Welcome to the first un-official race for deciding the greatest biker from the eight metro cities of India. The crowd in comparison with the official racing championship is simply heart-warming. In India, anything un-official, anything unusual is accepted with open heart. Even, the un-official INDIAN CRICKET LEAGUE was accepted with warmth, which later played a part in the stupendous success of the official INDIAN PREMIER LEAGUE (IPL). So, I hope the same thing happens in bike-racing too! Then only, my real worth will be proved to many!
The teenagers or the kids’ just-out-of-their-teens formed the major part of the crowd assembled to witness this race. I think only the young hot-blood ones can take this, no place for the faint-hearted or the oldies here! Everyone present, including the non-Mumbaities were just rooting for my win. (Hey! I am quite famous!). Most of them were eager to meet me, to shake hand with me or were just too happy to see me. Many of them have started idolizing me as a GOD in bike-racing. It happens only in INDIA!
The idea to organize this race surfaced, when the like-minded peoples were discussing the need for more official races on one of the social networking site. The idea didn’t have many takers initially, but the strong support I gathered within one month, paved the way for organizing the race. As the competition was in Mumbai and was the brain-child of mine, most of the responsibility rested with me. But, as I was participating in the race too, the responsibility was shared by my loyal friends then. They (just like Mr. LALIT MODI of IPL) were keeping no stone unturned for the success of the competition, but at the same time were vouching their complete support to me, although I saw some jealous face too.
So, the race started on the decided time, we all super-eights were equally confident of winning the race. But, my start was on a more confident note, and I soon overtook all of them. I was racing like I never did. The bike-meter constantly touched its maximum limits. The engine was roaring full. Wind playing its part too well. It was as if I will complete the race twice till the time others gets to the finishing line once. I was way-ahead and wanted to complete the race at the fastest speed ever imagined. Taking the sharp turns and flying from the speed-breakers, dived into my past, which were in plenty, of such turns and speed-breakers, and to combat against them, I was not alone, but I always had my cousin on my side.
I was more than happy to see her when she was born. Although, she was 5-years younger to me, the age difference hardly mattered. I used to have so much fun with her, that late-night munching, early-morning jog, and recently all-the-day on my bike or talking about it, were just pure fun. We shared so many things, right from the childhood. I did not care so much for anyone else. Never listened to others with any attention any time, but when she spoke something to me; it would mean everything to me! This explains why my parent chose her to keep with us. In fact, she became the remote control for all of them to control me.
Closeness between us grew with the years. She was the only person who knew that I love to race on bike, and was involved in many of such dangerous races. Rest of my family members had just heard about it, but to clarify they operated their remote-control. But very smartly she denied it just as the rumors. Although, she confirmed to them that I drive too fast, but race were not for me. All my secrets were never a secret for her, although she was not that opened to me.
Relieved to see someone on my side, I simply closed my eyes for a second. When I opened my eyes, I was in tears, not because of the speed, but they were tears of joy. I could hear the wind rushing through my hairs; but tears continuously kept my eyes wet. Soon, the last conversation with her was moving in pictures right in front of my eyes. Remembering her last words and the care she had taken of mine all the time, I was sure that I will keep my promise this time, and this would be my last un-official race. Tomorrow was definitely going to come in our life, in fact mine.
More relieved at my resolution, I applied the full accelerator, as if, was eager to tell her about this. Lost in my thoughts, I did not see the big stone on the fly-over. With accelerator at full, I lost my control on bike. Further, trying to control, I applied brakes which were absolutely the worst option imagined at such a high speed. Instead of gaining, I lost more, and was flung onto the side of the flyover. There wasn’t any relief either, and I was hanging on some of the bar coming outside, a shoddy work done by the contractor.
Now, the RACE FOR SURVIVAL in bike-racing had become RACE FOR SURVIVAL in real life. Hanging from the bar, little did I noticed, that one of the bar was right inside me and blood was coming out from the spot. When, I looked below, some on-lookers were frighteningly staring at me, some were gasping for breath, and some were just enjoying as it was the climax scene of any movie, and the villain was at the mercy of the HERO. Some intelligent person, without wasting a time, brought net from someplace, and 10 odd persons quickly spread it under me, ready to catch me anytime. I knew I would not be able to hold on for long time.
Here I am, holding and praying GOD for survival, but HE seems to be in no mood of mercy. My patience and control were slowly weakening. Till now, many of you would have imagined this to be a frightening one. Yes, it was indeed!
Hanging there, I saw my entire life in fast forward mode, all the people’s faces which were part of my life some or the other way. At this moment, I was begging GOD to spare me this time, and let me enjoy this FRIENDSHIP DAY with my dearest friend. Let me tell her, that the words tomorrow and promise were, in fact, in my dictionary and holds a meaning in my life too. Let me see her face, how proud and relieved she would be, on hearing this. Let me survive only this day!
