The Master and his Mistress
Yesterday was a sad day for me and my friend....I wonder what it is about Fridays that create a feeling of worry or a feeling of emptiness inside me. My friend is getting a new bike and that too an Enfield...He's happy and i am too for him.Its something he wished to own for some time now...but for that he had to sell his Yamaha Rx100.Ah that name brings sweet memories...Memories which i will cherish and remember for the rest of my time here on God's Green Earth.She has annoyed us a lot of times,breaking down in traffic,disturbing the citizens by letting of a thunderous roar which shook even the mighty Heaven,exhaling a blast of smoke into the sky every time it started.She was a brilliant,beautiful gal.Never once did she give up on us when we really needed her...Sure she threw tantrums..a lot of them but that doesn't even compare to the love and affection she had shown us.All those nights when we couldn't get sleep she used to take us to this place where boredom or numbness never existed,we would become one with the darkness surrounding us as lights go flashing by creating an art form in itself,a place where peace and tranquility prevailed,where our thoughts and dreams no longer worked our brain to overkill....A place called Hookah House here in Pune,a haven for the creatures of the night.....Those days or should i say nights were fun.During times of depression and grief she was the only reprieve for us.. 
Ah those were the days.....She would konk off in the middle of the street and me and my friend used to push her all the way home...sometimes the distance being 6 or 7 kilometers...Those grueling nights of pain and soreness in our legs deferring us from our 'normal day to day activities' for the next day.I still remember all those days of swearing and abusing her when she humiliated us in public by refusing to start or move..Heh hee..A true girl she was,in need of constant pampering and affection.She demanded RESPECT and this did invoke in us a feeling of euphoria and obeisance.Although a true rebel she never got us into any harm,not even one single accident,not one scratch as if we were traveling on God's own vehicle.
I possess a gift...whenever she threw a tantrum and refused to start i would just kickstart it once and it would start...heh hee it listened to me more than to anyone else.My friends used to joke that she would have been my bike in my former life....who knows?Maybe it's true...We both had a connection.I used to feel safe sitting on her than on anyone else's bike.Mutual respect and trust fuelled our relationship.
Her owner my best friend Ajinkya shared somewhat of a 'Love-Hate' relationship with her although i think he loved her more than he admitted.Their bond was strong and powerful.She stuck to him through thick and thin and never let go.Sure he lost hope in her at times but deep down inside i know he loved her more than anything.It's strange the bond between man and machine,a wonderful symbiotic relationship filled with love,hate,anger,mystery and passion much like real life relationships.She took him places literally....Heh hee and he took care of her and loved her like a soul mate.She was there whenever he wanted her to.More reliable and loving than any girlfriend....
Yesterday was indeed sad as it was the day we had to say goodbye to her.Someone wanted to buy her and Ajinkya had to hand over her papers to them.I went to see her for one last time,a moment to share,to cherish for the rest of my life.I could have sworn an invisible tear popped out my eye when i saw her there on the stand looking beautiful as ever.I wish and hope that her new master will take care of her as much as my dear friend Ajinkya did.I dont think Ajinkya will ever get a bike like her nor do i think will she get a master like him.....
We'll always remember you girl,in our mind and in our hearts...
Thank you for all the memories ................................
