what is more difficult than cycling to office....??

So, it has finally happened.....



The journey of life is supposed to teach us all many lessons along the way....and I learnt some of mine too...today, this morning infact!



1. An open mouth gathers lot of insects

2. A Downhill is not always bad and an uphill is not always good (read in the context of ups and downs of life)

3. When there is a downhill....there comes an uphill which takes away the fun of the downhill.(refer to point no.2)

4. Hard Seats can cause Impotency....(like they say...no flute...no music!, and before you folks ask, I have taken appropriate measures to protect myself)





So, here is how the journey unfolded...



0745 hrs Start from Raghuram Residency, Gokula, Mathikere

0800 hrs Mekhri Circle

0805 hrs TV Tower

0815 hrs Cantonment

0825 hrs Garuda Mall

o835 hrs NGV Koramangala

0845 hrs Ness Towers, Koramangala



And here are some interesting facts....



1. I take about an hour to hour and 15 minutes every day to reach office by car. I reached in exactly one hour by cycle.

2. In the car, the journey involves more of stopping at signals than actually travelling

3. Lot of road rage when you are in the car.

4. Cycle grants you immunity to traffic jams and traffic in general.

5. Police cannot fine you for jumping signals, riding on the footpath, or any such thing (especially relevant to me).

6. More people give you a second look than when you are in a car (relevant coz when i bought a new car, my friend Sharad said..."so Arvind, isnt it a better way to

wait in the traffic signals/jams)







Yes, I cycled to office, and I enjoyed every bit of it...the aches and pains in the first 5 to 6 kms to the loosening up of the muscles and the feeling that

I have always been cycling....





I cycled 18kms today, something that i did after about 14 years....those were the days when i used to cycle from Malleshwaram to Brigade road (about 12 to

13kms) almost everyday and some of the days were doubles....Those were the days when gears were a luxury and out of reach for most of us. But yet we used to

cycle like crazy.



I used to have a Hercules MTB.I remember the sad day when the cycle got stolen from the NIIT parking. My friend Ritesh came and told me that neither his

cycle nor mine was at the parking where it should have been.So we go to the malleshwaram police station to lodge a complaint about our stolen cycles. We are

led down this flight of stairs to a dingy room which looks like a dungeon and there plonked on a chair behind a large table in the typical Kannada movie "bad

cop" style. We are already scared by then and we were being treated like we were the criminals and not the ones who cam to complain about our cycles. Anyway,

we wait for a while and then granted audience with the Inspector, to whom we start narrating the story of how our cycles disappeared from the NIIT parking.

He listens and somewhere in between says ok ok you go now we will search for the cycles and if found will let you know. We are confused, so we ask him very

timidly though, that how will they find our cycles when they have not taken the details of the make, the color or any such thing. That, was when he turned into

the true "bad cop" of kannada movies and launched into this tirade of how they are the cops and not us and how dare we question their know-how or experience

in solving such cases and we were unceremoniously shooed out of there (we were glad to go as well, thankful that we werent jailed for losing our cycles!!).



It is another story that its been almost 13 years now and neither I nor my friend has ever seen our cycles again...maybe the cops solved the case, found the cycles but couldnt find us, so gifted the cycles to somebody (read their kids).Who knows..



This morning, dressed in a t-shrit and shorts, I cycled to office with a change of clothes in my bag. When I reached near office, for some strange reason I felt odd walking into the office in shorts. So any guesses as to what I did? Well, I see this swaraj mazda parked near office with the driver inside. So I request him if I can just enter the vehicle as I have to wear my pants and he thankfully obliged. So I enter the vehicle pull my jeans over my shorts and then go to office. Once in office I do a proper change of clothes which I am sure no wants details of so I shall let it pass.



At the end (which is actually the beginning of many such journeys) there was one more and the most important lesson of all that I learnt while cycling to office this morning...



whats more difficult than cycling to office..CYCLING BACK HOME FROM OFFICE!!!!