Let me live! Let me live! Let me live!
Keep praying for me! Remember, you were my pillion!
The teenagers or the kids’ just-out-of-their-teens formed the major part of the crowd assembled to witness this race. I think only the young hot-blood ones can take this, no place for the faint-hearted or the oldies here! Everyone present, including the non-Mumbaities were just rooting for my win. (Hey! I am quite famous!). Most of them were eager to meet me, to shake hand with me or were just too happy to see me. Many of them have started idolizing me as a GOD in bike-racing. It happens only in INDIA!
The idea to organize this race surfaced, when the like-minded peoples were discussing the need for more official races on one of the social networking site. The idea didn’t have many takers initially, but the strong support I gathered within one month, paved the way for organizing the race. As the competition was in Mumbai and was the brain-child of mine, most of the responsibility rested with me. But, as I was participating in the race too, the responsibility was shared by my loyal friends then. They (just like Mr. LALIT MODI of IPL) were keeping no stone unturned for the success of the competition, but at the same time were vouching their complete support to me, although I saw some jealous face too.
So, the race started on the decided time, we all super-eights were equally confident of winning the race. But, my start was on a more confident note, and I soon overtook all of them. I was racing like I never did. The bike-meter constantly touched its maximum limits. The engine was roaring full. Wind playing its part too well. It was as if I will complete the race twice till the time others gets to the finishing line once. I was way-ahead and wanted to complete the race at the fastest speed ever imagined. Taking the sharp turns and flying from the speed-breakers, dived into my past, which were in plenty, of such turns and speed-breakers, and to combat against them, I was not alone, but I always had my cousin on my side.
I was more than happy to see her when she was born. Although, she was 5-years younger to me, the age difference hardly mattered. I used to have so much fun with her, that late-night munching, early-morning jog, and recently all-the-day on my bike or talking about it, were just pure fun. We shared so many things, right from the childhood. I did not care so much for anyone else. Never listened to others with any attention any time, but when she spoke something to me; it would mean everything to me! This explains why my parent chose her to keep with us. In fact, she became the remote control for all of them to control me.
Closeness between us grew with the years. She was the only person who knew that I love to race on bike, and was involved in many of such dangerous races. Rest of my family members had just heard about it, but to clarify they operated their remote-control. But very smartly she denied it just as the rumors. Although, she confirmed to them that I drive too fast, but race were not for me. All my secrets were never a secret for her, although she was not that opened to me.
Relieved to see someone on my side, I simply closed my eyes for a second. When I opened my eyes, I was in tears, not because of the speed, but they were tears of joy. I could hear the wind rushing through my hairs; but tears continuously kept my eyes wet. Soon, the last conversation with her was moving in pictures right in front of my eyes. Remembering her last words and the care she had taken of mine all the time, I was sure that I will keep my promise this time, and this would be my last un-official race. Tomorrow was definitely going to come in our life, in fact mine.
More relieved at my resolution, I applied the full accelerator, as if, was eager to tell her about this. Lost in my thoughts, I did not see the big stone on the fly-over. With accelerator at full, I lost my control on bike. Further, trying to control, I applied brakes which were absolutely the worst option imagined at such a high speed. Instead of gaining, I lost more, and was flung onto the side of the flyover. There wasn’t any relief either, and I was hanging on some of the bar coming outside, a shoddy work done by the contractor.
Now, the RACE FOR SURVIVAL in bike-racing had become RACE FOR SURVIVAL in real life. Hanging from the bar, little did I noticed, that one of the bar was right inside me and blood was coming out from the spot. When, I looked below, some on-lookers were frighteningly staring at me, some were gasping for breath, and some were just enjoying as it was the climax scene of any movie, and the villain was at the mercy of the HERO. Some intelligent person, without wasting a time, brought net from someplace, and 10 odd persons quickly spread it under me, ready to catch me anytime. I knew I would not be able to hold on for long time.
Here I am, holding and praying GOD for survival, but HE seems to be in no mood of mercy. My patience and control were slowly weakening. Till now, many of you would have imagined this to be a frightening one. Yes, it was indeed!
Hanging there, I saw my entire life in fast forward mode, all the people’s faces which were part of my life some or the other way. At this moment, I was begging GOD to spare me this time, and let me enjoy this FRIENDSHIP DAY with my dearest friend. Let me tell her, that the words tomorrow and promise were, in fact, in my dictionary and holds a meaning in my life too. Let me see her face, how proud and relieved she would be, on hearing this. Let me survive only this day!
Let me live! Let me live! Let me live!
Keep praying for me! Remember, you were my pillion!
