A novel experience of adventure n freedom ....when i was sweet sixteen.....
The most stupid & uneducated can drive a scotter or a car or so ,why cant I do so…?
Thinking that i took up scooty but to no vain ….I joined riding classes for the same…..slowly and steadily I learned how to drive a scooty and,perhaps…. in over-confidence went on to learn ‘Activa’ and the history seemed to be repeated,historic & even more interesting .Lets see the“history”!
Everything was fair enough & crossed a “speed-breaker” successfully until one of my friends asked me……..
“You know how to ride an activa?” and her question proved her worth a Life.!!!!!!
…..My activa just turned to her with all speed !”but……Lucky girl…..saved.
There was something more.
I took hold of activa and turned to return to my native land to tell my mom ,all about it!
But there was something more to tell & see ……and perhaps my Mum had firm belief in Me-I would do somthng wrong or worse commit a mistake……or 2!
She ran to me and saw me hitting .a haulted rickshaw tyre instead of taking a turn.., wid that known and familiar rickshawala unable to say anything out of goodness & familiarity of 10 yrs with an obsessed smile!
Finally “Ma is Ma.”she came to my rescue ! she heard patiently all what an pedestrian-an old man’s impatience had to say, and took hold of activa!
I finally rided the vehicle back ,thank god ,properly & slowly!
My mum’s heart was beating faster than of mine and i cld hear her taking a firm resolution,”not to give her activa in public until she learns fully!”
Hoping for da best!
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