17-10-2019, 05:57 PM
After 1 hour Madan went for cook. Mom said it is her duty. Mom cooked rice dal vegetables in earthenware chullah. It was tasty. Madan changed into salwar did evening puja to holy basil.
Mom,” dress is not a matter, i know you are feeling guilty but lack of money made you to wear your sister and mom’s cloth. Its your characteristics that is importance not your appearance and strength.”
Mom was right. After 3 hour biking group reached, only 5 bikes reached, others may got flat tyre in jungle or lost path or fuel empty condition. They started again abusing, mom me confronted them, saying it was as per rule set by them too. They could not digest the defeat. They got more angry, the leader lost his control, with spiked knuckle he tried to punch me, i was struck as dumb, only few inches away from my eyes his knuckle stopped, it was mom who was holding his hand tightly , she was fuming in anger. She removed her saree , gave me and told me to run inside, she locked the door outside, she loosened her two front blouse buttons, loosened her hair. Came roaring to guys,” you tried to hurt my heart, pupil of my eye, my life, you will see wrath of mother a nature of woman you rarely see.” 9 guys surrounded her with stick , knife, knuckle, chain. All tried attack simultaneously. Mom sat suddenly on ground with a proper split. Split showed her muscular milky thighs. She grabbed feet of two men tossed them on air. Now she jumped on air giving a bicyle kick to a guy knocking him out. She hardened her arms her blouse torn apart, omg it was a massive 20 inch thick bicep with a tattoo of two scorpions surrounding a snake. She punched two guys quickly knocked them out. Her hair was on constant rotation obstructing view of attackers , she was rotating too fast , carrying a massive body at high speed rotation was amazing. No doubt the 7 guys knocked out in just 2 minute, the 2 guys fled the place leaving their bikes. Mom after knocking them out got cool, she drank some water, she cared for her attackers, she lifted them all and brought to verandah, where she poured water to them, fed them some
lemon water. After 20 minutes all woke with swollen eyes, face broken teeth. They were still fearing. The leader was trembling. Mom assured them she is no harm and advised them to carry on good works,
use bike to spread good messages to society, do not give up riding bike, encourage other females to ride bike like mother sister wife, empower them. Mother opened door, i came outside, gangs apologized me
, i also did same for my past action commenting on women. We hugged each other. The gang left
leaving one bike .
Madan was shocked seeing fight of mom, his eyes wide open,” you are truly amazing madam.” Mom marked her hands towards him,” it is rekha , or friend nothing else.”
I,” Mom are you my friend.” Mom,” ofcourse i am.”
I,” can I call you Rekha.”
Mom,” no, i like mom word only from you, no body has that right.”
I hugged Mom,” I love you mom, I am proud of you, i am sorry for my behavior.” Mom too cried, a strong body calm mind can cry for love I could understood.”
Mom asked saree to wear. Madan gave Mom white colour saree as his mom was widow wears only
white saree. Mom,” white is my favorite.”
Mom again whispered in my ear,” just keep your questions inside of your mind, when time comes I will tell.”
I smiled. It was evening, next day college will open in morning. So mom asked me and Madan will both go on bike as it will cut time and save Madan’s money. Madan said her sister will come soon, it is better to meet her. Mom said we will meet later as better to take rest before next day. Madan packed his bag, Mom was sitting on bullet 500 CC left by 2 fleeing gang members, she parked our KTM in Madan’s garden , left a note for his sister with key. Mom kick started the bull, she checked fuel level, tyres, break clause like an expert mechanic. I sat behind Mom holding her waist tightly, Madan hold my shoulder, Mom rode responisbly, this time no speed issue, so she wore her saree tied her hair as usual, but speed was around 60 km/hr. Both boys enjoyed a female riding bike. Inside jungle we asked mom to stop near spring, we spent quality time watching sunset, me and Madan splashed some water in each others face, giggling laughing playing in water, collected colourful stones. Mom indicated it is time to go. We sat happily on pillion, reaching destination my house around 10 pm. Kamala had prepared food for only 3. Mom went inside kitchen cooking tasty food. God knows Moms are never tired for their children. Mom herself arranged Madan’s room, Madan wore his nighty. Mom went to study , I went to sleep.
