Every city comes with some sought of an advantage. The moment….a place becomes “city”, it is overcrowded or at the least moderately crowded. And this means weekends are the only time off the bustling crowd, either tucked away at corner in the house or to some place that is at a short driving distance.
For “Bangloreans”, Chikmangalur is a privilege. Not far away, yet throwing various options, be it lazing at a resort, engaging in adventure activities, soaking in early morning sun, trekking or submitting oneself to almighty at one of the popular temples, this place has it all.
This was a quick click on my way back in the early hours.
Amidst rising temperatures that sent heat waves, shower is a boon. Last couple of days the Bangalore clouds have been dark and the selfish me did pray for a little rain not more, for I was fine to race through 25 kilometers in the drizzle.
It seemed like the Sun God proved stronger and pushed the rain away for nearly a week. But the case was not same today. As I winded up and saw the clouds following me, I knew it was time to race through like others. By the time I reached closer to Koramangala, it was not just the drizzle; So decided to stop by a famous kachori joint that served North Indian delicacies and treat myself while trying for the Sun to come up. As I neared this joint, completely soaked and looking for a place to park my active, the sight of people running for shelter at the joint, was a bit chaotic. The joint is housed by the main road. So, I spotted a corner, that would give access to the main road, right in front of the eatery, where a geared vehicle was parked. I knew I had to park right next to it, slightly kissing the vehicle keeping in mind the limited space. As my activa squeezed in a hurry to be able to rush, I hit the vehicle down right in front of watchers “all men”.
I did not get any help! With no second thought, I quickly parked my bike, left my belonging in the shelter and rushed back to the spot to pick up the vehicle that was in a position not easy to lift. As these men watched, I lifted the vehicle with not much difficulty, with a man rushing to give me a hand in the last few seconds. All of these in the pouring rain. I saw the eyes were on me!!! I felt proud and sure that many in the crowd felt ashamed for not comming forward to help.
Thanks to my new found riding passion that I lifted the vehicle with ease. Today I felt happy for not being assisted……..