The world is an expensive place

Cycling has always been my passion ever since I learnt how to balance myself on 2 wheels. The feel of air brushing my hair and face has always given me an adrenaline rush.

Though I started cycling when I was quite young, serious cycling began only when I was in class 12. That was the time when I was doing approx 16 kms daily. Pointless to say that I loved cycling for so long very much and in turn it kept me quite healthy and fit.

But since then my life has changed a lot and cycling had since then become something of yesteryears.

It was only after a friend suggested a few days back that it would be a good idea to get a cycle to have some physical activity (which for software engineers have become quite a rare commodity) that I realised that it was also a good time for me to relive my passions and ofcourse reduce some of the flab that has gathered somewhere in the centre of my body. So along with my friend, we planned to get a cycle within the next 2 3 days.

I was always of the notion that cycling as a hobby would be cheap. I mean how much can a cycle cost you? Maybe 5 to 6 k. At least that was what we were thinking till the time we entered the first shop to get the cycle. After visits to atleast 5 to 6 cycle shops throughout the city we had come to know one thing. The world indeed is an expensive place now and no way cycling is a cheap hobby.

I was shocked to see a cycle for 2.2 lakhs (INR). I mean, wouldn't buying a bike be a cheaper option. But the fact remains that demand is the mother of supply. I am pretty sure the companies are producing all these high end cycles because some place some where some one is buying them. I wonder if for these people, cycling is just a passion/hobby. As far as I am concerned I assume salary ought to conform with the laws of supply and demand and for me my salary in no way was conforming to these laws.

Anyways I guess till the time I find a cycle that suits my wallet, I just need to keep my passions and tummy just to myself.

Trip to Kolkata

Seriously it has been a long time since I have penned down any of my experience in the last few months. Not that I didn’t feel like writing, but my busy schedule didn’t allow me to write anything worth reading and more so worth writing.
While flying from Bangalore had a lot of things in mind, specially the thought of meeting a girl who was a prospective bride for me. A girl whom I have never seen my entire life, a girl whose name even I didn’t knew (in fact I came to know about her name only after meeting her…. So much for arranged marriage… hehe!!). For me it was an experience worth remembering all my life. The nervousness of meeting her family and specially her is something that brings an embarrassed smile to my face even today. For me I guess now I can understand the way girls would feel when so many people from groom’s family test her some basic questions being – ‘maa tomar naam ki (what’s your name dear)?; ‘tumi ki ki ranna korte paaro (what all can you cook)’? and the winner of course is ‘Tumi gaan korte paaro (Do you know how to sing)?’, as if everybody needs a Lata Mangeshkar in their house. Hehe!! I had sweat all over my face answering just one of the question asked by her family.
Anyways all that is history now. I am not sure what uparwaala has in store for me (specially about how far that girl’s and my future is concerned), but I sure wish her all the best. Now don’t take me wrong, I am not an emotional fool who is saying all the best just to take an emotional wave of sympathy from all you werewolves. I am saying all the best because she had her university exam the next day. Hehe!! Ya Ya.. I know definitely nice timing to meet up a girl.
As for me, I didn’t get much time to interact with the girl, but for whatever limited time, I got to know her, thought she was quite nice and friendly. Maybe in the coming days if I get the opportunity, I might get in touch with her.
That’s pretty much all about her.
This time had the opportunity to meet up with some old friends and family friends. Was in quite a shock as to how much things have changed and am pretty pleased with the way everything has turned out.
Met up with a friend, almost the one you can call a chaddi waala saathi. And ya forgot to mention, that I saw him in his own marriage.
Seriously, sometimes I do feel if we really have grown up so much.
Apart from all these nostalgic meetings with friends and family, had one day to visit Gangasagar. Was quite an uneventful trip but was quite satisfying.
Oops!! Time to go.. Soup being serviced now in Rajdhani Express. But before signing off, promise you all that I would be a bit more frequent in posting my blogs.

Cyaö!!