Next morning I woke up around 7 am. Mom was reading newspaper. I,” Mom, where is your office.”
Mom,” I have now taken stay at home work, so will be here for always, any issue.”
I,” no, but you have more additional duties, from today onwards when you are at home you will take me and Madan on bike to my college and bring us home. This way we can concentrate on studies, I will not be involved in biker gangs. When you are not around I will ride, just promise me.”
Mom promised,” as your order master.”
We freshened , around 8 we sat at mom’s pilion. Mom was cool mom riding bullet in saree with two grown up in back. It was everyday routine. In house Madan was getting bored, so he started helping mom in kitchen, mom welcomed him. He also learnt classical dance from you tube wearing his nighty. I was comfortable at him, no one abused him as he was with me. But sometimes it was study that was disturbing him. When he studied cryptic info graphic he was crying as he could not understand one. Mom judged his emotion, in evening,” Madan if you have any issue with cryptic info graphic you can ask me, I can teach you.” Mom took his coaching, she was so lucid in her explanation it cleared fundamental of Madan. In exam he became university topper, despite hard work I failed. I cried, but Mom consoled me. She took us on her bike to ice cream parlor, movie. I was relaxed.
Mom,” Babu where are you good at.”
I,” I can paint well”. I showed mom my paint book. Mom,” ok, now you are getting admission to fine arts college, it is passion that is important.” I was admitted to fine arts college. Now my college timing and Madan’s college timing was different.
It was 1st day in my college, Mom got me admitted online, next day it was to meet principal. Mom wore her saree as usual, she opened our garage, she opened an almirah, from there she took tool kits. She rolled forward renegade commando olive colour, it was majestic.
Mom,” Babu can you help me assisting in servicing the bike.”
I,” sure mom.”
Mom sat beside the majestic bike. She took spanner adjusted the brakes, she opened air filter oil filter cleaned it, her saree pallu slipping even she tied it to her waist.
I,” why do not you wear shirt pant as most mechanic wear it.”
Mom,” I am an Indian woman, saree is my religion, I will never wear shirt and pant.” I,” ok, then remove saree handle it .”
Mom,” you are in front of me.”
I,” come on mom, I have seen you without saree in that fight, besides I am your son, if any odd think comes to my mind you can kill me else I will suicide. Have faith.”
Mom smiled,” yes I do. But for Indian woman saree is her life.” In between Madan also came. Madan,” may I help anything, friend.”
Mom,” sure, do you know anything about bike.”
Madan,” no. Even I do not know ride bicycle.”
Mom,” then its pity you can just watch, Babu pass me 12 D spanner.” I,” what is that mom.”
Mom,” oh my God, its Ok, I can service it.”
Madan,” why do not you wear saree adjusting it inside blouse, it will create no interference.” Mom,” good idea, you are truly genius, solved my problem.”
Mom turned back inserted saree inside one side of blouse tucking it in other side. Only her massive deep
naval was visible as her saree covered her most of stomachs. She showed her dexterity in changing engine oil, lubricating gear box clutches, adjusting fuel ratio, checked battery, changed oil filter. After finishing her hands were greasy.
Mom,” now I think you guys can help me, I am resigning from this task.”
Madan,” what help.” Mom showed us her palms, these grease will take time to go , why do not you guys wash this bike. But you guys need to change clothes, you have to use shampoo, 1st clean with dry cloth, then water, then shampoo, finally water.”
I,” but mom I have new brand clothes, they will be soiled.”
Madan went inside returned wearing his old salwar kamiz which he wears for house work and daily use. Mom,” Madan, you do not have extra daily use clothes, do not soil it. Leave it i will wash it outside.” Madan,” helping a friend is duty of friend, I will do it, can I borrow your old petticoat, blouse.”
