I like Cycling!!

Speaking about my Early days of my cycling career, I still remember the shop owner who gets rupees two for every cycle of height 2 feet, he hires for one hour. In those days, there were very few summer camps to keep tiny tots engaged.It was a real challenge for parents to manage their kids in the burning summer.. It was one similar summer,I started my practice sessions early in the morning ( 5 am..wonder how i was so brisk those days), with my dad running along with the two feet cycle in the 400m track railway grounds.. There are two possibilities your start up would show once you are on your own..You could either succeed or fail..But when you know,you have a pair of extra eyes to watch on you,your focus seems well balanced that you firmly believe that you will tackle,whatever come may..the personal touch you get as a bounty in every small step you take will be the key to your growth..So my sessions were cool with my dad by my side.. The initial practices are more than just about memories..They set you the pitch for your future grounds.. More practice sessions....Ofcourse proved its worth..I started riding it on my own!! There was a sense of pride in my dad's eyes!! How sweet! It was in my third standard ,my dad got transferred to Mysore and as the eldest child of the family,it is not uncommon , that I had to take all responsibilities at home .I had to do all works ranging from getting karigai to fixing appointments in hospitals..(Taking dad's place at the age of seven..!! )..Its a kind of learning indeed..It is in these life experiences, you recognise and understand various bizness strategies.Now my point is not what i learnt ,but how i managed to deliver remarkable results in all that i had to do..Yeah..Its all with my cycling!!I was yet to own a cycle .But then, my father's old Hercules cycle with a bar ,definitely designed for a grown up male,came to my rescue..Wonder how will this puny figure of seven years attempt to ride a cycle of considerably greater weight?? Heard of monkey pedalling?? Its a great technique to be adopted when the cycle seems a huge vehicle.. Theres some kind of thrill in that..yup..a tiny tot balancing the huge structure on roads !! Two years later, came my priced possession, cynosure of all eyes as a gift from my mom and dad!! Guess what? It looked stylish, majestic with its straight silver hand bars with a beautiful bright maroon body, wheels with thick tyres, rightly placed reflectors,firm brakes... Yeah..it was a hero ranger!! I had my first ride to the nearest temple with my head held high and heart full of gratitude.. From then on, Everytime i have a ride i had the sheer pleasure of riding a bike...The way i drive( oh..its ride!) my cycle, envied the neighbourhood...The speed with which i traverse kilometres in the goldenrock quarters roads, which has absolutely very min traffic, created panic in everyone around there. My cycle had been my best friend ever ...I spend the entire evening with it accomplishing all my tasks..As soon as i come home from school( I was not allowed to take my ranger to school, for twas a few feets from my home), my evening begins with the hindi classes, a kilometre from my home. I start just 5 mins before my class and speed up with all twists and turns on the roads. After one hour, I start my ride to attend my music classes , half a kilometre from there... after which I reach home, when every family would spend their time in their front garden. Naturally all eyes would be on me.. Sometimes, it may lead to next day complaining episode to my mom..' Your daughter rides too fast, what will happen if she falls down,tharunam thapina maranam..konjam sollungo'... That evening, I will be packed up to my classes 15 min before than usual so that i will reduce my speed..but na, twill have very little effect on me.. Alternate days, I take long rides to Theo.geometry classes and also to sahasranama parayana classes..The ride will be exhilarating on the wide roads, in the moonlight with all the street lights glowing brightly. Sometimes, i used to take zig zag turns on the roads and have great fun.My return journey will not be as much thrilling as it was, coz my dad would come to pick me up and every time i try to take up speed ,i will get a cautious tone insisting not to take. Though i was taught to ride a motor vehicle early in my twelfth year and i could drive reasonably superb , I always prefer my ranger.. All this fun continued till i finished my tenth standard..And then, I started disliking my ranger..Reasons , as usual, reasonable to me alone..I no longer wanted to get noticed by people...I no longer wanted to be stylish with all my pants and shirts, canvass shoes and having a great ride ...I no longer wanted my ranger...yeah..all these psychological disturbances were the the culmination of me missing out a great feat in my board exams ..Of course , it was my pure imagination that being so stylish has had an effect on my marks....So i tried to viel myself in my own world... Emotional commotions are often perceptible by loved ones..Immediately, in two days time , a captain cycle , definitely designed for a growing girl, occupied its place in my home.. I dont remember any fun i had, for another two years time though i took my captain to do my everyday work.... But my passion towards cycling was still alive deep inside me...That ebbed out when i made an entry to a professional college. My Captain came to my hostel..though i could realise its not as lovely as my ranger..But still, the fun i had with my cycle all those four years is remarkable and ever fresh. Karaikudi , one of the best places where one can cycle in the best way they like..The roads were broad and wide ...very few buses come along those roads ...the most peaceful place with huge shady trees on either side of the road... Most of the times, i like to cycle along those roads alone...So i have my rides to CECRI, a beautiful campus with thick trees, beautifully maintained parks, naturally blooming flowers... to meet one of my best friends who likes the place more than liking me(yup.i m not sure if i m true), where we have nice chats, often disturbed by the beauty(shld i use handsome? surprisingly a male bird) of the peacock crossing our eyespan!! My lonely rides often extended to Galaxy , a browsing point in kkdi and sometimes to King's bakery, which enjoyed max revenue due to the orders it gets from our hostel. All those rides were truly exciting for me, coz often my mind wanders in its own state of lovely dreams( which u cant do when u have someone by your side) ...Human mind is an excellent machine programmed by various neurons..Wonder why i call it a machine? Becoz once an action is done repeatedly, it becomes unessential to keep u concentrated in that, for , the action is done by itself subconsciously. So ur conscious mind has the option of wandering anywhere, like me dreaming while cycling.(Think i m turning too much scientific :-)) My cycle rides with friends also take a remarkable portion of my memory. Me, along with Padma and Vidhya take evening rides upto Arya Bhavan, sometimes to Periyar silai, Ramnagar...All those times , the few riders on road will turn their eyes towards this trio for sure..The loud laughs and talks along the roads at times annoy the other occupiers of the road( occupy- sounds as a misplaced word? True, we fill in the entire road very cautious not to split the trio ride) .More often, we were noticed by the strict tutors during those rides and were warned of being more fun loving. And now....All those rides just remain memories....I chose Chennai, one of the biggest Metropolitan cities of the country ..for all the wrong reasons.... No more rides..No more fun..No more thrill..the traffic out here creates a sickness ..the plethora of four wheelers and corporate buses leave the cyclers no space!! Afterall, its development, people say! I yearn i am in a land where there are few vehicles , less pollution and more space( ofcourse , my bank accounts needs to be charged too)!!