Wednesday, February 1, 2012

When my heart went vroom vroom


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Like any another young girl, I used to find bikes and bikers incredibly hot. Not the paunchy, uncle type but the dude in unwashed jeans who zig zagged past your dad’s car. With a messenger bag slung carelessly across his chest, his muscled forearm expertly revving up his mean machine – didn’t you all follow him with puppy dog eyes, steadfastly ignoring the kid brother smirking on the seat next to yours! The hot one invariably had a cool femme clutching to him for dear life, her tresses flying silkily behind her. How many times have we tried to catch his eye as he waited impatiently at the red light crossing! I did it all the time.

Girls love fantasizing about bad boys. It’s another matter that they prefer settling down with the enfant terrible’s nerdy brother. Risk is hardly conducive to a happily ever after.

We did have a neighbour who fancied himself as a biker dude. Actually he wasn’t exactly a neighbour but G Aunty’s lover. G Aunty a loud, over dressed woman who fancied herself as Rekha’s local avatar, loved throwing parties. Not the regular parties but the type that had lots of gana, bajanaa and uncles ogling at girls shaking their booty to – jab chhaaye mera jaado koi bachh naa paye...Haaai.

Every time I walked back from the bus stop, he would be squatting and giving his machine a vigorous polish. But he was stocky, balding, kind of ugly, very-very old and sartorially challenged. When you are fourteen anyone above twenty seems ancient. Munna Bhaisahab(his universally accepted nick) walked with a swagger and even had a wife. She hardly looked like the suffering, embittered spouse. I guess she was glad to get him off her back.

But I refused to let such unsavoury memories mar my dogged devotion to the biker clan.

When I finally got a chance to ride a motorbike I was terrified. Since the chap driving it was not a boyfriend, I couldn’t even cling to him for dear life. I must have looked quite a sight, sitting ramrod straight, looking petrified. My dying to be boyfriend in college would often try to lure me for a date with the promise of a bike ride. But my brother used to call me Mother Teresa and I tried my best to live up to the title bequeathed upon me.

I did date a biker chap briefly. In fact he was my long time crush. When he finally deigned to look at me, I collapsed like a pack of stacked cards. I often hear boys complain about girls or rather the lack of them. In my opinion most of them don’t even know how to treat a girl right. Imagine sitting in a restaurant with your “Greek god”, all you can notice is the coy looks directed at him from left, centre and right - yet he has eyes for no one but you?

My Greek God now looks like a worn out gent and I can’t stop thanking my lucking stars for not having ended up with him. Getting together is easy when you have moved apart.

God always rewards good girls and look what he had in store for me - a man who was an answer to all my prayers. And what’s more he HAD A BIKE and muscled forearms! Since we were to get married in six months and I was desperate to make the most of our courtship. Unfortunately my parents’ idea of a rendezvous with my fiancé was rather unusual. The entire family would frolic together at the Baha’i temple/Mughal Gardens/some other random park. So it became my responsibility to engineer our dates. It was during this phase I discovered my innate talent for fiction. Sudden emergencies would crop up, I had to save my distressed friends, submit a form urgently and who else would come to my rescue but my Superman on his bike! And did we have fun whizzing all around the town. Me clinging to his warm back, almost throttling him with all my unspent passion... Laughing at his jokes including the unfunny ones and him keeping a straight face when I would turn up with my eyelids smudged with a violent shade of blue... At 22, my make-up sensibilities were rather awkward. What I lacked in skills, I would make up with myriad colours.
 
I was now married to a biker dude and I was on a high – is that what you think right? It’s only when I started co-habiting with one, did I realize I had a rival vying for my beloved’s attention. Every weekend he would spend inordinate hours grooming his bike. Admiring it from different angles, giving anguished cries when he discovered little scratches and when I would say it’s just a stupid bike – he would make me the unwilling recipient of his aggrieved looks. Boy! Did it make me mad! To make it worse, I couldn’t even scream at this inanimate object! So I silently put up with it and whined once in a while.

