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An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)

Driving …


… me crazy. While I do the same. The hashtag wewillgiveitback is me, on the road. Quite the maniac sometimes, wearing her driver’s ego on her side mirror. Peace. I jest 😀 You think? This post has been a long time in the writing. It was ambitiously set aside for some “P” work. You know, publishing and all? In, like, a paper/journal/whachumacallit? Good thing I saved it as a draft. Came to mind instantly, as the ideal rambling post for today.

Before driving, was the riding. Riding, to start with, a bicycle, on the bylanes of Jayamahal Extension,in Bangalore,  in the early 70s, learning; falling, picking myself up again. Repeat. I carry, most honourably, scars on my ankles, knees, elbows and even over my right eye. That one is particularly clearly etched, not just on my face, but branded in my memory. A quiet Sunday afternoon, with everyone at home resting after lunch, and me on the road, with my bicycle, trying a new manouevre- to make a U turn on the road without putting my foot down. Try as I might, I couldn’t, till I hit upon the idea of doing it on a gentle slope, a slight distance away from home. So up I went, tried, tried, till I almost got it. Only the cycle was on a slab over a dry gutter, at the final turn, in front of a house. Hoping to cut in close on the corner and get back on the road, I quite forgot to clutch the brakes. Flew straight off the slab, the cycle, and me off it, crashing face down into the (fortunately 😛 ) dry gutter, hitting my right eyebrow, and saving my right eye by millimetres 😀 I remember too, I wore a light pleated skirt, and a light green cotton top, which, by the time I scrambled up, dazed, had turned a brownish colour with blood drizzling down my face. Sigh. Kind hands helped me up; where they came from I’m not sure, but they got me home, and Daddy drove me across town to the Air Force Hospital where I got 5 stitches put in, a swollen face and eye, four days off from school, and a scar to put down as my identity mark on all my documents 😀

Interestingly, my elder son picked up a  eyebrow scar as well, in Bangalore, though not cycling. Another story there 🙂

So, yes, the thrill of riding the road. It has always been with me, something that I know I will savour for the time that I can, possibly can. The mastery of cycling came easy, then riding to school. That’s when I started getting the treatment. Duh. If you’re female, and on the road, bike, or car, or bus, or auto, you know what I’m talking of. Even a schoolgirl cycling would throw some other cyclists, men, off. And for most of the journey, of almost 5 km, the other guy would slow down, allow me to pass, then pick up speed. Harassment? Definitely. Luckily, the joy of riding the cycle was far greater than these hiccups. 😀 😀

The next step was of course getting onto the moped. But let’s leave that for another day. What I always remember is the fact that even way back then, I refused to take nonsense, and lived that hashtag Iwillgiveitback 😀 😀

What is now, was already then. Savvy? 😛

4 February, 2015

This is day four of Ramblings in February. Click on picture to join in if you wish 🙂

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P.S. Shall drop by and read your ramblings too. A few more days please 🙂  🙂

Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

5 thoughts on “Driving …

  1. Usha! You are the wewillgiveitback maniac? Lololol.
    Oh my. Five stitches, you spirited young thing! Wanting to master that U turn. 😀 😀
    Really, what’s with these men/boys wanting to race girls/women?! Why cannot they mind their own business?! When will they learn to?
    //”What is now, was already then. Savvy?”// Yeah, I am getting that now 😛 ❤ Hugs!


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  3. Hmmm…it was and is always my dream to ride, anything, cycle or moped or car. But… You really have got guts…most people will run away from the vehicle once they fall down, I know a couple of them, but you really are different! Will go to the II part now!


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  5. Driving and rambling about scars
    Before she graduated to cars
    Making marks of identity
    So also on son’s entity
    And readily, with fellows, she spars!


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