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Quantum mechanics and the art of motorcycling

            A lot of things change when you get a job. But nothing really changes until you get yourself a bike to go to with the new job.

Now, buying a bike for college purposes is very different from buying a bike for work purposes. When in college the emphasis is mainly on how awesome the bike looks and how uncomfortable it is for a lady when she sits on it, whereas an "office bike" is all about the mileage. It does not matter how fast your bike goes, because you always end up following an auto going at 30kmph, or an L-board Swift going at 30kmph. Overtaking anyone is a joke on outer ring road because tempos have this uncanny ability to teleport right next to you when you are overtaking a BMTC. You DO NOT want to have a threesome with a BMTC and a tempo. Ever.

Look, I took up playing guitar when someone told me that chicks dig guys with guitar. It didn't lead to any rabbit hole. I am not making that mistake again.

So, I got a new bike recently. Like over a month ago. And it’s been good. I now have more time to waste when I get back from work. I know I’ve been wasting time because I’m clearly not doing anything productive with the extra few hours in my kitty. I could be writing a book. I could be writing a short film. I should be writing for a secret project I am a part of. I could be writing new blog posts every now and then, quality ones too. But no. I would probably sell my extra time and make some more money if I could. That reminds me, people who say time is money never had access to such wonderful free time. Bliss.

N.B- Nolan saar, plz 2 take the note and maked this for the possibility sooner not later

Let’s get back to my bike now. I’m not gonna be a retard and say stuff like “I own the best bike in the world”, ok? Because I don’t own the best bike in the world. Hell it isn’t even the best bike in its segment! But it’s new, and it’ mine, so it’s all good. It’s not a big powerful machine, just a little 110cc commuter that ferries me to and from my work place. You don’t need a big powerful machine when your daily commute is over the outer ring road at peak hours. What you need is a reliable fuel saver that you can afford to let it sit in idle while waiting for the red to turn green. The fill it, shut it, forget it types. (the last sentence does not fit quite well here, but it’s a cool sentence that I stole off the internet, so it’s gonna stay)

I usually cruise around between 50 and 60 kmph when the traffic frees up a bit, especially on the flyovers. But there’s no wind in the hair, because I’ll be wearing a helmet, obviously. Safety first people. Riding 30kms everyday on the outer ring-road can be quite liberating. Even with the everyday chokehold at Manyata.

Get your shit together Manyata.


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