Riding – Beyond passion, beyond desire, beyond limits

Passion and desire seems never to be held up by any limits whatsoever, as far as I am concerned. In a single word I would put it as “limitless”. I am not confining this to any particular domain but infact this holds true for anything and everything that I inhale and exhale. But right now to be specific, on this piece of writing let me redirect your perception to the protagonist here : The ferocious stallion on wheels – My Motorbike (I have been seeing too many late 90s mohanlal movies off late, so can’t blame me for introducing my hero in such voguish posture).

Christened as “Glamour” by Hero Honda, he became a part and parcel of my life ever since November 2009. And if you wonder why this I should brag this much about such a bike(after all not a legendry RX 135 or the bullets nor is the elite category of 500 +) , all I could manifest would be a silly little grin. For all those who haven’t shut the window or crumpled the paper, here goes the synopsis and plot of the play.

Engineer in the making, was what I called myself in the first few months of my first job after my college. And the happiest moment those days were when my Sony Ercicsson beeped the SMS “ Your salary has been credited to HDFC bank……………”. And you know at that moment, the contentment and felicity knew no bounds. And few months went by and obviously the banks monthly SMS’s last word….”and your final balance is …………” was agglomerating and the desire which I had relished in the very beginning slowing started sniffing in my good old den and subjectively it vomited out 3 desires;
1. Bike- clear options – Hero Honda CBZ followed by Honda Unicorn
2. Laptop
3. Ray Ban aviator
And it was not a tedious pick and my forefinger voted “Bike”…And unfortunately the two variants I had eyed on were too unfortunate to be my cheque leafs barter exchange. God had not blessed me with the “pool of patience” which was imperative to own them. Its booking was for 6 months and I instantaneously took a u turn on my decision and I covet someone’s desire –Yes… Its gonna be Hero Honda Glamour. And it was that day (which I don’t remember-date to be precise) when I finally became a rider with my own machine.

And ever since the PWD’s assets have been ruthlessly tortured by my unrelenting macho machine. I owe sympathy to those roads and their parents (PWD). I think I am being too sarcastic here. And the roads and the vehicle will have many odes to tell and it loots my meager patience (which I am right now running on reserve) to explain all those. But I don’t know…today a thought glimmered through me albeit for a second. “Why not I sell my bike?” And my adamant self gave a scorn “NOOOO”. And this marked the birth of this blog.

“More than a mere machine it was an aid to you..Rather than just riding off with shiny goggles and clumsy drifts which a 22 year old would actually yearn to do, it served your basic need “Your Bread”. Look back to those days dear. Rewind your memories down the lane. Yes it did miss you when you were in Dubai. But your yearly visits did suffice its thirst not for petrol but to have that racing fingers on the handles accelerating to gear up the against the challenges ahead. And yes now settled in your domicile, have it been too old to be pushed down to the doors of retirement homes or have the glamour’s glamour been shredded. And new entrants in the market are no scapegoat of your laments on your bikes condition. Don’t forget the exhilaration of the races, the scenes of jubilation ..all not only because of the youthful exuberance in you, but coz its two tyres balanced you to your destination, without a single bruise or a scar… It did held you on its back and never have it let you down. It was him who was the chariot of your love..and it was him who seated your lady for your first ride together… Ask your mate...Don’t think she will woo your decision to change him….Sandeep…think..think over…your call”

Come on….enough of this introspection. Well I am no astrologer to predict the tomorrow... But I my conscience guarantees today and today I affirm my statement: Glamour Stays On...And it rides me beyond my passions, beyond my desires and beyond my limits…And I pray there is no “tomorrow”.