Me And My First Love...

Well people,stop making suppositions after reading the title. It has nothing to do with me and the opposite sex. Loving just doesn't mean caring for a living being.Caring for an abstract stuff too is called loving.Well,I did.It was my Bicycle/Bike.Whatever you people may call it.For me it was my first love.It was the festive season Diwali back in 10th grade when I was dying to have my second bicycle.The first one went too small for me.I got its tyre punctured not one but both,breaks had already failed.I have a good history of riding without breaks on Bicycles that too, on Highways.Back to Diwali,it was the lovely evening when I got my second Bicycle.The festive season seemed more festive.It wasn't an ordinary bike.It was a sports bike you can say.It was imported all the way from Nepal to India.Nepal had imported it from UK.So I can say it was imported all the way from UK.A light-weight,cool looking 18 gear bike it was.It had a good suspension.The low costliest bike among the other ones in the showroom it was.And the most light-weighted too.I was already on cloud nine.I never dreamt of getting a bike with gears but I was lucky to have it.Mom never would have allowed me to get one(gear bike).But I went out with my Dad and convinced him that nothing will happen as thought,with the gear bike.And this is how I got the bike.
The night when my bike entered the house,I didn't sleep.Guarding it and wiping its surface everytime a dust particle resided on its surface.I never took it out with the thought of getting the tyres dusted.Never took off its plastic cover on the rods and seat.It was more of a collection than an utility.And the day came when my mom asked me to take it to school.I refused.She forced.And I lost the argument.Took it to school.And it was the same day when my first stunt with the cylce was performed.It was accidental though.Loved riding it but made sure I had the tyres placed on the dry parts of the roads on which I was riding.Cleaned it after getting back home.I was in love wtih that stuff.
Most of the people consider their bikes to be a rough female.But I always considered my bike as a complete 'HE'.Rough and tough you can say.I had rode it on every type of road available in Mumbai you can say.From smooth ones to the very seriously damaged ones though you seldom find smooth ones in Mumbai.Always held it close to my heart.Had great memories with my bike.Considered it my close best buddy.Always had a chat with it on roads.Though never understandable by others.Always feared of getting its components damaged.The reason being roads in Mumbai.Even a BMW car would go to its servicing centre within a month after it has been sold.




The very first damage that happened to it was when the gear went loose and had to replace it.Then came in the second damage when the BEST bus's bumper got my tyre in its hook and destorted the rim.And then came in the series if damages.But every sort of it was fixed and I became more careful while riding it.I even had a series of accidents though all minor you can say.But everytime it occured I escaped the serious physical damages which I would have faced if not acted in time.Let me give you an account of one such incident where I was riding back home from college.It was raining and I was in full spirit coz the exams had finished and was riding my bike on 18th gear with the one of the breaks failed.There was a parallel running school bus and I tried to overtake it on the road turning.And what happened next can be well imagined.The school bus turned left and I skid roughly on the road when tried to apply the breaks(which had failed already) near the turn and my leg pained for about a week.
If I haden't applied the breaks then I would have really lost my leg under the bus'es tyres.There are more of such incidents.But I never lost the zeal of riding on my bike.Whichever place it may be,be it college,friend's place,any place there was my cycle with me.Be it any work I would always have my bike to even cover walkable distance.Such was the zeal and vigour that I shared with my bike.The wind blowing on my face in the early mornings when used to ride it all the way to classes,the raindrops falling directly on my face and all such eternal moments I had shared with my bike.My bike riding would always leave my decent looking combed hair haywire.
Never it was a problem since I was then a hair-obsessed guy.I shared an incomplete relationship whenever the bike was away in the servicing process.
I loved covering long distances with it.It had series of benefits.It helped me breathe free.My asthma condition got better and better with each ride.I can say it helped me cope with my asthma.I would not take my prescribed medication for months.You can now say how it helped me reduce worsening of asthma.
I had so many dreams with my cycle.All of those came in when I used to ride it.Was so much obsessed with it that I dreamt of competing in the 'Tour De France'.Funny it is,I know.Thought that I would modify it in a garage to the best model.




All those dreams were shatttered when one fine day my bike was stolen away from me from outside the college where I used to park it.That day came in as the worst day of my life.My best buddy was kidnapped I can say.I searched for it for almost about 45 minutes in the same area where I had parked it.My eyes almost filled with tears and asked my friend to accompany me to the Police station to file an FIR.Had so much hope that I would get it back.Didn't had proper talks with people for two days.Hated having food,started feeling envious seeing people ride bikes on roads.All came back to normal when Dad promised me to get another one.But I insisted on buying the same bike model again.After a month I came back to normal.Started using public transport correctly as I had no good experience left after I had received my bike.
It's almost a year now and I am waiting for my cycle to come back to me.I still remember those wonderful moments shared with my cycle.Still having moist eyes while I am posting this article.Hoping to get my cycle back.I know its a dream that won't come true.But one thing is for sure,I'll get a new bike.When?I don't know.But I still have great memories binded with my old bike.Ending this article with a heavy heart for losing a best buddy...