Bums on a saddle
Bums on a saddle
Put your bums on a saddle
Leave your imagination behind
Get ready for a demanding, exacting, taxing, stimulating experience
Be an eager rider
Motivated, powerful and consummate
Be ready for the unforeseen, the unpredictable and the unreckonable
No red carpet, no welcome, no warm hugs
Feel the freshness of the morning dew brushing against your face
The surge of pure oxygen against your cheeks
Explore the beauty of the land
The gravel on the road, the pot holes and the bumps
The sidewalks lined with fallen purple jamun fruits
Get hurt by the insult of the street dog (he doesn’t even bark when you pass him by)
The rush of adrenaline when you impishly jump every red light in the city
Stop only for a quick water or caffeine break or for pictures clicked on the Iphone
Observe the waving of fellow cyclists in brightly coloured attires
Looking like peacocks before a rain dance
A small blinking red light loosely strung behind a cyclist’s yellow florescent jacket
A bus bellowing thick black smoke in your face
The rain droplets forcing you to pedal faster
Let your senses absorb the surroundings
Pass through the entire city unnoticed, unexplained, unchallenged
Hear the hum of a city waking up to its sorrows, pains, joys and happiness
Keep moving
You are on your own
Your own trip
Your own turf
Your own rules
Your own creation
Your own supremacy (no one can touch you)
Put your bums on a saddle
Two wheels one behind the other
A pedal on each side
A straight handle bar
A saddle in the middle
Simple and uncomplicated
The sorcery is in the balance, in the mind
The rhythm, the process, the discipline repeated over and over again
Man and machine in perfect sync
The struggle, the ascent and the descent all moving you in one direction ; forward
Instant gratification
Makes you feel you are the creator of the universe
The Lord and the Master of the Kingdom
Flawless beauty in motion
Reach home hungry with your heart pumping
Burnt calories to count
The miles perfected
A rested mind
Imprint of tyre tracks and mud on the back of your T shirt
Plain bliss
An experience to share
A dare you care to brag about
The drops of sweat on your brow like hunting trophies
The memories transient and luminescent
Next morning
Start again
Put your bums on a saddle
