Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming – WOW – What a Ride! ~ Mark Frost
I duuno if this was destined to happen .. may be it was.
I was in a hurry and effortlessly driving through the traffic near Saidapet on my Yamaha RX 135.
One of my regular “poondhu poondhu” driving / dodging through the traffic with a nominal ( relative to me ) speed.
Couple of thoughts about some problems in my life was threading in my mind.
Suddenly there was a boy before of me in the road. He should be appx 13 years of age.
He was riding a bi-cycle and struggling to pedal it.
He was completely blocking the road and I was frustrated to slow down, blissfully, scolding him in my mind.
Just the time i was doing this, i saw two plastic pots filled with water in the carrier of the cycle. This what apparently made the boy to struggle pedaling the bi-cycle.
After having crossed the boy, i pulled over by the side of the road, having stuck by the moment of truth.
Here i am, riding my bike, frustrated for having to slow down my speed because of a boy, almost half my age, pedaling a cycle bigger than him with two heavy pots of water ( most likely for his family ).
I had realised again how lucky i am and reminded myself of what i should do for having been blessed with the it.
This is a touching experience, i will remember all my life.