From the Third Seat of a Motorcycle
After my apostolate at the ashramshala at Tilloli, one of
the nuns arranged for a parent to drop us (my companion and myself) to a
village (Umrale) from which we would subsequently find conveyance. Owing to the
remote location of the shala, transport to and fro is difficult, especially
traveling from there. Transport from Umrale is more easily available and hence
coming to Umrale is a necessity. The problem is, coming to Umrale! There isn’t
any transport. Normally the sisters have their driver give the brothers a drop
but on this eventful day, a parent volunteered to drop us on his motorcycle.
It’s not that I’ve never ridden triple seat before. I’ve
ridden on a couple of occasions. But the though of riding triple seat on
winding country roads, which have come undone by neglect, environmental
conditions and other factors made me flinch. Nonetheless, without
over-thinking, I hopped on the bike. The 8 odd kilometer journey to Umrale
wasn’t comfortable but it allowed me the opportunity to take in the verdant
countryside and breathe the rustic air. My journey to Tilloli was by bus and
hence offered me a very different, more compact experience.
The freedom of the bike and the fear of falling off, kept me
aware of myself and the surroundings. As we zoomed over bumps and holes, I
realized that the road had acquired the texture of the countryside, with its
hills and valleys and overall rough terrain. As much as I enjoyed the ride and
the sights, I hated feeling like a ragdoll on the back of an over populated
motorcycle. But in a country like ours, with ministers like ours it would be a
surprise if things were any better. I’m not very cynical about the state of
affairs (after all this is coming from the third seat of a two-seater bike),
but I’m hoping that the ‘acche din’ comes soon. Until then I guess its bumpy
riding all the way.
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