I whined louder every time I had to plonk myself on its backseat to commute. My short hair instead of swaying silkily would billow in perpendicular direction, a million acne would merrily erupt on my face and my nose would be assaulted by the traffic smells. By the time I got off from my high horse, I would be looking like a war ravaged victim from far off Bosnia. Soon I adopted an all new look to save my face – a scarf covering everything visible above my neck, an oversized shade resting on my nose bridge, a wind cheater to protect the rest of me. Why! I even had a cute pair of gloves to wear in the evenings. I was now looking like a commando out to bomb Bosnia.

As newly married we would often get invited to dinner engagements and parties. God forbid if the host decided to see us off. He had put up with agony of seeing us layering up painfully. Just as he was about to say Achha Betaa bye, out came another jacket, cap or scarf! Just like another rabbit from the magician’s hat.

My ride was no longer thrilling, it was a pain. It was either too hot, too cold, too wet for a motor bike. On long trips I would bury my face behind his back and wait for my ordeal to come to an end. My romance with the bike had come to an abrupt end. Just eight months into our marriage and I made him buy a car.

Our biking travails are now part of folklore – little nuggets we sometimes share over a cup of tea.

The other day as I was waiting at the traffic junction, I spotted a dude on his bike – scruffy, almost handsome, his bag slug carelessly; he was tapping his foot impatiently. And I giggled like a school girl, a little self consciously. But when he took off like a maniac, zipping through lanes I crinkled my nose in disdain. Show off, I muttered under my breath.

The woman took over the young girl in me and I sighed wistfully!
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117 comments:

  1. tryst with bike's and bike walla's :P It's not like I don't love riding a bike but driving a car is all for me... :D

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    1. A car is weather resistant and far more safe.

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  2. Guess what? The cartoon that you added is a true story for me :)

    I love bikers and I always wore helmet when dating Saurabh. I think I was more of a risk taker in college and never cared about it all in college and roamed freely on a broken scooter :)

    Bikers are fun :D

    *loved this piece so much*

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    1. Did you fall of his bike?
      And you are the girl with chutzpah - can so imagine you riding a scooter, oblivious to the world.

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  3. I hate you. When I had joined the blogging community, I had made a vow, that I would not read anything that contains even a fraction of mush. Grrr...
    But saving grace, it had your humour. :)
    And I can empathize with Mr. Ray. It is not "just" a bike. I used to ride a Royal Enfield in college, and riding gives you a high. It is like being a knight in the middle ages, riding a horse and following the code of chivalry.

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    1. I am keen to know about the code of chivalry. Did you let other vehicles overtake you on the road or did you doff your helmet every time you spotted a femme?

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  4. Such a lovely post! Fascination with bikers has been universal. I so use to tease my sis that she would get hitched by a scooter-wala (luckily she is now married to a sedan owner). I didnt care about the bikes much but yes the cocky helmets and leather jackets make most bikers already appealing! but alas we all have to settle down at some point :)

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    1. Bikers do have an air of recklessness about them and women find it insanely attractive.

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  5. Good one and its true for all girls out there. would love u to write about it from ur husbands point of view too. i too had done a lot to impress but had all the fun with my fiancee and we enjoyed 3 months before marriage and quite a lot after marriage too. but it was great fun as we stayed in a city which had beach and was too good in rains sometimes. we had fun in our first trip to a hill station where we hired a bike. keep writing.

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    1. Sounds like so much fun - driving along the beach and going all the way up to the mountains on a bike!

      All I can say is WOW.

