17-10-2019, 05:48 PM
Race will be 180 km outside city along a jungle on rough terrain 30 km, on highway 80 km, on hill road
70 km. It is one way trip end in a village. Anyone can ride bike, pilions allowed, even pilions can ride, so rules were framed to suit them as pilion will lessen the tired. Leader chose single, other pilions. I feared may be they could physically harm me, but mom hold my hand, her hand were like pillar of assurance. But at high speed how will mom sit in my pilion. Mom adjusted her saree pleats rolling in one side like Marathi queens did, she sat my pilion and bikes zoomed for race. Initially in national highway it was smooth all were near to each other, then came hill road, i lost confidence, my bike slowed down to
30km/hr. Mom asked why we slowed, i was nervous seeing height and lost confidence, i started crying
stopping bike, i could see other bikes zooming over 70km/hr crossing 3 mountain roads nearly 20 km ahead of me. I stopped bike holding my stomach started to cry feeling sorry for me and mom.
Mom,” the rule says pilion can ride correct, give me keys, i will ride.” Smilingly with calm and serenity in face.
I,” but mom you have never rode one.”
Mom,” do not judge a book just by its cover, you will know me better, afterall you are my sweet son , i do not want you without tongue how would you taste my food, for whom i will cook.”
I,” mom be serius, i have lost the race.”
Mom,” no until you reach destination it is chance.”
Mom removed her saree, she was in petticoat blouse, as usual full petticoat and blouse. I 1st time saw massive breasts hidden inside her blouse. She ripped her petticoat apart just like skirt, her massive white milky calves visible, a long petticoat on bike like KTM will give aerodynamic disadvantage at high speed in curvy terrains. She tied my body with her back using torn petticoat and saree, I hold her soft bulky fleshy stomach tightly, like a mother ties her child on her back she did same. She started bike , with a zoom she accelerated at high speed, i closed my eyes, hugging her tightly. She rode around
100km/hr, her knees nearly touching ground on curve of hills, on her back she was supporting a guy her son of weight 70kg. In 45 minutes we crossed other bikers, i could not see expression of them at high speed, i opened my eyes when we reached jungle path, i had a lot of words in my mind but feeling ashamed to utter a word, in jungle speed was 70km/hr over rough patches, crossing a small stream. I was feeling cool bridge, mentally tired making me sleepy, i just felt like Rani Laxmi Bai carrying her son on horse. What my mom is still shocking me. I could not see her expression. Finally we reached at destined village, it was a small one only 10 houses , too much apart. Mom took her saree and wore it again, disappointing me again.
Mom put the bike in central stand, she was smiling,” how my Babu is feeling now after winning race.” Before I could utter any word mom put her hand on my mouth,” shhhh, just enjoy the victory, i know
you have a lot of question, words but please keep that inside till home. At home you will get answer.”
I saw Madan infront of house, he was wearing nighty, he feared me, but i smiled and waved him back.
I,” hi, Madan, how are you, why you are here.” Madan” fine , I live here, it is my house.” Mom,” do you know him.”
I,” he is our class topper , a gem in class.”
Mom,” really, nice to meet you Madan. I am his mom.”
Madan,” namaste aunty, you are nice biker. Satish you have cool mom.” Mom,” no every mom in world is cool.”
I,” thats true, you should never go against them.” All laughed, it eased tension of Madan.
Madan,” where are my manners , please come inside.” I,” but what about race mom.”
Mom,” we already won, when they will reach here they will understand. They are 3 hour behind us
based on their speed, lets take some rest here, after the gangs reach here we can return with your pride.”
We entered Madan’s house, it was two room, kitchen outside house, it was chawl. Madan’s mom called inside about us. Madan informed her being his friend. She said ok. Madan served us tea with flaked rice as snacks. I understood the difficulty he was studying, frequent coughing from inside conveyed his
mother is ill. I felt guilty as despite money i was wasting and who is in need was in constant abused by me. I called madan to one corner,whispered,” i am sorry madan, please forgive me, do not mention about my behaviour to my mom, i promise i will be a good friend of yours.” Saying i quickly touched his feet as repentence of sin. He picked me whispered,” if i will tell my abuses then mom will die from shock than fever. Rest assured.”
Mom,” Madan who else in your family.”
Madan,” Madam my elder sister who studies in arts college and sells her paintings , she is only source of our income and my ailing mother.”
Mom,” call me Rekha Madan, treat me as friend no aunty , no madam.” Madan,” ok madam, sorry Rekha.”
Mom,” thats better, now listen to my suggestion as a friend, you have to stay in my house, it is large
enough, so you can save your hostel and fooding expense. Babu means Satish will drop you in bike, atleast with your effect he can improve his grades and dropping and bringing you in college means he will be regular in class, only this I want in return. Its order of a friend. I do not like listening no except my son, he is such a spoilt brat.”
Madan” I will ask my mom.”
