I was on the way to office on my 300 pounds moving machine speeding at an average of 40kmph, with helmet on, spectacles dangled to my t-shirt and humming favorite lines -‘Oh humdum suniyo ve..’. Alas! I have to have those two pieces of magnifier glasses for my distant visions to be clear but I only care to have them on when near NIFT. As everyday, I was not hastening to reach my boredom work place early and also my motorbike was not so appealing to be driven charismatically. Although biking has been my big time passion and I had always challenged others for a ride, especially, when someone try to haunt me through.
I noticed a demon-looking guy with a beautiful girl on his classy looking bike overtaking everyone on the road including me. And there my happy soul invoked since I found my chase and not favoring to give one to all those dumb morons who could only imagine in their wildest dreams to go beyond 40kmph speed. Motorized with considerably extra cc his bike looked awesome that could easily beat mine, if raced, by an astronomical distance. Caution! My wits said sensing a probable defeat at the end but my self-esteem swayed over it and dubiously said ‘Yes! Cyber towers, I can do it’ setting my own target, which was roughly 2km away. Suddenly the song at the background got changed to one very sportive -‘Hum bhi hai josh mein..’. With full competitive spirit I had my spectacles swiftly on and mustering all the mettle in me, started racing him and tried all the potential stunts to avoid other all vehicles and most importantly that demon along the Madhapur road but all went vain when he dodged away with in no time. Even with my powerful magnifiers finest help I could spot only fuzzy images as he driven past. The terrible experience was not just the defeat but also the defeat witnessed by a girl. I knew I was gone by a mile but my resilience made me apprehend that it was not a fair competition whatsoever because I was up against a highly sophisticated machine. Whispering curses upon self, I was again progressing my way. None-the-less to radio jockey my mind, completely aware of situation, played -‘Chal chal chal mere saathi..’ cursing my tarnished oldie bike.
I always hated the red lights near traffic signals but for the first time in my life that provided me some solace when I saw that demon was caught behind a jumbo van. “Oh boy, I got to avail this opportunity and take my lead back,” I said, feeling a powerhouse in me. I slowly took corner-constricted path to cover some distance so as to be in the first rows near the traffic signal. I was all set to hit the road with striking speed if the timer (red digital countdown meter at the traffic signal) reads 0 through 20. I sensed the significance of each second and wanted to accumulate as much time as I could to take a big lead that can assure my win. But astute my mind had some other better ideas and started well before the timer showed 10, as if that was the run for a life. Subsequently, I realized that I broke the traffic rules but was better off having had a chance to sing and also put into practice, my favorite line -‘Break the rule..’ from BOYS
Yahoo! I was a happy-go-lucky because I was leading and mostly the distance to cover for me to reach ‘Cyber towers’ was just about 200m. I would not give a damn for his lead even an inch after that point, I affirmed myself. ‘Dhoom machaale Dhoom machale..’, my mind played, with sheer exultation of having won the race. But, suddenly the rhythmic music went completely noise when I saw that demon in the mirror just a couple of meters away traveling at light speed and threatening me of defeat. I saw the contentment in his face too but he could realize only later that he lived in a fool’s paradise.
Applying a ploy off the hook I gestured him to elucidate that her girl friends scarf is getting into his motor wheels and, I tell you, that was not just a partial lies but a major one. He got trapped and stopped abruptly marginal away from the destination. Admiring upon my own intelligence I outclassed him and reached my target first. Anon she adjusted her scarf, which was not going anywhere and that demon started his super bike and was again on the wings with in split seconds leaving dust traces behind. But who cares, I won the race and it was some pleasure to me although it did cost watchful sights and numerous eye candies near NIFT.
Upon the winning gala I started singing, in ecstasy -‘Haari baazi ko jeetna hamay aata hai..’.
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