“According to the Met department it’s going to rain all over the country after Friday” a bizarre tone squeaked in my ears when newscaster announced this sinister news. Apparently these words would seem harmless to many and some would perceive me as a defiant creature of God but not after you look it with a biker’s perspective. “It wouldn’t rain on Saturday” said I with a mystical gesture but with bitter tone “neither on Sunday, but on Monday and between 7-8 am for sure”.
So on Monday when I woke up I heard the squall of rain, I wasn’t surprised a bit as it was perfectly corroborating with my conjecture rather it filled my heart with the mysticism and confidence about my foresight. I thought about giving lectures on mysticism or becoming a Sufi with hundreds of followers around me. Mere thought of it gave me shivers of joy but then I try to focus on the task at hand of getting to the college without being the victim of nature. I rose from the bed after figuring out the whole plan of reaching the destination sound and safe. Here phrase ‘sound and safe’ connotes 80% dry mass of Homo sapiens’ body. Reason of me being so resolute was that substantial evidence suggested in this morning that nature was with me and I was looking forward to a career out of it already. So I mustered up my courage and packed myself with as many clothes as I could. If I am not mistaken there would be seven or eight layers of clothes on my body. When I went out to my motorbike a thunder after lightening ‘whispered’ out loud that “Nature has sent compliments for you
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” for which I deliriously murmured thanks to her. Before riding on the bike, I tested arena by going on land without roof. I can’t say for sure but it did bewilder me and I couldn’t understand the reason for this harsh treatment and I named it as ‘error of judgment’ .I kicked my bike till it started. I went out on my bike with normal speed and I had to slow it down as a burst of water drops blurred my vision by charging on my glasses and a layer of pain went through my nose cartilage as it experienced the cold out there. Nature had already hit my exposed spots I thought. As wind blew two separated flaps of my waterproof under waist began to flutter in excitement. It exposed my thighs too, as I was willing to lose my fibulas and had calculated in 20% damage, but wind, an unforeseen force in my battle with nature, changed everything .I endeavored to keep waterproof on my thighs while driving and ended up in showing some extremely retarded somersaults to the audience at road. I resisted for some time but after reckoning my inappropriate posture I gave up my femurs too.
I hadn’t abandoned hope yet when I felt something cold around my cervical area and in a matter of seconds I fathomed out that water had found a path under my helmet, at the very moment I criticized the anatomy of Homo sapiens and became skeptical about the theory of evolution. When I assessed the damage afterwards, my damage report said “two fibulas, two femurs, feet, partially cervical area, an unprecedented insight about wrongdoings of nature and four layers of clothes”. I, quite honestly but hesitantly, pronounced my defeat against nature.
There comes a point in rain where you think now you can’t be hurt by blatant acts of nature, this again is a guerilla war tactic of the nature, in real it’s an ambuscade by nature to roll you in dirt and mud as it happened with me : As I said when I thought no more harm could be done to me an idea came to my mind why not enjoy the rain as a normal person would do, so I tried to seek pleasure from the idea of driving a bike in such rain. I was so absorbed in my thoughts I didn’t notice that speed of my bike had increased .As I reached nearer to the leading bike I discovered that it didn’t have mud guard a stream of diluted mud deprived me off the remaining glory. After which I sang an assorted collection of ‘foul words’ in honor of nature and I sang it twice to make sure nothing was missing. The mud had drawn an inexplicable symbol on me from which I deducted that nature is an enthusiast of some secret society as it was not of any religion for that I am sure. It was like some murderer who would leave some unique symbol with corpse.
Of all the other things one thing which nature taught me was power of context. It was really a powerful lesson. As I have mentioned when I was saving my femurs I saw a biker in front of me, who instead of wearing his waterproof like a jacket, wore it like an apron around his waist it would be funny for the people without the context, but I appreciated his shrewdness as he had affectively saved his legs and it would have 1-0 against nature hadn’t his calculation gone wrong as one jacket was not enough to save him from the water.
So on Monday when I woke up I heard the squall of rain, I wasn’t surprised a bit as it was perfectly corroborating with my conjecture rather it filled my heart with the mysticism and confidence about my foresight. I thought about giving lectures on mysticism or becoming a Sufi with hundreds of followers around me. Mere thought of it gave me shivers of joy but then I try to focus on the task at hand of getting to the college without being the victim of nature. I rose from the bed after figuring out the whole plan of reaching the destination sound and safe. Here phrase ‘sound and safe’ connotes 80% dry mass of Homo sapiens’ body. Reason of me being so resolute was that substantial evidence suggested in this morning that nature was with me and I was looking forward to a career out of it already. So I mustered up my courage and packed myself with as many clothes as I could. If I am not mistaken there would be seven or eight layers of clothes on my body. When I went out to my motorbike a thunder after lightening ‘whispered’ out loud that “Nature has sent compliments for you
I hadn’t abandoned hope yet when I felt something cold around my cervical area and in a matter of seconds I fathomed out that water had found a path under my helmet, at the very moment I criticized the anatomy of Homo sapiens and became skeptical about the theory of evolution. When I assessed the damage afterwards, my damage report said “two fibulas, two femurs, feet, partially cervical area, an unprecedented insight about wrongdoings of nature and four layers of clothes”. I, quite honestly but hesitantly, pronounced my defeat against nature.
There comes a point in rain where you think now you can’t be hurt by blatant acts of nature, this again is a guerilla war tactic of the nature, in real it’s an ambuscade by nature to roll you in dirt and mud as it happened with me : As I said when I thought no more harm could be done to me an idea came to my mind why not enjoy the rain as a normal person would do, so I tried to seek pleasure from the idea of driving a bike in such rain. I was so absorbed in my thoughts I didn’t notice that speed of my bike had increased .As I reached nearer to the leading bike I discovered that it didn’t have mud guard a stream of diluted mud deprived me off the remaining glory. After which I sang an assorted collection of ‘foul words’ in honor of nature and I sang it twice to make sure nothing was missing. The mud had drawn an inexplicable symbol on me from which I deducted that nature is an enthusiast of some secret society as it was not of any religion for that I am sure. It was like some murderer who would leave some unique symbol with corpse.
Of all the other things one thing which nature taught me was power of context. It was really a powerful lesson. As I have mentioned when I was saving my femurs I saw a biker in front of me, who instead of wearing his waterproof like a jacket, wore it like an apron around his waist it would be funny for the people without the context, but I appreciated his shrewdness as he had affectively saved his legs and it would have 1-0 against nature hadn’t his calculation gone wrong as one jacket was not enough to save him from the water.
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