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  6. hehe Nice post and very funny. I guess we all loved bikes especially because of the awesome portrayal of bikers in movies. Don't remember having any crushes on real-life bikers myself. But did enjoy a few bike rides with male friends during college. There is something very macho about a bike. My husband and I had a car and then he bought a bike for close distances. He also had an old bike at my in-law's place. I loved riding that one with him where I could press myself close to him and do naughty stuff pretty shamelessly. I loved the intimacy, and as that was rare, it was enjoyable too. The one we bought to go to closeby places was sold off in a few years because of lack of use. But, I am always game to ride on a bike :). I had a fantasy to be able to ride a bike someday myself. Looks like that isn't happening anytime soon :D.

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    1. We had a neighbour, a young girl, very petite, who used to drive a bike. I used to find her fascinating!

      In Delhi you need to be exceptionally brave to drive a two wheeler - apart from the leery looks, one is expected to handle amorous men trying to topple you over.

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  7. alas! my dream is still unfulfilled!
    Your aftermath just shattered my dreams!!
    Hehe.. Humourous post and the word 'unspent passion' cracked me up

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    1. Yea the passion was in my savings account and it kept multiplying :p

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  8. I'm wondering how'd it be to date a bike waali? Perhaps, I must try to strike a conversation with her, my college-mate who claims to have a Pulsar and have drove at an overwhelming speed. I hope petrol does not notch hitherto.......

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    1. Bike waalis are hot and have a long waiting line of suitors. Hurry! before offer closes.

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  9. You are bang on...girls do love fantasizing about bad boys. I guess bike rides are all about youth and passion...At age 20 bike ride with a dude was a dream, but not today.Loved the humor sprinkled in between a 'Dil se' post.

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    1. Nowadays I don't see too many boys on their bikes. I guess easy financing options and over indulgent daddies has lead to their steady disappearance. I now read about the insanely expensive Hayabusa, Harley Davidson, which are more like rich man's toys.

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  10. Hehehe..Aaah who doesn't love bad boys and their bikes!..but sadly, these heroes become pathetic once they are old..your family dates before your wedding must've been fun :D

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    1. Those dates deserve another post! To make it worse, my much in love fiancé was constantly clicking my pics. It was fun playing hide and seek with him.

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  11. A lovely read ! It looks like the month of Feb (Valentine special) is stoking old fires of passion for likes of you and Alka G as evident in your recent posts!:)

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    1. I think it's Ram Sene and the goons from Shiv Sena who eagerly await Valentine's Day. For us it's just another excuse to wine and dine :)

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  12. i have been checking ur blog twice everyday to see if u have written anything new. this is one paisa vasool post :D. enjoyed every bit of it :)

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    1. There's an easier way - you can either follow my blog or subscribe to it by mail :p

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  13. Purba, I never liked bikes nor did I ever liked biker dudes but post marriage the first thing my husband bought was a bike because they were the fastest way to reach the railway stations in the Mumbai traffic and then I realized that my husband is in love with his bike. People neglect their cars for days and he used to get his bike washed and scrubbed on a daily basis and the rest of the story is same as yours :(
    I hate bikes and now I am glad that he does not want to ride them here in Dubai.. thank God for that :)

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    1. And you wonder what he sees in that metallic, inanimate object. Didn't you feel like giving it a hard kick?

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  14. *VROOM VROOM* thanks for the heads up, now i now that gerls look, will be more careful ;)

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    1. You need a bike, an attitude and a pair of unwashed jeans :D

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  15. Loved the way u have said it all...and there were bits when i couldn't stop chuckling coz it reminded me of innumerable bike rides that i had with my then bf (now husband). And u r right abt the fascination with bikes ending coz its the same in my case. :)

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    1. When you are dressed in a killer outfit and your hair blow dried to perfection, you definitely don't want to be on a bike!

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  16. Your two incarnations...the Bosnia ones...hilarious..!!

    How the love for something turns into envy and then you dump it for a new savvy car... :D

    Life. Thats all. :P

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    1. The bike looks shinier from the other side of the fence :)

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  17. Too good! It is amazing how the women in you take over the little girl inside of you. But somewhere deep inside that little girl lurks inside. That makes you fall for your past crushes all over again,that makes you go weak kneed at the thought of their memories. Now,in retrospect ,u obviously smile and pass on :D. Nice write up!

