So, this is going to be the first note on my blog. I had been procrastinating on writing this for the reason of influencing my readers. I was thinking from quite sometime of what should I write to connect with my readers. But then these days I am not even able to connect with myself and how could I… my life is literally falling apart, and I have been for don’t know what reason trying to keep a brave face.
Me: Hi! Anything positive around the corner?
Life: Yeah, I want to break you.
Me: Me!! You wanna break me! Why???
Life: Yes, I don’t like the way you get up every time. I feel you should just succumb to me.
Me: But I love you… aren’t you supposed to love me back?? Is there anything I did wrong that offended you?
Life: NEH, I just don’t like your attitude.. you know.. of taking every shit I throw positively. I don’t like you getting up every time I knock you down.
Me: I don’t know what to say or do so that we are on good terms.
Life: It’s not you… it’s me who decides what terms are to be maintained with you petite humans.
And with this Life decides to knock me down again… today.. an hour ago.
I love riding, it brings a sense of independence to me. My metallic grey colored Activa was a gift from brother. In these tough times I really counted on my bike. When depressed will take a ride.. go to any café, have some coffee and read or write something. It was more than an asset I owned. It was part of my struggles, of my victories (not many in past 2 years), of my joy and sorrows. An hour ago, my rightly parked bike fell and broke into pieces. Yes, and the reason is hilarious as well as frustrating.
Let’s see how it all happened (story from bystanders):
An OX who was not in a very good mood today hit my bike which was parked among many other bikes and broke it into pieces. He came from vertical lane of the T intersection where bike is parked in front of office. Crossed the junction, climbed on the sidewalk and of the various male bikes standing next to each other, he chose to hit my female (well unisex) bike and then without damaging anything else around he peacefully left.
Did I park it in No parking – No
Was it parked in a lone corner – No, it was parked on side stand among many other bikes.
Did I park it wrong – No
Is my Bike red colored – NO
So just because MR. Ox was not in his usually jolly mood he decided to spoil my already difficult day which is part of ‘not-at-all-good’ phase of my life.
It’s going to cost me a fortune (no insurance ☹ ) in my already bad looking finances. I laughed when I saw it first and after swinging between frustration, laughs, sorrows I ended up writing my first page. Thanks to my screwed-up life.
Mom and Sister – It’s good you were not riding, nothing bad happened to you. ‘Bala Tali’. Don’t worry worse could have happened etc. etc.
Unlike other days I am not in a mood to take it in right spirit. I bend on my knees Dear Life.
Just like how my life is falling apart, today my bike fell apart too.
Not struggling happily today.