Musings of a Being

There is no particular reason why anyone would love to ride a bike. It’s more like an inborn instinct to learn to ride a bike. Same was the case with me. I had always wanted to ride a bike since I had seen one. Of course I learnt to ride only recently, like 5 years ago. Bike of choice- Yamaha enticer. Yes, Yamaha has a cult following around the world an no, I did not know about it. The first bike I had been on was a 175cc Rajdooth. That was when I was a kid, maybe 3 or 4 years old. It belonged to my uncle and was notoriously famous for its oil leaks and over-heating. Sometimes it would just stop midway and refuse to start again till you poured tumblers of cold water on it to cool it down. But still there was a feel to it - sitting on the tank with my dad riding that bike, holding the handle with my tiny hands and imagining that I was the one riding it. Maybe it is this feeling that held its roots firm in all us kids’ minds that led to this biking craze we all share. My dad has go...

Teaching has been my dream profession for quite some time. I don’t know why, but every time I am alone thinking of what job would suit me, I think I should teach moral science to school students. During my school days, moral science used to be the first 20 minutes of the day. Usually meaning it was the time when we all would take our own sweet time to settle down, talk to everybody in the class, let the teacher take her roll call and then maybe, if there was still time left, we would read poems about Indian culture or about patriotism or maybe discuss how many poems would we have from the moral education textbook that we would have to mug up for the namesake moral education exams. The exams were usually to fill in the blanks on lines from these poems; and I used to wonder about what a waste of time all that was. But now, when I meet kids of the school going age, when talk to them; I feel there is so much more that they should be exposed to. Such young age, when everything around th...