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    1. My little girl is too active for my own good. My daughter often gives me exasperated sighs :)

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  18. Purba,

    Enjoyed every bit of this post starting from fascination for bikes, to rides on bike including jealousy and thoughts about bikers then & now. The flow of words kept me glued.

    Take care

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    1. The post came out a bit too long. Delighted it could hold your attention :)

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  19. Wow, somebody's living a fairy-tale life.... nice post. Now I know my problem... I've always preferred trains to bikes.

    Maybe it's because I lived in Chicago for so long. It's such a cold, rainy climate that bikes were just not enjoyable. But a nice, warm train on a cold winter day lets me sleep for an hour as it slowly chugs it's way to my station. :-)

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    1. Yep.. I am aware how windy and cold Chicago can get. Had spent a couple of months in Des Plaines and even in summer I had to wear jackets.

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  20. Lol!!! Here people ride bikes only for fun and sports, and those people are indeed hunks with tattoos and all.

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    1. Oh I have seen them - stocky tattooed men! Nopes, not my idea of a dream date.

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  21. The guys know it. the reason why every guy on earth is a biker and hits the gym. And I think that's exactly why they give up both after they marry.
    I had a dream: to be seated behind a girl when she drives my bike. Might sound odd. But to tell you, it happened and it was one of the most sexiest moments of my life!
    And it looks like, the man has not taken over the young teen in me yet because I'll love to ride like that again.

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    1. No it doesn't sound odd at all. I am aware of men's fascination for women in control :)

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  22. Bikers have always been a fancy, not the teenagers on the 100cc's who zig-zig through traffic just for those glances. But the real serious bikers, hehe, like the one who dotes on his thundering mean machine! But as I read the second half of your post, I'd rather keep 'em eye-candy ;-)

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    1. Yep.. as different as Axe and Issey Miyake:)

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  23. The L&M has been wary of riding a two-wheeler ever since we got married as apparently he had been in accidents the few times he dared to ride one. So taxis and autos it has been before we could afford to buy a car. I used to love riding with my brother on his scooter as we raced the clouds when i was in college in Nagpur. Now the younger one is a serious biker and his first love is his bike. He has even given 'her' a name. :)

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    1. And he has a chilled out Mom who lets him be and doesn't give lectures on safety :)

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    2. When you know that he has a passion that he can't give up,it is best to accept it and pray to God to keep him and the riders safe. For if we were to object or show displeasure in any way, he would stop telling us, which can be worse. So, I have let out another secret of parenting. And Like I said in the latest post, if he has been old enough to vote for the last nine years, he should know what is good for him and what is not.

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  24. Hehe this reminds me of the episode from F.R.I.E.N.D.S, where Monica goes out with Chip, who owns a bike, which she calls the Chipper.She so wants to go on date with him, only becuase she wants to ride the chipper!!
    LOL..A Totally hilarious Post!!

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    1. Trying to imagine the so-in -control Monica letting her hair down with her biker beau :D

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  25. Haha! Thank god there wasn't any young lass vying for ur hubby the way u did when u were a kid

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  26. Being a serious rider(I don't like to be called a Biker because that also includes the nut jobs in the cities who give a damn about safety or responsible riding); I must admit the relationship I have with Laetitia is that of loyalty, respect and love. A rider connects with the two wheels the way no one else can; and yes being one on the highways; I must admit I get all the attention from cars and other tourists. Being part of the Bullet riding fraternity; and the numerous riders I know, I can say for everyone that they aren't rash or reckless but responsible. Bullets top at 90kph but ride hard and consistently. Bikers who are seen on plastics like the Pulsars etc. can never fall in love with their two wheels because they are inanimate objects. Bullets have a soul and mind of their own; they leak oil and even fall apart at times, but we still love them as our own children mainly for their imperfections. And believe me you, Laetitia runs best only when spoken to; and she does get a scolding once in a while too after which she behaves. Only a rider and not a biker can tell you these stories; and there are numerous ones at that! Riders are a sentimental lot, and yes I have had numerous complaints from other women; but first loves are really first loves and one shouldn't bother competing but rather join the party on the highway! You should too!

