Prologue to Race for Survival

“Hi.”

“Oh! You are there? You came to wish me.”

“No. I never like…

“Strange! Then what are you doing here?”

“Just! I was passing by. I heard about this race. And so...

“And so, what?

“I thought…

“Oh, I got it now. I think you were the person who informed my brother of my previous race. Now, go and tell everyone about this, especially to those who hate me and my passion for racing! Will this make you happy?”

“But, I ca…

“Hey, you are good at studies; I am good at bike-racing. Is there any comparison between us? What makes you so jealous of me?

“I am not jea…

“Please, I request you to stop interfering in my matter.”

“But.

“Better leave, before I lose my temper!”

“Ok. It’s your wish!”


Oh! It’s really wastage of time, talking to such mean peoples, who can’t digest your success? Sometimes they completely spoil the moment you were waiting for so long, just by their mere presence.

Hey, don’t start cursing this person to spoil my mood before the race as he is not the only person in my life, who spoils the things that give me joy. There are many, my parents, my brothers, in fact I think everyone in this world are like this only. They always want you to follow what they have done, not caring for what you can do or what you want to do. They always think that your passion for something will never hold you any great future. But, does anyone know, what’s stored in the future? No. Still they want you to survive, just to be in race, with all your feelings killed, all your dreams shattered!

I am too trapped in these races of survival. Right from childhood days, they expected me to come first or be in at least top 10 of my class. But, why can’t they understand the simple rule of the nature? Not everything in this world can be perfect. Even, all our fingers are not equal, but they serve their purpose! I was good in sports, but they wanted my grades in other subject to be more perfect.

I didn’t have any respite further, when I moved to high school, and then to college. Somebody’s son was taking medicine as his future profession, and they want me to follow suit, not caring for where my heart lies. And what they say they want my secure future. What are the guarantees that whether this will secure my future, or will develop insecurity for the entire life? I respect them for their experience in life, but after 18 years, I too know my strengths and weaknesses!

They had acted as my protector for all these years, but I don’t want them to be guardian for my entire life. Give me suggestion when I need them, and don’t just lecture me when I fail while following my passion. Be with me, not against me! But, does anyone care.

Right from beginning, they are training me to be perfect just to survive in this world. I too want to survive, but not by following someone else’s passion. It’s like carrying loads of someone else, while you will not reap any benefit from it. Only animals can survive like this! Am I any different from them?


Anyways, getting back to the reality, for those who don’t know about the RACE FOR SURVIVAL, be informed that it is the un-official race between the un-disputed champions from eight-different cities, and this year the venue was my Mumbai! I surely enjoy the home advantage and home support in plenty. I know the path of race very well and had practiced on the route daily. So, I know every turns, speed-breakers, and which route to avoid so as I don’t get to see any policeman’s face. Stay tuned!

Coming up next: RACE FOR SURVIVAL


(INVITATION: So, what are you waiting for? Come and be part of this ultimate racing experience in the world on SUNDAY, 10.00 pm onwards. Venue can not be disclosed as this is an un-official tie, but many will still know, including the policemen who are keener to make money, than stopping us.)

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"Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!"

I just can’t imagine how the days would be like without this sound.

It fills me with the same excitement as the 2-year old baby gets excited when she hears her mothers’ voice from some corner of the room. It excites me the same way as the workers get excited on the announcement of DIWALI bonus. My excitement can be compared with that of the husbands, when his wife declares that she would be going to her fathers place for a month.

Wait! Wait! Did I introduce myself here? Do you know me by any chance?

No.

Ok! I am the 22-year old, third son of my parent. Popularly known as Gamey (don’t remember how the name cropped) in the biker’s zone. Otherwise, some call me Samey (associated with me from my birth), while some address me as useless (especially my father), and considered good-for-nothing by many. But, I know what I am!

I am the best biker of this century, in fact the millennium, would not be an exaggeration. It is an incredible sight for the onlookers when I raced and just a matter to survive for bikers against me. I bet you can never catch me on any of the busy streets of Mumbai, my home place. Even, it takes some time for cops to notice me, till the time I am far away from them. So, be my pillion, all the time, to enjoy the journey called life.

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“Bhaiyya! Bhaiyya! Please listen to me.”

“But, you know how much it excites me; gives me fun. You had always supported me in every endeavor of mine. Still you are asking me to slow down. Don’t acts like a sissy now?”

“But, its friendship day today, and you promised me that you will do whatever pleases me. You know no one can better you as my dearest friend.”

“Ok! Now, don’t get too emotional. It’s just for you, promise means something to me, and so I will drive slowly from tomorrow, but not today. Hope you understand.”

“I know today is a very special day in your life, you will be crowned the best-biker in the city!”

“Still…

“Yes, still I am requesting you to drive safely. You know you are the youngest in the family. What will happen to all, if you hurt yourself someway?”

“They all will be more than happy.”

“Here, I am sure you are completely wrong. Even if, uncle hates you to the extreme; your brothers don’t see you as an option. Aunty scolds you for every minor mistake you commit. And you receive long lectures from me all the time. But, you still hold a special place in all our hearts…

“Oh! Please, don’t once again start the same old story. You know they don’t even care for my existence.

“But, it’s not like that for Me.”

“That’s why I said I can’t just avoid your words; even if you bully me all the time. You are my sweetest cousin, my dearest friend. You mean a life to me.

“Then, why you don’t listen to me once.”

“I already promised you that I will slow down from tomorrow onwards.

“Remember, for you, TOMORROW NEVER COMES in life and PROMISES ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN ONLY.

“Oh! You are getting too much deep now. That means its time to say GOOD-BYE. Wish me all the best for today’s race, as you always do after such a long lecture.

“Ok, it’s the last time from me, but you have to keep your promise.

“As always.”

The conversation was between me and my cousin-friend-counselor-all-in-one-package, just before the RACE FOR SURVIVAL. Don’t take her as she likes to lecture peoples all the time. Even, all such conversation seems bit out-of-the-world to me, it’s not her fault, as she is deeply spiritual, and with spirituality, personal values seem to be more common. I vividly remember she was the only one on my side, and because of her strong reasoning, I got the greatest gift of my life. My BIKE!


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