Mom,” my blouse will not fit you.” Madan,” I think Kamala’s will fit.” Mom,” I think so.”
Mom asked Kamala to give Madan her daily use blouse and petticoat. Kamala gave , Madan returned wearing Kamala’s blouse and petticoat. His figure was very feminine, his budding breast size 32 B cup fitted perfectly , his bare midriff was sexy.
Mom,” you look beautiful than many girls Madan.”
Madan,” thank you Rekha.” Blushingly.
He went near to bike started de dusting.
I,” Mom give me your petticoat, I will join in cleaning. What is duty of a son who can not help mother
and always burdens on her. Please I request you.”
Mom gave me one of her petticoat, I tied it around my waist and remained topless. Me and Madan took
45 minutes to ensure bike is glittering like newly purchased. Of course we were tired , sweating profusely. Mom was satisfied of our work , she came near us and kissed on our foreheads,” I am proud of you boys,now I must treat you with delicious dinner, take a bathe and come to dining table, Madan from now on you do not have to wear your old salwar punjabi, you can wear new blouse petticoat saree of kamala. Just adjust it today, this weekend i will purchase new salwar kamiz for you.”
Madan agreed, after taking bath Mom prepared dinner, Madan studied, I was taking a short nap. After 1
hour Mom called us, Madan was wearing maroon colour saree with red blouse and petticoat.
Mom,” do not you feel odd in saree.”
Madan,” i have habit of wearing it of my mother or sister. It is comfortable.”
Mom,” then I will purchase for you too. Do not reject my wish, it is a friend’s gift.”
Morning Mom woke up , I too, all joined in prayer room. Mom is ardent devotee of Goddess Durga and
Saraswati symbol of strength and wisdom. She did our Aalti, while singing hymns of Goddess Durga
Mom did Tandaav dance for one hour, in one hour her saree was tied with a white cloth like belt around her waist. After dance she studied some sanskrit texts, both were symbollic rituals for strength and knowledge. After finishing mom took out a white sacred thread inside her blouse like Brahmins priests wear, she chanted some Mantra touched her eyes and touched to our eyes. I took her blessings.
Mom,” today is new starting of my son, may Goddess bless him in his new path.”
I,” Mom why did you dance.”
Mom,” it gives me strength physical, spiritual balance.” Saying she went to kitchen came with steel pan, with her bare arm she rolled the steel object, my eyes and jaws opened, hands trembling.
Mom,” this dance gives immense strength and control it with calmness in my mind.”
After breakfast Mom started Renegade Commando, I happily obliged behind her holding her stomach. Kick starting bike Mom moved slowly. The arts college was 10 km away from our home, it is away from city , placed in nature’s abode with scenic beauty on foothills of a mountain surrounded by forests. No public transport available except private arrangements. I was feeling cool bridge with anxiety about new college. In 10 minutes we reached at destination” SHARADA DEVI COLLEGE OF PAINTING”. It was a small college only 5 rooms. Mom parked her bike in parking spot, there was another Bajaj Avenger 220cc also too. May be staff or teacher, but college looked empty as time is 9 AM to 12 PM class time, it was only 8
AM. I have to be early for admission procedure. We went to principal’s room. It was decorated with nice
paintings.
A middle aged lady around 50 wearing black suit and tie , black shoes sitting majestically, in her hands she was having silver bracelets. She welcomed us offered us to sit. She rang a bell, a man having shoulder length hair, wearing pink tshirt and pink pyjama, his ears and nose were pierced, he was wearing 2 red bangles and golden chain with a small red bindi on forehead. Principal in soft tone requested him to bring water, some drawing sheets and colour pencils. He obliged. Principal told me to draw any two paintings on wall on drawing paper. I finished Rani Laxmibai in war and one girl looking at sunset . rani laxmibai picture was bad and girl was moderate.