    When I get married, I know for a fact that someone who doesn't appreciate the rider in me will never be at peace. I ride out alone, for days at a stretch; feed of the wind and highway. Its a symbiotic relationship that a rider has; a woman in his life needs to be part of it just the way the two wheels are. It might sound sexist but that's the way it goes for anyone with a strong passion.

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    1. I enjoy reading about your biking adventures, especially the part when you and your gang demolish mountains of bhajiya and paavs.
      You and "Laetitia(nice name btw) have a symbiotic relationship. Only you know the elation you experience when you take to the road - we can only feel happy for you.

      I am sure you will find a girl who will respect you and your passions and won't write cribby posts like these :D

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  27. Enjoyed this perspective of being a biker's girl. Being a guy who has had to spend a lot of time behind his girl on her bike, I could so totally identify with the issues. The hair blowing into my and no, she will not wear a helmet as it messes with her hair do more than the 50 kmph wind does, the layering down and layering up, the long conversations where I couldn't make out anything over the sound of the bike, but had to keep saying hmm-hmm, etc. Bikers, regardless of gender, have this strange ego that stops them from using your car instead.

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    1. So enjoyed reading a man's point view! She loves the freedom of riding a bike and you love her to bear it all stoically :D

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  28. Tangy as usual..I am reminded of a Harle Davidson brute I spied in Goa..so wanted to ride it :)

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    1. This sounds extremely naughty and I am going to keep my mouth shut. *giggle giggle*

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  29. Even I had a bike in my college days (not too long ago), but I don't think any girl missed a beat watching me ride and there wasn't anyone wanting to cling to my back. Now, I think, perhaps I didn't ride fast enough.

    Now I have a scooter, do girls fancy scooter ride?

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    1. Only if you are on a Roman Holiday and look like Gregory Peck;-)

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  30. No let me tell this categorically NOPE I did not follow him with puppy eyes or any eyes for that matter :)


    oh yes the good old days when it ws a sin to take a BATH and NOT clean the bike, the getting the piece of cloth to make sure all marks from the petrol tank are gone.. the exhaust is nicely shining ..
    ALAS you had to break the dream by using the word showoff.. But then what do the youngsters of today know about biking , they are too much into speed and varooom varooom .. no no no that is not biking

    Biking is that Royal enfield, jet black, shiny trims and going at 15-20KMPH and the dug dug dug dug dug dug . Now that is BIKING..

    did you ever experience that if not .. hamare punjab main aana kabhi he he he he he .. I still have a bike and yes it gets polished every now and then

    Bikram's

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    1. Even a novice like me knows that Royal Enfield is a classic.

      Are men more passionate about bikes than women? Curious to know!

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  31. Been there, Done that!
    Fascination for bikes has long gone, even though I haven't found my bad guy yet.

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    1. Bad guys are good for pleasant diversions :p

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  32. This reminds me of a conversation I had with our PG maid whilst away from home. That snarky female asked me - Didi, dont you wish for a boyfriend to enjoy bike rides, like other girls in PG.
    I gulped a little and replied - 'My boyfriend is in US and he owns a truck. Bikes are too messy for hair and skin'. She pretended to buy my argument.
    Though I guess, I do prefer safe car rides to shaky bikes anytime.

    Bad boys! they are different story altogether :)
    Loved it (as always..). Gave thousand pretty poppy tingling thoughts! Its a pleasure visiting here.

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    1. Even my man owns a truck(actually it's an SUV) and he loves driving it.

      Bikes are too messy - you need to have cropped hair, a devil may care attitude for your skin and be madly in love with your biker dude.

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  33. LOL! This is such a fun post.I thoroghly loooved it! :)

    I used to ogle guys on their bikes.But now that I have a more-than-a-biker bf myself,I don't ogle much.Infact I've gotten so disinterested.Just like you! :)

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    1. Sigh... familiarity robs us off excitement.

      But you know what! ogling is a good pass time, keeps him on his toes :p

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  34. loved reading it...great..u write sooooo well....hehe dates, long drives and hands in his jacket on a bike...oh so romantic....but the delhi traffic is now horrific and i have grown old and fearful...cars it is Now ..

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    1. Delhi traffic is crazy! And look what age did to me! I stopped have street food and ask the gol gappa chap if he uses mineral water :D

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  35. Lovely story! And I LMAO about bosnia(the whole paragraph)!
    Every teenager would dream of biker dudes, and I wasn't an exception. But often I ended getting lifts from my class mates and I would sit erect. Such an unpleasant journey if we are not going with our loved ones! That is still lying as a dream that never came true for me to hug tight and go vroom vroom at high speed on a bike!

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    1. A bike ride is best enjoyed with your boyfriend. Preferably in Goa, on roads that take you past verdant greens and quaint houses.

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  36. My husband doesn't know how to bike and so my dreams of sitting in bike were just dreams. Now I realize how that is blessing in disguise atleast w.r.t bike. He is hooked on to his laptop-that's another matter.
    Great one

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    1. My husband gives an all new meaning to the term Laptop! It's doesn't leave his lap at all.

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  37. I still love to ride a bike, better if I get to drive one. But yes the agonies do weigh down. I have the same hate relationship with my hubby's laptop. Wonder what I could do to get rid of it?
    Any suggestions !

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  38. LOL Purba that was fun to read :)


    The first time I saw women on two wheelers in scarves and glares and summer jackets and gloves was in Pune, and I remember thinking they looked like terrorists :)

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    1. Now you know the inside story :D

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  39. Loved your post and now wondering how many such chances i ignored.....its hard to get women's signal...and now I regret :( :(

    Hilarious post..and I must appreciate your observation :D

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    1. We can be such tubelights when it comes to catching signals. Now you can just sigh for all the missed opportunities.

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  40. How one's perspectives change with time....me-i think i was born old!!!!

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  41. such a cute post-and so nice to see the cute, carefree girl in the sexy, demure Purba of now...you almost sounded like me in certain places...as in not flattering myself:-)

    i could imagine you layering up and also the dudes...makes me realize I have a bike fantasy too-oh crap! Look what you triggered:-)

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    1. Demure!! Lol...when I told this to the husband he looked shocked:D

      Unfulfilled biker fantasy!!We must do something about it :p

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  42. Purba, All I can say is thanks.. Why? I guess all of us have memories of these, and as time passes, these just become memories.. It is not only girls.. A guy on a bike looking at another biker, with a girl behind.. Thinking.. Uski Bike mein kya hai jo meri bike mein nahin... Even if he has a girl sitting behind him.... Gr8 one...

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    1. What doesn't belong to us is always alluring. Ever wondered why?

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  43. i just wait for a new post on your blog daily .. love your posts!!!

    this was hilarious !

    i recently bought splendor plus which is nowhere a dude's bike rather an uncle bike...so my wife never gets excited neither me riding on it :P

    regards
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    1. Well, I can foresee the future. You will be selling off your bike within a year.

      Keeping the wife happy should be your topmost priority :D

      PS Flattered that you look forward to my posts :)

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  44. The bike is always greener on the other side!

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  45. A Rough Rider...a Tough Rider...with a soft(?) heart!
    amitaag.blogspot.com

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  46. This is hilarious :-)
    I have seen loads of girls go through the dupatta around the head exercise and it looks so uncomfortable.
    On the other hand, I am still begging my husband to get me a pink scooty, but he refuses on the grounds of safety. Neither of us have owned a bike/scooty/to-wheeler, it's always been a car, so unglamorous.

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    1. Pink Scooty sounds so cute. And if you are NOT in Delhi, why not?

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  47. nice article.. loved it...


    www.jaibeesview.in

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  48. Hello,

    Really loved your experience.
    The post is so picturistic that one can feel what u want to say.
    The post is so lively and cute that one can actually relate.I being a biker myself can relate to it quite closely.
    This is the one post where the reader os so much into reading and imagining his/her exp.
    Really liked the flow and content .
    keep writing,keep sharing
    I am a fan !!

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    1. I am delighted with the response this post got. Guess we all have bike fantasies and men are delighted to be a part of it :)

      And thank you so much.

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  49. Hahaha! This is awesome :).
    Me being in my teens right now, I find it real cute when guys whoosh past in their bikes :D. Actually I love it ;). My brother always takes me on long rides on his bike and we whoosh past everyone :D.
    The funny thing is, I obsess about his bike more than he does :P.
    I do exactly the same thing to my bro's bike what your hubby does to his bike :D :).

    Awesome post btw :).
    Nice experience :D.
    Hehe!!
    Cheers Didi :).

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    1. Sweetheart as a Mom to a teen, I am hardly your Didi :))

      And if you love bikes so much, why don't you get one for yourself? Of course you have to turn 18 first.

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    2. Oh My!! Hehehe! Didnt know that :o ;).
      So I'll call you aunty then? :D :P.

      Yeah! I have to get one :) ;). My bro said he'll get me one as soon as I turn 18 :) :D.

      Now, M waiting to grow up :P :D

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  50. Nice post. Interesting to read. Girls love bikes and this post proves it :). How about bikes which are designed for girls :)

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    1. Yes indeed. If we can have scooties designed for women - why not bikes?

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  51. 1st time here. I am in love with your blog! You write so well! :)

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  52. This piece, I did share with the wife. The cartoon epitomizes a true life experience when in college. Well.. Biking days are back, thankfully :) Nicely scripted, a lot of room for empathy.

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    1. The chap who sketched the cartoon is a genius. Did you actually let her slip away?

      And glad you liked.

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  53. Oooo ! Old memories of drool :D Awesome !

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    1. Hahaha...Nostalgia is a seductive mistress.

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  54. That was fun Purba,took me back in time.Hobbs and I pooled in our internship stipend and paid installments to buy our first vehicle-a bike.It was romantic initially to race the highway during rains to have lunch at various dhabas but my love affair soon ended when he would drive painfully slow in the name of safety and invite funny looks on the street.

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    1. You sound like such a fun couple. We should meet, if/when you are in Delhi :)

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    2. Sure we will ..'if' is not a nice word ,I like the anticipatory sound of 'when':)

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  55. haha. there's a girly-girly in all of us no matter how much grow up. i still get swoon-y everytime yet another of em scruffy-hottees ride past on their enfields. aw man...!

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    1. I used to but then I grew up! Now I like them erudite and definitely not scruffy. Sighs!

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  56. excellent put up, very informative. I’m wondering why the opposite specialists of this sector do not realize this. You should continue your writing. I’m sure, you have a great readers’ base already!
    love sms

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  57. well, i'll be surprised if i can find a single new point. it izz deh same old woman's fascination curve with motorcycles that most serious bikers are bored with. In fact, notice how men never notice how women feel about the bike? Nothing new to see and no need to argue about the basic tenement of A to B transportation. Now, if any of you expressed concern that your man sits in a 500kg plus metal box with three empty seats around him, guzzles depleting fossil fuels exponential to his vehicle weight and takes four times longer to get back from work and into the arms of his beloved wife who want's him to drive a car instead of a bike, Then! i would be surprised.

    Close, but no cigar.

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