I bought a bike for 1.13 Lacs. I had the money to spare so I spent it. To hell with it. So dont look at me with those ugly disdainful eyes of yours as if you know what to do with your money.
The bike has amazing specs and is a fabulous looker. Six speed transmission, a liquid cooled engine and a body derived from Yamaha R1 ......well for all of you uninformed peasants..it is a better bike than the current production bikes of less than 200cc displacement.
The day I got the bike delivered, I was asked about 5-6 times about the bike by a no. of people.
Whenever I am stuck in traffic astride my bike, people on other bikes pull up near me and ask me about the specifications.
I have even had Tempo walas, paan walas, junkies, policemen, traffic policemen, my company's security guys ask me about the bike. I have answered all of them with sometimes patience and sometimes with a look of pure glee.
I mean one can only explain something and enjoy it if one thinks that the listener can actually make out what one is saying. I am sure you understand me ....!! If not... go bury your head in sand...you are not eligible to read my post. Stop now.
However, soon it started getting on my nerves whenever a zero IQ bummer would proudly comment on how much average his bike offers..!! I mean ..come on..!! If my bike looks like a premium bike, then I give it the right to guzzle on gas akin to a premium bike...If I can pay 1.13L for a bike I can very well afford the petrol.
Now coming to the reason as to why I am writing this post.
Flashy jeans. Three undone buttons on the shirt. Leather (I doubt) boots..!! and with a lot of bling bling stood a guy near the entrance of my building. He must have seen me enter like.....Rossi...(I would like to think ..!!).
NO eye contact. So I did not pay any attention to him.
"Whats the procedure of this bike?"
And I was like "wha?????". It is one of those Qs which take you by surprise. The sheer stupidity of the Q makes you think twice to find any hidden meaning or slang to which you were hitherto an alien to.
"Whats the procedure of the bike?" He repeated. This time directly looking at me. Thank God. I was atleast visible amidst all that bling bling.
This time I said, "I am sorry ?"
And with an air which exuded his supremacy over little nothings like me, he shrugged, "What is in the bike?"
Another poser. All those who know me a bit, know that I am very cynical about such abhorrent stupidity.
So instead I just launched into telling him the general specifications until I reached the Mileage.
I said"35 KmpL". Ohh, believe me 35 is decent.
The answer was"The rest is good (as if he appreciated the Liquid cooled engine, the Superbike chassis...)....but for the mileage , I would have bought the bike"
That did it. Something just snapped. And out came a cliche, "You know what, you are not worth that bike. Go get your self that 109KmpL bike. That should satisfy your cheap biking sense"
I said it with a bit of force but it was successful in changing his demeanour. He just shut up and looked elsewhere. Our sentry, who until now was a mute audience, winked at me.
And I went home. Content.
Yes. I do find my pleasures in small things as these. I am sure you understand me ....!! If not... go bury your head in sand...you are not eligible to read my post. Stop now.
P.S.: This post is dedicated to a) One who initiated me into blogging and wants me to write more without writing anymore herself b) My Rock at office. [Someday I will give you a ride...someday :) ]
