Cycling: The Other Perspective
Cycling has been a hobby since my first time on the bike. I would spend hours riding around my society building and only stop to eat or out of sheer exhaustion. However, as I grew up, priorities changed. Studies increased and fun reduced, cycling eventually came to be the least of my concerns.
Life has now got me back to this childhood hobby. After getting back on the bike, I have realized that it indeed is the best medicine for you.
Typically, I prefer to ride solo, allows me time to ponder over the many thoughts crossing my mind and enjoy the view that Mumbai has to offer. As I happen to live in the centre of the concrete jungle, I have plenty of destinations to ride to. I can pedal to the North and hit the long never-ending boulevards, or ride to the south and explore the interiors of town. I can also ride west and explore the beauty of Manori, Gorai or Mud island or else, I can just ride east and hit the flat out Eastern express highway that would lead me to Thane City.
While I’m busy pedalling on these terrains, there is one thought that always crosses my mind. What impression do others have of a cyclist? Albeit, I don’t have the power to read people’s minds, but below is my attempt to decode their thoughts
Society ka Watchman:
The first person that any cyclist comes across is the watchman of the society. Most of the times, a cyclist starts the day early. During this time, the guard is in his Stage four of sleep, most probably dreaming about his shift ending soon. It is then, that he’s suddenly awoken from a deep slumber by a man wearing weird tight shorts bulging around the groin & shining neon reflectors. The look on his face is that of confusion, probably amused to find the young ‘Seth’ straddled atop a cycle, instead of sticking to the comforts of a car.
The Cab, Trucks and the BEST Drivers:
I am not sure what wrong did we (as cyclist) do to these guys but for them a cyclist on the road is definitely a menace. They always see cyclists as someone who is terribly slow on the road and blocks their passage irrespective of the width of the road. Due to the inconvenience caused, they want to teach every cyclist a lesson and hence try to brush past us at a hair-width distance. While doing so, they also make sure to honk from a distance, announcing their arrival to lesser mortals like us.
The Autowallahs and the Motor cyclists: