This post is for you Kirti as promised.
I was all of a very young 29 when my Lord and Master decided to teach me to ride a bicycle. I don’t remember how exactly this came about, what turn of which conversation led to this enthusiastic decision on his part. I was all for it, feeling excitement and apprehension in equal proportions. The excitement perhaps is easily understandable under the circumstances but the apprehension had a more obscure origin. I had till then not even ridden a tricycle. So did I at 29, have the necessary whatever to master the art of riding a bicycle?? Only time could reveal.
Equipped with a borrowed bicycle (a new one would be useless if I did not make the grade, so it was essential that my capability be ascertained first) from a neighborhood schoolgirl (which bicycle by the way did not have proper brakes), the L & M, the four year old senior son and yours truly set out to the nearby deserted playground. I am not sure whether the L & M expected the traditional gurudakshina (gift to the teacher) of betel leaves and areca nuts with a crisp high denomination note being handed over to him with folded hands and bowed head, not to mention the mandatory bending low to touch his feet as my guru. But since I’d have to ask the guru himself to get the necessary items and the high denomination note, I skipped that part of our ancient gurukul system and went directly to learning my lessons.
The Lord and Master held the cycle firmly while he asked me to seat myself. I did accordingly with much trepidation. Fear of falling, yeah, that was my problem. But I did not have to worry, what with a six-footer of a L & M all ready to promptly catch hold of me in case I decided to. Besides, I was still a featherweight back in those good old days, sigh… weighing a measly 40 kilograms or so and steadying me while riding a bicycle was child’s play for the L & M used to going for 40 kilometer walks carrying roughly the same weight in his backpack.
It helped that there were no gawk-ers or gape-rs around to make me nervous, other than a friendly black and brown dog which quite enthusiastically ran along with the L & M as he ran beside me while I cycled. He, the friendly dog, faithfully met us daily at the playground and loathe to part from this family that seemed to delight in his company, followed us home too. But our attempts at turning him into ‘our’ dog and making him a resident member met with howls of protest that we had to let him be the free wild one he was and love us on his own terms. But I digress.
Being a …ahem… quick learner, I was soon riding on the roads of Secunderaband cantonment area with the L & M and the son accompanying me on another cycle. After all I had to get used to navigating the roads and he was there to keep an eye that I learnt the ropes. The place was relatively free of traffic those days (1988) with just an occasional bus or car plying the roads. One evening while cruising along on one such road, I lost my balance and fell by the wayside in a heap. The deceptively quiet senior son, the future geek-in-the-making, turned to his Dad and stated very matter-of-factly,
“Acha (Dad) we should have brought the camera along to take Amma’s picture…”
Talk about being amazed. I surely was, hearing his cheeky observation. While the L & M was busy laughing his head off I managed to gather myself, my wits, my undamaged bicycle not to mention the slightly damaged dignity and we were soon on our way. Anyways, stumbling stones they say are mere stepping stones to success. Since there weren’t any stones involved here, it was merely stumbling followed by success.
I got a bicycle of my own (Yippeee!), with proper brakes for a change. I happily cycled to wherever I wanted to go. Deep down I always had a fear about my ability to balance and so tended to avoid the junction (I strictly forbid you to laugh) where the traffic policeman stood directing traffic. His raised hand might signal ‘stop’ at the time I reached the junction and that just wouldn’t do. An unscheduled stop and start was something I was not going to willingly face. To avoid that, I skillfully took detours and only used lesser traveled roads. This way I didn’t have to stop midway. If at all the necessity arose, the practically deserted roads meant I would not be stared at (Isn’t ‘Staring’ our National Pastime’ though it hasn’t yet been officially recognized as such??!) and made to feel nervous making the wheels go all wobbly. I became the butt of jokes for precisely this reason and to this day what the L & M persists in saying is that I had actually been scared stiff of the traffic policeman. Ha, me and scared?? Hmmm …. perhaps…. ummm… ahhh…. errrr….of the creepy crawlies, but of traffic policemen?? Not a chance. You see, I always play by the rules.
In about a year’s time when I moved back to my hometown, I had to bid farewell to my first (and last) bicycle. The junior son, the future animator-in-the-making had decided to make his appearance and cycling was decreed a big no-no for his Mom. He came, saw and tiny that he was, tried to topple me and take over the household. But I stood my ground and put him in his place. I was the Queen and he was only the newbie of an entrant to my kingdom. Shortly with two scores (successful indoctrination of children 1 and 2) to nil (Failure of children to undermine authority of and take over control from Mom) I justly earned the epithet of Hitler Mom. You thought titles such as these came by easily?? Oh no siree, they are hard-earned. But, I digress again. So what’s new?!
When the junior son was into his terrible twos, the L & M got me my first motorized two-wheeler, the Luna. It was back to the playground for practice sessions with the L & M running along as before. The junior son insisted (that taking-over instinct of his had only been blunted and reared its head at frequent intervals well into the future) on standing in front even during my practice runs. One day History as it is wont to do, repeated itself. I lost my balance and the Luna and I fell in a heap by the wayside when navigating the road just off the playground. The junior son was outraged at what he probably presumed were unfair warfare methods on my part and vociferously made his displeasure known.
Very soon (ahem… quick learner, that’s me!) I was out riding on the thoroughfares with the L & M accompanying me on his Bajaj scooter. From there to riding on my own was but a small step. No more waiting for auto-rickshaws or boarding the city bus. I now had wheels of my own (Yippeeee again). Within months, the children and I set out to join the L & M at Siliguri (No, not on the Luna but using the more conventional form of transportation called trains). As luck would have it, while there, I developed a pain in my shoulders from a fall I had and had to reluctantly give up riding the Luna. It was goodbye time again….
To be continued…..
Updated to add:
Continued here: “……to cycling”
Phoenixritu said:
LOL!!! So no more two wheelers? I have fond memories of dumping Kid#1 on the backseat of the cycle and tying Kid#2 in securely in the front basket and traipsing all over town. Really enjoyed your memory trip
Shail said:
no more two wheelers Ritu. I remember those days as well though I am glad I left them behind. I have always been a little wary of two wheelers. 😛 … though I must say I loved the wind in my face and the feeling of freedom 🙂
kirti said:
Shail, thanx a tons for accepting my request to write about your early learning (driving)experience.
The post is so cool. I enjoyed reading it and am still smiling.Having stayed in a township for long , I could visualise the deserted roads, the circular grounds and your debut driving.
Its a very sweet account of a young mom’s determination to learn to drive , the intermittant accounts of kids and their attitudes was a fun to read. Can’t wait to read more.
love you.
thanks once again.
kirti
Shail said:
Thanks Kirti. The part about driving is coming soon 🙂 I got diverted instead by a recent event to write a different one. Well, my determination is what got me through all these experiences I must say, because the minutes I say ‘No’ the L & M will only say ‘Okay fine’ 😆
Hugs to you.
manju said:
Great account of your adventures in riding bikes! What comes next after the Luna? Can’t wait to read the next installment of the story!
Shail said:
Just a wee bit of wait Manju. I will be back with the next set of experiences 🙂 Thank you.
Sandhya said:
I had a BIG smile on my face while reading from the first line to the last line of your post, Shail! You narrate even a small incident so beautifully.
I had written about my experience of learning to ride a two wheeler and it has stayed in my mind like a dream!
Shail said:
Thank you Sandhya! 🙂 Ohh maybe I haven’t read it. Will check your post.
Govind said:
It is a very good chronicle
of you learing to ride a cycle
learning to balance and overcome any obstacle
it looks like life has come a full circle.
It reminded of my father narrating an incident. The police man in the junction those days used to stand on a platform a few inches from the ground with a shade on top. Once unable to stop the cycle when the policeman put his hand up,my father clung on to the policeman’s neck bringing both of them down.
Shail said:
Govind thanks for sharing that priceless event. I burst out laughing on reading it the first time and it makes me laugh every time I recall it. Simply out of this world. I am laughing even while I type this. OMG, this is exactly why I took to the much safer side roads! Imagine such a catastrophe happening!!! :O rotflol.
usha said:
shucks!! i did just this.
went n clung onto someone’s neck during my swimming classes. It was during one of those initial classes when I used to swim with my eyes closed, with a mental calculation of how many strokes it would require to reach the other end. It so happened that my direction got skewed and I ended up grabbing some poor petrified soul’s neck instead of the railing.
Shail said:
Hahaha! This is funny too! 😀
Sundeep said:
a well written post…
made me remember the rounds I did on my cycle 🙂
enjoyed it and waiting for the next part…
Shail said:
Thanks Sundeep. It will be coming soon 🙂
pal said:
Your post had me smiling all along, Shail. First of all, kudos to you for conquering your inhibitions and mastering the art of riding/driving 🙂 Secondly, I am quite shame-faced as I admit I have never managed to learn to ride even a cycle. This morning, my brat asked me to take him on a round on his dad’s cycle, as he wanted to sit in his new child-seat. And I felt so awful to tell him that I didn’t know how to!!!!
Shail said:
Ohhh. Its not too late Pal, start right away! 🙂 I mean it.
Shilpa from Under the Rainbow said:
Lol Shail. An enjoyable read.
I have an experience to share too but I’ll hold thata until I have read the next part.
Shail said:
Ohh I am eager to know what your experience is. Okay so its going to come after this is concluded?? Will wait. By the way nice to see you around again! 🙂
usha said:
🙂
i learnt to ride a bicycle when i was 9. so all that i seem to remember of the learning phase is me screaming ‘papa.. please hold on to the bike..’ only to turn around n find him standing far away with that proud-parent-ish grin.
but ur ways of avoiding signals so that you could save yourself from the stop n restart ritual reminds me of something from the recent past. I learnt to swim an year back.. n the 1st time the batch attempted a swim-as-far-as-u-can-while-holding-ur-breath, I was the only one to make it till the other end of the pool (breadthwise). The instructor was way too impressed with me, until I told her that I’m actually petrified of landing and taking off in water, because of which I was holding onto my dear breath n kicking away like crazy till I get hold of the railing on the other end! 😀 😀 😀
learning to do activities like these are like learning to walk all over again.. really humbling experiences.. loved reading the post! 🙂
Shail said:
Awww… what a sweet picture that brings to mind Usha! 🙂
Hahaha… that was extremely funny, your swimming experience I mean. And I know just what you are talking of 😛 BTW did you read Govind’s comment above?? 😆
jesson said:
nice post,…
Shail said:
Welcome to Shail’s Nest Jesson and thank you.
Indian Homemaker said:
I was laughing while reading this… the friendly dog was adorable 🙂
Your son’s wish to capture the special moment – priceless 🙂
I also cycled for a while my kids were young because that was the only means of transport I was able to use, then I cycled again once they were old enough to own adult size bicycles… I haven’t cycled for five years now!! Now your post makes me want to try!! My mom has a bicycle at home, I think I am going to try that when I visit her next!
Lovely post Shail 🙂
Shail said:
Thanks IHM. The dog was adorable, yes. 🙂 BTW I hope you have renewed acquaintance with your cycle by now! 😉
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UmaS said:
LOL, Shail…that was one awesome experience… 🙂
Gud u linked this with ur latest post, that made it compulsory for me to read it… 😉
I was laughing, smiling throughout the whole post, from how u graduated from cycle to luna….its wonderful…those nostalgic memories…
One word of Secunderabad Cantonment, brought tears to my eyes…I miss that place…btw, its too damn conjested now. We used to stay very close to it.
Now, going to second part…
Shail said:
Thank you Uma.:) Secunderabad Cantonment holds dear memories for me too. 🙂 ‘Encounters of the Snake Kind‘ is a post from our days there.
Usha said:
Rofl! Esp the part where the senior son wanted a pic taken, for posterity perhaps :D!!!
I learnt cycling with friends, without my parents knowing, till one day, the brakes failed, I crashed into a gutter, got a gash over my right eye, and drenched in blood, at 2 pm on a Sunday afternoon, had to be rushed to the Command Hospital in Bangalore 😀 :D!
The scar I still carry, proudly, and has helped as an obvious identification mark!!! :P!
The Luna I learnt later, in college, gave me the other identification mark, on my left knee, a tennis ball sized lump and scar… The lump has gone, but the scar remains!!!
Oh this is just precious! I travelled back in memories as well! Thanks so much!!
Shail said:
Usha, good to see you! 😀 Yeah, wasn’t he a cheeky little one to say that about taking my pic during my moment of my fall from lofty heights of a bicycle??!! 😛
Ahh scars to wear with pride and all eh Usha! 😀 😀
Indyeah said:
LOL!! The senior son was a smart lil tyke I say 😀
The picture your words paint is just too hilarious not to mention endearing 🙂
I know how to ride a bike(a cycle I mean) but I am petrified(and thats putting it mildly) of riding on any two wheeler..the motorized kind.
Shail said:
Hehe… cheeky boy, though one would have never expected him to say anything of the sort as he used to be rather a quiet chap. 😛
Hey Indy, why are you petrified of motorized two wheelers when you can ride a bike?? 🙂