I Got Me A Bull

11 May 2009 | life, bullet, bike

Concerned Chaddi-buddy: “Seriously, are you eff-ing crazy?”

Colleague, who’s been there, done that: “Why don’t you get a nice little NaNo instead? It’s economical and safe. Plus, it’ll have an A/C for Delhi’s summers.”

Older, wiser colleague: “Get a car - invest in your future.”

Ex-GF: “What is this, a quarter-life crisis?”

Good Friend & Machismo owner: “It’s pure lust. Don’t fight it, go for it!!”

X: “I’ll sleep with you if you buy the TBTS!!”

Ok, the last one isn’t true. So here I am…late twenties, software coolie, haven’t ridden anything except bsa champ/hero cycles (in school) and an advanced automatic-geared Kinetic (in college), with a history of crashing into gates, cycles, mopeds and innocent chole-bhature-wallahs by the road;my first bike - a Bullet? Looking back (to about two weeks), WHAT WAS I THINKING?

That’s how love at first sight works, I guess. I was passing by a Bull pen, saw a few on dislpay and instantly fell for the TBTS. Some say it’s not a real Bull - oh yeah?? ! It’s been a couple of weeks now - early morning (4AM - honest!) rides because I’m too sissy to ride in Delhi’s traffic, day-dreaming at work, reading up on Bull-care, planning long trips up mountains somewhere and hoping my parents don’t find out that I’ve bought a bike.

Pissed-off parents: “Rajiv!!! You little turd! If that bike doesn’t kill you, we will….”

IM(not-so-humble)O, there comes a time in every bonded labourer’s life when he gets sick of hauling crap; planning and acting very carefully in the hope of a mythical Shangri-La-like future. He feels the urge to make a clean break from the past and, at the risk of sounding cliched, to get away from it all. Suddenly, in a moment of clarity, he decides to steal the master’s horse and run away to the mountains - to savour the HERE and the NOW. Well, I got a Bull and the labourer story doesn’t make any sense, but being the don’t-care-till-it-bites-me-in-the-@$$ kinda guy that I am, I really don’t need to convince anyone.

Thump On (even with a subdued thump)!!

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