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Bikes And Me

     Well, I must confess this. I still don’t know how to ride a bicycle. Yep, you read it right. I was never good at. My father tried hard to make me learn it, but I was too scared of falling from cycle that I never really took off from the basic level. I always wanted my father to guide the cycle when I was riding it. Of course that was a more than a decade ago. After those days I never tried learning it(except once, courtesy Jeetu). I actually wonder how I spent my summer and Diwali holidays without books and cycles which is usually what children do (i was more interested in Cricket, Cards and “Monopoly”).

     Both of my schools, junior and senior colleges were less than 40 minutes from my home by bus/train so I never felt the need of a bike. In fact, even among my friends we rarely had any discussions about bike. It was only after Jeetu started using bikes in Pune when we really started to “know” about it. Of course, Adit also gave me ride few times when i was in college. I remember the incident when Jeetu tried me teach me how to ride a bike. It was awful experience as I could not really really understand the gear change, accelerator, and i don’t even remember the other terms now. It was like teaching someone C programming when the person doesn’t even know what mouse and keyboard is!!!

     Of course, that was not the only reason why I have never tried to learn bikes. Divin and his parents always encouraged me to learn to ride bicycle-motor bikes, but honestly I am too scared of speed to try it out. Also, it feels too much unprotected when I think about riding on road.

     I had decided last year that if and when I shift back to my Grant Road residence I will start learning bicycle at Gowalia Tank(August Kranti Maidan), but never really got time to implement that plan. I guess I will never know what it like to ride a bike….

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