Well, this night as I cough my sore throat out I cannot stop myself from thinking, what has life come to! After I had visited Ooty a month back, I haven’t been able to clear off my head. That is one place I started strong and finished weak. So weak that even walking was a big task. My mother saddened by the sight had to come to my rescue after my days in Nilgiris and it took her months to revive me to a better condition. I was like a 2004 Golf gti except from the fact that his mother thinks she is in Germany, but she is not. She might as well be reading this post… or does he have a mother? Was he thrown out of the sky because too many iconic cars were crowding up there? Too many questions, and no answers. So moving on…
The Nilgiris was no less of a struggle, as compared to these days but sometimes, just sometimes I wish I would have loved those hills a bit more than this. One of the reason was that beautiful blue jean jacket that I owned and I still have it intact at my parent’s place and another thing was those biblically mesmerizing and ever enchanting Yamaha RX-100.
My very first room-mate of those days, was an interesting chap. He was a guy who was much different that the other people around, a very innocent guy who didn’t know the meaning of the word cheat or getting cheated. I always feel that a person must be utterly heartless to cheat someone as naive as him.
We are deviating from the point here…
So the point is that, he was from Delhi and obviously we used to live in Ooty. That vacation he went to Delhi and one of my class-mate from other room was asking him if he could get a blue jean jacket for him from Delhi. I usually wouldn’t have money for shopping jean jackets or dresses as such, living on a tight budget but I loved the idea of blue jean jacket somehow. Later when he returned back to the room, I asked him for one as well.
Later that month, he bought me and the other guy a jean jacket. This particular other guy chose the hideous one of the two and I got the one I liked. My usual dressing now revolved around this blue jean jacket. I would put it over and fold my hand cuffs of the shirt underneath with the jean jacket to show the color of shirt I was wearing, collar of the shirt above the collar of the jacket, my shirt not tucked in, wearing a dark jean pant and a rough woodlands shoe. The perfect attire for me. If you ask any girl in my institution, they would most probably testify how ‘moronic’ I looked and after that they with take a brick and beat themselves on their heads for even thinking about me. But then, I didn’t care much. That was my way of going and pretty much sums up why I was single all those years.
The Nilgiris being mountainous terrain, the normal bikes would huff and puff to climb those steep hills. That’s why we students then had the iconic Yamaha RX-100’s at our disposal. This 2 stroke monster was such a rage then that youngster’s would buy this bike and probably all of the youngsters rode on a Yamaha RX. Even recreating it’s sound with my bassless pathetic vocal chord now would impart instant relief from depression.
Many of my classmates owned this motorbike called RX-100. It would be rare to get a ride of this motorbike, as the owners would be cautious. Everyone wanted to ride the bike, so they probably say no to everyone. One of the RX owner was a pretty good friend of mine. He had a properly maintained RX-100, a blue one.
On a good lucky day, I would get a ride of this motorbike. It would be rare but I have driven it quite a few times. Today I can just sit here and just think of the days when I would wear that dark blue jacket and ride the RX; the motorbike powering through those steep hills with amazing ease and leaving behind an irritating noise for the people passing by…. Oh what fun!
I wish I were able to put my blue jean jacket again this night and start that RX-100 and go for a longish journey to an unknown destination.
This night, with the sore throat I cannot munch on an ice-cream because no general stores or supermarkets nearby will be open at 2:12 am in the morning, which I feel like doing now. I also cannot ride the RX-1oo because I don’t own one and I am unsure of the fact if I will ever own one.
On that sad bombshell, Good night!