Thud- Ground Realities
21 minutes of charge remain on the laptop and a whole night separating me,Nizamuddin Station and Udaipur.
Reaching Nizamuddin station at around 6.15 pm meant that I had 45 minutes to find a place to get a print out of my i-ticket. Do not know what it is about me, but quite often end up delaying the most important thing.
A cycle-rickshaw guy began cycling hard with my luggage and me refusing to move at the pace he wanted to. We were looking for an internet café.
Traveling in cycle ricks always make me feel guilty. Even though this was one of the most popular means of transport in Lucknow(where any semblance of a public transport system was far off), I never managed to get over this feeling of guilt, inspite of a two year stint in Lucknow.
As somebody said,”Guilty consciousness only prevents you from enjoying your act and is not strong enough to prevent you from the act”.
Got involved in general chit chat with Mr. Amit who had moved to Delhi from Bihar 8 years ago and had been driving cars and cycling ricks as a means to peddle his life ahead. On the way, he showed me a small lodge and talked about how a guy was caught making a bomb there and how the cops nabbed him. The security in and around the station was definitely more than what I had seen at any of the airports.
Finally we reached a net café and I got my print-out.
So Amit cycled hard again carrying me and my luggage. Man I have become heavy. This guy is struggling to carry me.
Then I got a brainwave.
I needed some exercise and some excitement .Further the guilt about my weight and using somebody else’s muscle power to travel got the better of me.
So for the next 10 minutes the loitering populace of Nizamuddin station got to see me cycling the rick hard with the puny looking Amit in the back seat.
People all round were smiles.
But damn this cycle rick-its not a cycle.
The slightest turn of the handle ,meant a huge turn due to the weight behind.
I had managed to learn how to cycle steady and was just a bend away from the station.
The Last bend approaches
I turned the handle to the right and the whole rick gleefully swerved right and add to that the slight downhill.
Thud
That one last bend was probably there to bring people down to ground realities of life.
After being thrown on to the road, after jamming the brakes hard, I picked myself up and smiled sheepishly at Amit.
I had a hard time in cajoling him to allow me to ride as he said it was not easy for a first timer. He had won. He had a triumphant sneer on his face.
More to follow from Udaipur.
Reaching Nizamuddin station at around 6.15 pm meant that I had 45 minutes to find a place to get a print out of my i-ticket. Do not know what it is about me, but quite often end up delaying the most important thing.
A cycle-rickshaw guy began cycling hard with my luggage and me refusing to move at the pace he wanted to. We were looking for an internet café.
Traveling in cycle ricks always make me feel guilty. Even though this was one of the most popular means of transport in Lucknow(where any semblance of a public transport system was far off), I never managed to get over this feeling of guilt, inspite of a two year stint in Lucknow.
As somebody said,”Guilty consciousness only prevents you from enjoying your act and is not strong enough to prevent you from the act”.
Got involved in general chit chat with Mr. Amit who had moved to Delhi from Bihar 8 years ago and had been driving cars and cycling ricks as a means to peddle his life ahead. On the way, he showed me a small lodge and talked about how a guy was caught making a bomb there and how the cops nabbed him. The security in and around the station was definitely more than what I had seen at any of the airports.
Finally we reached a net café and I got my print-out.
So Amit cycled hard again carrying me and my luggage. Man I have become heavy. This guy is struggling to carry me.
Then I got a brainwave.
I needed some exercise and some excitement .Further the guilt about my weight and using somebody else’s muscle power to travel got the better of me.
So for the next 10 minutes the loitering populace of Nizamuddin station got to see me cycling the rick hard with the puny looking Amit in the back seat.
People all round were smiles.
But damn this cycle rick-its not a cycle.
The slightest turn of the handle ,meant a huge turn due to the weight behind.
I had managed to learn how to cycle steady and was just a bend away from the station.
The Last bend approaches
I turned the handle to the right and the whole rick gleefully swerved right and add to that the slight downhill.
Thud
That one last bend was probably there to bring people down to ground realities of life.
After being thrown on to the road, after jamming the brakes hard, I picked myself up and smiled sheepishly at Amit.
I had a hard time in cajoling him to allow me to ride as he said it was not easy for a first timer. He had won. He had a triumphant sneer on his face.
More to follow from Udaipur.
posted by ajaxheart at 8:51 PM
6 Comments:
awesome!!...smthng tht i, even if i wished to, cudnt have done...:)...
Wow that should have been an awesome experince on the cycle rickshaw !!
And nice to know your present location too !!! ;-)
lol! great experiences.. udaipur.. wonderful city to visit during diwali :)
hey i'm from ur junior batch (2000-2004) , cse
wow ! adipoli. nice experience.
Ha ha, nice! like suraj, even i couldn't have done. :)
:)... after that how did u manage to pick up self up?? i would wanna do it for a few days just to sense the pain...
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