Mom,” no need I had talked to her, she is ready, more over you can bring her to my house for doctor’s treatment.”
70 km. It is one way trip end in a village. Anyone can ride bike, pilions allowed, even pilions can ride, so rules were framed to suit them as pilion will lessen the tired. Leader chose single, other pilions. I feared may be they could physically harm me, but mom hold my hand, her hand were like pillar of assurance. But at high speed how will mom sit in my pilion. Mom adjusted her saree pleats rolling in one side like Marathi queens did, she sat my pilion and bikes zoomed for race. Initially in national highway it was smooth all were near to each other, then came hill road, i lost confidence, my bike slowed down to
30km/hr. Mom asked why we slowed, i was nervous seeing height and lost confidence, i started crying
stopping bike, i could see other bikes zooming over 70km/hr crossing 3 mountain roads nearly 20 km ahead of me. I stopped bike holding my stomach started to cry feeling sorry for me and mom.
Mom,” the rule says pilion can ride correct, give me keys, i will ride.” Smilingly with calm and serenity in face.
I,” but mom you have never rode one.”
Mom,” do not judge a book just by its cover, you will know me better, afterall you are my sweet son , i do not want you without tongue how would you taste my food, for whom i will cook.”
I,” mom be serius, i have lost the race.”
Mom,” no until you reach destination it is chance.”
Mom removed her saree, she was in petticoat blouse, as usual full petticoat and blouse. I 1st time saw massive breasts hidden inside her blouse. She ripped her petticoat apart just like skirt, her massive white milky calves visible, a long petticoat on bike like KTM will give aerodynamic disadvantage at high speed in curvy terrains. She tied my body with her back using torn petticoat and saree, I hold her soft bulky fleshy stomach tightly, like a mother ties her child on her back she did same. She started bike , with a zoom she accelerated at high speed, i closed my eyes, hugging her tightly. She rode around
100km/hr, her knees nearly touching ground on curve of hills, on her back she was supporting a guy her son of weight 70kg. In 45 minutes we crossed other bikers, i could not see expression of them at high speed, i opened my eyes when we reached jungle path, i had a lot of words in my mind but feeling ashamed to utter a word, in jungle speed was 70km/hr over rough patches, crossing a small stream. I was feeling cool bridge, mentally tired making me sleepy, i just felt like Rani Laxmi Bai carrying her son on horse. What my mom is still shocking me. I could not see her expression. Finally we reached at destined village, it was a small one only 10 houses , too much apart. Mom took her saree and wore it again, disappointing me again.
Mom put the bike in central stand, she was smiling,” how my Babu is feeling now after winning race.” Before I could utter any word mom put her hand on my mouth,” shhhh, just enjoy the victory, i know
you have a lot of question, words but please keep that inside till home. At home you will get answer.”
I saw Madan infront of house, he was wearing nighty, he feared me, but i smiled and waved him back.
I,” hi, Madan, how are you, why you are here.” Madan” fine , I live here, it is my house.” Mom,” do you know him.”
I,” he is our class topper , a gem in class.”
Mom,” really, nice to meet you Madan. I am his mom.”
Madan,” namaste aunty, you are nice biker. Satish you have cool mom.” Mom,” no every mom in world is cool.”
I,” thats true, you should never go against them.” All laughed, it eased tension of Madan.
Madan,” where are my manners , please come inside.” I,” but what about race mom.”
Mom,” we already won, when they will reach here they will understand. They are 3 hour behind us
based on their speed, lets take some rest here, after the gangs reach here we can return with your pride.”
We entered Madan’s house, it was two room, kitchen outside house, it was chawl. Madan’s mom called inside about us. Madan informed her being his friend. She said ok. Madan served us tea with flaked rice as snacks. I understood the difficulty he was studying, frequent coughing from inside conveyed his
mother is ill. I felt guilty as despite money i was wasting and who is in need was in constant abused by me. I called madan to one corner,whispered,” i am sorry madan, please forgive me, do not mention about my behaviour to my mom, i promise i will be a good friend of yours.” Saying i quickly touched his feet as repentence of sin. He picked me whispered,” if i will tell my abuses then mom will die from shock than fever. Rest assured.”
Mom,” Madan who else in your family.”
Madan,” Madam my elder sister who studies in arts college and sells her paintings , she is only source of our income and my ailing mother.”
Mom,” call me Rekha Madan, treat me as friend no aunty , no madam.” Madan,” ok madam, sorry Rekha.”
Mom,” thats better, now listen to my suggestion as a friend, you have to stay in my house, it is large
enough, so you can save your hostel and fooding expense. Babu means Satish will drop you in bike, atleast with your effect he can improve his grades and dropping and bringing you in college means he will be regular in class, only this I want in return. Its order of a friend. I do not like listening no except my son, he is such a spoilt brat.”
Madan” I will ask my mom.”
Mom,” no need I had talked to her, she is ready, more over you can bring her to my house for doctor’s treatment.”
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