Principal,” not bad for new bie, you are eligible for admission. Let me brief about institution, I am Devi, I
am not a painter , i have interest in it, after doing b.tech from iit mumbai in computer science I worked
as vice president in USA firm, after working for 20 years I returned India to follow my passion. We do not take any fees from student, we have very few students in 3 categories, moderate, good excellent. No time limit. Only 4 students per category we take admission. Currently strength is 12. Unfortunately India lacks awareness about arts. Boys normally do not prefer it as it does not provide adequate livelihood. No teachers available. So best students teach here, they act as mentor. I provide them some monthly stipends to teach others. You are only male in group of 12 students, the person who gave you water is our colleague Anuj. I think now you can go to any class as per wish, just see what is happening. No restriction, your hands are good only need to manage colour combination, your outlines are nearly perfect.”
Mom wished me all the best and left me, I was feeling nervous as all were girls, but their low number was key. May be I will dominate them, be their leader as all are girls. I sat in one class looking outside. Principal came with 10 girls introduced them to me, we had pleasant short conversation. Few in salwar, few in lehenga choli, rest in jeans t shirt. After that one more came in maroon saree, she was 5ft 11 inch tall more than me, fair, long hair, simple. Saree was old yet clean. Seeing her my heart started pumping, her each word were mesmerizing me. Only I could remember her name Manasi.
One girl named Anjana suggested to have a picnic as to welcome new joinee. It will break the ice, principal agreed as nature is 1st place of arts. Girls giggled. Me including 6 girls waited outside, now 6 bikes came to my surprise, 2 were royal enfield classic, one duke, one avenger, one bajaj pulsar and one bajaj vikrant. Manasi was riding KTM. She told me to sit on back hold her shoulder, other girls occupied position. Girls roared with bike and journey began. Picnic spot was 30 km inside jungle and small villages, it was pucca in village. In between girls changed their postion from pilion to driver. All girls knew bike riding, Manasi asked whether I know ride, I lied saying no.
Reached in a small village of 15 families. Parked bike in that village, it was a field within jungle near to river. Villagers had no issue , it was tribal village, women had gone to collect fruits fire wood along with children, some men were sleeping and some in agriculture field.
I,” so you girls are excellent, all know bike riding.”
Mom,” dress is not a matter, i know you are feeling guilty but lack of money made you to wear your sister and mom’s cloth. Its your characteristics that is importance not your appearance and strength.”
Mom was right. After 3 hour biking group reached, only 5 bikes reached, others may got flat tyre in jungle or lost path or fuel empty condition. They started again abusing, mom me confronted them, saying it was as per rule set by them too. They could not digest the defeat. They got more angry, the leader lost his control, with spiked knuckle he tried to punch me, i was struck as dumb, only few inches away from my eyes his knuckle stopped, it was mom who was holding his hand tightly , she was fuming in anger. She removed her saree , gave me and told me to run inside, she locked the door outside, she loosened her two front blouse buttons, loosened her hair. Came roaring to guys,” you tried to hurt my heart, pupil of my eye, my life, you will see wrath of mother a nature of woman you rarely see.” 9 guys surrounded her with stick , knife, knuckle, chain. All tried attack simultaneously. Mom sat suddenly on ground with a proper split. Split showed her muscular milky thighs. She grabbed feet of two men tossed them on air. Now she jumped on air giving a bicyle kick to a guy knocking him out. She hardened her arms her blouse torn apart, omg it was a massive 20 inch thick bicep with a tattoo of two scorpions surrounding a snake. She punched two guys quickly knocked them out. Her hair was on constant rotation obstructing view of attackers , she was rotating too fast , carrying a massive body at high speed rotation was amazing. No doubt the 7 guys knocked out in just 2 minute, the 2 guys fled the place leaving their bikes. Mom after knocking them out got cool, she drank some water, she cared for her attackers, she lifted them all and brought to verandah, where she poured water to them, fed them some
lemon water. After 20 minutes all woke with swollen eyes, face broken teeth. They were still fearing. The leader was trembling. Mom assured them she is no harm and advised them to carry on good works,
use bike to spread good messages to society, do not give up riding bike, encourage other females to ride bike like mother sister wife, empower them. Mother opened door, i came outside, gangs apologized me
, i also did same for my past action commenting on women. We hugged each other. The gang left
leaving one bike .
Madan was shocked seeing fight of mom, his eyes wide open,” you are truly amazing madam.” Mom marked her hands towards him,” it is rekha , or friend nothing else.”
I,” Mom are you my friend.” Mom,” ofcourse i am.”
I,” can I call you Rekha.”
Mom,” no, i like mom word only from you, no body has that right.”
I hugged Mom,” I love you mom, I am proud of you, i am sorry for my behavior.” Mom too cried, a strong body calm mind can cry for love I could understood.”
Mom asked saree to wear. Madan gave Mom white colour saree as his mom was widow wears only
white saree. Mom,” white is my favorite.”
Mom again whispered in my ear,” just keep your questions inside of your mind, when time comes I will tell.”
I smiled. It was evening, next day college will open in morning. So mom asked me and Madan will both go on bike as it will cut time and save Madan’s money. Madan said her sister will come soon, it is better to meet her. Mom said we will meet later as better to take rest before next day. Madan packed his bag, Mom was sitting on bullet 500 CC left by 2 fleeing gang members, she parked our KTM in Madan’s garden , left a note for his sister with key. Mom kick started the bull, she checked fuel level, tyres, break clause like an expert mechanic. I sat behind Mom holding her waist tightly, Madan hold my shoulder, Mom rode responisbly, this time no speed issue, so she wore her saree tied her hair as usual, but speed was around 60 km/hr. Both boys enjoyed a female riding bike. Inside jungle we asked mom to stop near spring, we spent quality time watching sunset, me and Madan splashed some water in each others face, giggling laughing playing in water, collected colourful stones. Mom indicated it is time to go. We sat happily on pillion, reaching destination my house around 10 pm. Kamala had prepared food for only 3. Mom went inside kitchen cooking tasty food. God knows Moms are never tired for their children. Mom herself arranged Madan’s room, Madan wore his nighty. Mom went to study , I went to sleep.
Next morning I woke up around 7 am. Mom was reading newspaper. I,” Mom, where is your office.”
Mom,” I have now taken stay at home work, so will be here for always, any issue.”
I,” no, but you have more additional duties, from today onwards when you are at home you will take me and Madan on bike to my college and bring us home. This way we can concentrate on studies, I will not be involved in biker gangs. When you are not around I will ride, just promise me.”
Mom promised,” as your order master.”
We freshened , around 8 we sat at mom’s pilion. Mom was cool mom riding bullet in saree with two grown up in back. It was everyday routine. In house Madan was getting bored, so he started helping mom in kitchen, mom welcomed him. He also learnt classical dance from you tube wearing his nighty. I was comfortable at him, no one abused him as he was with me. But sometimes it was study that was disturbing him. When he studied cryptic info graphic he was crying as he could not understand one. Mom judged his emotion, in evening,” Madan if you have any issue with cryptic info graphic you can ask me, I can teach you.” Mom took his coaching, she was so lucid in her explanation it cleared fundamental of Madan. In exam he became university topper, despite hard work I failed. I cried, but Mom consoled me. She took us on her bike to ice cream parlor, movie. I was relaxed.
Mom,” Babu where are you good at.”
I,” I can paint well”. I showed mom my paint book. Mom,” ok, now you are getting admission to fine arts college, it is passion that is important.” I was admitted to fine arts college. Now my college timing and Madan’s college timing was different.
It was 1st day in my college, Mom got me admitted online, next day it was to meet principal. Mom wore her saree as usual, she opened our garage, she opened an almirah, from there she took tool kits. She rolled forward renegade commando olive colour, it was majestic.
Mom,” Babu can you help me assisting in servicing the bike.”
I,” sure mom.”
Mom sat beside the majestic bike. She took spanner adjusted the brakes, she opened air filter oil filter cleaned it, her saree pallu slipping even she tied it to her waist.
I,” why do not you wear shirt pant as most mechanic wear it.”
Mom,” I am an Indian woman, saree is my religion, I will never wear shirt and pant.” I,” ok, then remove saree handle it .”
Mom,” you are in front of me.”
I,” come on mom, I have seen you without saree in that fight, besides I am your son, if any odd think comes to my mind you can kill me else I will suicide. Have faith.”
Mom smiled,” yes I do. But for Indian woman saree is her life.” In between Madan also came. Madan,” may I help anything, friend.”
Mom,” sure, do you know anything about bike.”
Madan,” no. Even I do not know ride bicycle.”
Mom,” then its pity you can just watch, Babu pass me 12 D spanner.” I,” what is that mom.”
Mom,” oh my God, its Ok, I can service it.”
Madan,” why do not you wear saree adjusting it inside blouse, it will create no interference.” Mom,” good idea, you are truly genius, solved my problem.”
Mom turned back inserted saree inside one side of blouse tucking it in other side. Only her massive deep
naval was visible as her saree covered her most of stomachs. She showed her dexterity in changing engine oil, lubricating gear box clutches, adjusting fuel ratio, checked battery, changed oil filter. After finishing her hands were greasy.
Mom,” now I think you guys can help me, I am resigning from this task.”
Madan,” what help.” Mom showed us her palms, these grease will take time to go , why do not you guys wash this bike. But you guys need to change clothes, you have to use shampoo, 1st clean with dry cloth, then water, then shampoo, finally water.”
I,” but mom I have new brand clothes, they will be soiled.”
Madan went inside returned wearing his old salwar kamiz which he wears for house work and daily use. Mom,” Madan, you do not have extra daily use clothes, do not soil it. Leave it i will wash it outside.” Madan,” helping a friend is duty of friend, I will do it, can I borrow your old petticoat, blouse.”
Mom,” my blouse will not fit you.” Madan,” I think Kamala’s will fit.” Mom,” I think so.”
Mom asked Kamala to give Madan her daily use blouse and petticoat. Kamala gave , Madan returned wearing Kamala’s blouse and petticoat. His figure was very feminine, his budding breast size 32 B cup fitted perfectly , his bare midriff was sexy.
Mom,” you look beautiful than many girls Madan.”
Madan,” thank you Rekha.” Blushingly.
He went near to bike started de dusting.
I,” Mom give me your petticoat, I will join in cleaning. What is duty of a son who can not help mother
and always burdens on her. Please I request you.”
Mom gave me one of her petticoat, I tied it around my waist and remained topless. Me and Madan took
45 minutes to ensure bike is glittering like newly purchased. Of course we were tired , sweating profusely. Mom was satisfied of our work , she came near us and kissed on our foreheads,” I am proud of you boys,now I must treat you with delicious dinner, take a bathe and come to dining table, Madan from now on you do not have to wear your old salwar punjabi, you can wear new blouse petticoat saree of kamala. Just adjust it today, this weekend i will purchase new salwar kamiz for you.”
Madan agreed, after taking bath Mom prepared dinner, Madan studied, I was taking a short nap. After 1
hour Mom called us, Madan was wearing maroon colour saree with red blouse and petticoat.
Mom,” do not you feel odd in saree.”
Madan,” i have habit of wearing it of my mother or sister. It is comfortable.”
Mom,” then I will purchase for you too. Do not reject my wish, it is a friend’s gift.”
Morning Mom woke up , I too, all joined in prayer room. Mom is ardent devotee of Goddess Durga and
Saraswati symbol of strength and wisdom. She did our Aalti, while singing hymns of Goddess Durga
Mom did Tandaav dance for one hour, in one hour her saree was tied with a white cloth like belt around her waist. After dance she studied some sanskrit texts, both were symbollic rituals for strength and knowledge. After finishing mom took out a white sacred thread inside her blouse like Brahmins priests wear, she chanted some Mantra touched her eyes and touched to our eyes. I took her blessings.
