Last week me and my buddy Raj went for a bike ride. It had been long time since we both had been on bike thus the moment Raj got the bike he came to pick me up for a ride and I was so excited to see the CBZ standing like a handsome hunk in front of my apartment that my dreams escalated to the top most slots of adventure and fun.
We both got stalled at the very first signal and I realized Raj is not wearing a helmet (A big No No for driving!!!!) and he is not having any license (the must factor!!) still we went ahead with the ride and here we were zooming ahead of other cars and bikes. Speeding at the speed of 120kmper hour, somewhere my heart was skipping what if we meet with an accident and Raj was in his own world cutting and speeding, trailing others behind, waving his hands at that extreme speed, for once I was sure today we are going to die!!! But then Raj slowed down and we were returning back after all we had a great ride then a Guy (like the villain of a movie “The Badman”) who was riding a Karizma came and started provoking Raj (“The Baldman”) for a race and thus my short tempered driver fell into his trap and again we were racing with this badman who was sporting a dark black goggles at 10.30pm which was quite surprising though!! The kala chasmawala was actually dressed like the villain and here I was praying my stars to save us from this situation because till then I had realized that things are not going good and this badman is up to some mischief, I shouted more than ten times “Raj, aram sey, Raj mat…he is doing it deliberately, don’t don’t don’t”
But can a guy ever listen to a girl? it surely hurts the male ego to listen to a female and the next moment the Karizma guy gave us a signal to move ahead and then the self obsessed hero -Raj took a pick up at the speed of 90km per hour and the goon who thought he was too smart to outsmart us tried to cut our bike and on the left hand side to us was a truck speeding at the same speed as ours and an auto on the right hand side and in the midst were the two bikes and the moment the Blackie karizma guy tried to cut us he hit his bike on my right leg and lost control, he felt with his bike and rolled with the bike and the one who was sitting behind him had hurt himself very badly. On the other hand I fell from the bike and rolled for at least five times on the eastern express highway and Raj skit with the bike and while he was skitting the Karizma was also skitting exuding fire sparks which was coming on my face and as I was rolling I saw a black shield and I saw my Mom’s face as if I was bidding final adieu to her and I thought if even a single car comes from behind I would be dead as no one can save me but after rolling over when I was stable I stood and ran on the other side of the highway searching for Raj for I was sure that he must have hurt his right hand and leg and the moment I saw him I felt a relief, a kind of satisfaction which I may not be able to express in words it was like as if discovering an oasis after visioning sand as water in the scorching heat of desert.
The moment I came on the road side the main concern for both of was to get away from the situation because as stated above we didn’t have helmet, license or the bike papers and we saw the police van stationed a few meters ahead of us and we were sure that in case the police catches us we both would be spending our night at Jail doing “Harey Rama Harey Krishna” somehow we found a traveling couple who helped us out in starting the bike and we dashed home and the moment we came Deepti and Arco(two of my best friends) were all set to welcome us and I thought of the moment when I had left home they both had specifically told “Raj don’t ride too fast, Pooja don’t let him drive fast” and here we were both coming after an accident, then came the most hilarious part their was no antiseptic lotion or cream at home and the moment Arco tried to clean the bruises I shouted at the peak of my voice and then he left it (people are always frightened of me!!!) I did my own bandage but yes I was pampered to the hilt, no one has pampered me till date like that and I’m sure I will remember this experience till the end as it was my first Bike Accident that also on eastern Express highway from where people don’t return alive or at least not with such little bruises and scars, we both were lucky enough to be saved by God. It was sheer destiny which saved us otherwise devil had already put his hand on our necks and before he could clutch it the angel came and took us away. That day I realized for the first time that “we shouldn’t always do those things which makes us happy” because they might be a reason for someone else’s sorrow and unhappiness. But yes I loved that ride I had never experienced such adventure on bike before….hope to go for a safe ride next time when I recover from my bruises and I’m sure this time we will definitely defeat the Badman!!! At last the last laugh would be mine!!