Mom,” today is new starting of my son, may Goddess bless him in his new path.”
I,” Mom why did you dance.”
Mom,” it gives me strength physical, spiritual balance.” Saying she went to kitchen came with steel pan, with her bare arm she rolled the steel object, my eyes and jaws opened, hands trembling.
Mom,” this dance gives immense strength and control it with calmness in my mind.”
After breakfast Mom started Renegade Commando, I happily obliged behind her holding her stomach. Kick starting bike Mom moved slowly. The arts college was 10 km away from our home, it is away from city , placed in nature’s abode with scenic beauty on foothills of a mountain surrounded by forests. No public transport available except private arrangements. I was feeling cool bridge with anxiety about new college. In 10 minutes we reached at destination” SHARADA DEVI COLLEGE OF PAINTING”. It was a small college only 5 rooms. Mom parked her bike in parking spot, there was another Bajaj Avenger 220cc also too. May be staff or teacher, but college looked empty as time is 9 AM to 12 PM class time, it was only 8
AM. I have to be early for admission procedure. We went to principal’s room. It was decorated with nice
paintings.
A middle aged lady around 50 wearing black suit and tie , black shoes sitting majestically, in her hands she was having silver bracelets. She welcomed us offered us to sit. She rang a bell, a man having shoulder length hair, wearing pink tshirt and pink pyjama, his ears and nose were pierced, he was wearing 2 red bangles and golden chain with a small red bindi on forehead. Principal in soft tone requested him to bring water, some drawing sheets and colour pencils. He obliged. Principal told me to draw any two paintings on wall on drawing paper. I finished Rani Laxmibai in war and one girl looking at sunset . rani laxmibai picture was bad and girl was moderate.
Principal,” not bad for new bie, you are eligible for admission. Let me brief about institution, I am Devi, I
am not a painter , i have interest in it, after doing b.tech from iit mumbai in computer science I worked
as vice president in USA firm, after working for 20 years I returned India to follow my passion. We do not take any fees from student, we have very few students in 3 categories, moderate, good excellent. No time limit. Only 4 students per category we take admission. Currently strength is 12. Unfortunately India lacks awareness about arts. Boys normally do not prefer it as it does not provide adequate livelihood. No teachers available. So best students teach here, they act as mentor. I provide them some monthly stipends to teach others. You are only male in group of 12 students, the person who gave you water is our colleague Anuj. I think now you can go to any class as per wish, just see what is happening. No restriction, your hands are good only need to manage colour combination, your outlines are nearly perfect.”
Mom wished me all the best and left me, I was feeling nervous as all were girls, but their low number was key. May be I will dominate them, be their leader as all are girls. I sat in one class looking outside. Principal came with 10 girls introduced them to me, we had pleasant short conversation. Few in salwar, few in lehenga choli, rest in jeans t shirt. After that one more came in maroon saree, she was 5ft 11 inch tall more than me, fair, long hair, simple. Saree was old yet clean. Seeing her my heart started pumping, her each word were mesmerizing me. Only I could remember her name Manasi.
One girl named Anjana suggested to have a picnic as to welcome new joinee. It will break the ice, principal agreed as nature is 1st place of arts. Girls giggled. Me including 6 girls waited outside, now 6 bikes came to my surprise, 2 were royal enfield classic, one duke, one avenger, one bajaj pulsar and one bajaj vikrant. Manasi was riding KTM. She told me to sit on back hold her shoulder, other girls occupied position. Girls roared with bike and journey began. Picnic spot was 30 km inside jungle and small villages, it was pucca in village. In between girls changed their postion from pilion to driver. All girls knew bike riding, Manasi asked whether I know ride, I lied saying no.
Reached in a small village of 15 families. Parked bike in that village, it was a field within jungle near to river. Villagers had no issue , it was tribal village, women had gone to collect fruits fire wood along with children, some men were sleeping and some in agriculture field.
I,” so you girls are excellent, all know bike riding.”
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