the pillion rider...

                                               

No, I wont sit on bike with him for sure, "he doesnt drives he flies" said a male friend of mine.


Par kisi ek ko to baithna hi padega , waise bhi ek hi helmet hai and agar bandi baithegi to shayad thulla bhi nahi rokega.


hello, so do you think I am going to  take this kind of risk , waise bhi jab gaadi  hain to main hi kyu bike pe , nahi main to nahi , added another girl pal.

 Soon rest of them  had made themselves comfortable inside the car , the left over places were filled by the above two of them discussing that neither of them is gonna be grilled on the road thunder aka the bike  tooo.

phew!! the whole issue was that  we friends had planned for a movie, bunking second half of lectures and situation arose such dat we were a bunch of 7 wid a bike and a car at disposal and also a SINGLE HELMET.

So, at the end it was me who accepted to be the pillion rider ...yeah coz I was still inside the college for some work(i was struck with study matter , must have been busy in conversation with a cute senior), by the time I came out ,  could hear a never ending debate on who's gonna be the pillion rider , now too excited fr the movie.. i volunteered for the same...

So, started the ride..and poor me was thinking what a big deal is it?? itna nautanki kyu karte hain ye log bike pe hi to baithna hain but all the assumptions where soon crushed under the increasing pace of the speedometer...
saari hawa nikal gayi..nopes not of the bike tyres bt mine.

The first increased acceleartion told me why none of them was willing to be the pillion rider wid him .. but within minutes could feel that despite the fear I was enjoying it , the more were we swaying between cars (as if someone was playing video biking game or GTA) more I was liking it,the breeze of the air , the swooshing sound of the bike,  wasnt making me uncomfortable , instead the Adrenaline Rush flowing inside me made me aware that "m loving it"... and then comforting the bike driving pal i said "dude don't worry m liking it"  carry on and probably that was the time when the bike rider came in more form and displayed his true driving skills too.

What happened next is more interesting--No,No, we werent charged for high speeding or the redlight jumping , instead we reached the cineplex well before time and folks in car were struck in a heavy traffic jam.

Thus, started an interesting conversation of how great  the bike ride was and how passionately the biker friend drives , soon graduating to the topic of food(which was again a common interest) to enless chatter session which were absolutely nonsensical  and the resultant it was finalised that I am gonna be the preferable pillion rider for all next outings required by the crazy lot ..

Non sensesical talks waiting for the car wallah bunch to arrive made way for friendship that is endurable for ages.

Small Small hidden placed to eat were searched, unbeatable soda makers were tried,discussion on the latest novels published, reluctant  lovable shopping drives all were done being the pillion rider to the thunder bolt. Also matched, were the jabberwocky talks that we indulged in and could only be understood by similar headed fools and  soon the bikerider was  crowned as the PJ king and was also said that only I could understand what he talked and if I started yapping up he would be the only one to gimme a full stop.

A decade has passed , the thunderbolt doesn't drives the bike anymore and even  I have not met a biker like him,gibberish  is now limited to chatting on fb,whats app or limited get togthers we have.. but the strong bond of friendship still stays and would continue to...

I am so glad that I chose to be the pillion rider!!!

                          Help me ward off the strange feeling!!!

Feeling of emptiness is something that cant be described...infact is it a state of not knowing what has happend to self  ?? or should it be attributed to PMS...

Probably every time or other I am in this juxtapose of not understanding self that i try to blame it on something or the other and still not knowing how the curb the same, I then start to look out for various soothers  and automatically mind runs for relishing my taste buds,because I console myself thinking that hunger pangs have caused such an empty feeling ( see dats how sentimentally cancerians are attached to food)

so starts the  search of a perfect mood lifter, the obvious first choice comes to chocolates

 which other wise doesnot gets the warmth my tastebuds, are tried first (preferably Fruits n Nuts, but at such a stage even something like Ferrero Rocher work ,which in a normal circumstance I abhor to eat) -mind you its only a small piece which is taken ( m calorie conscious see) n a bite would neways be fine to uplift d mood .

Then comes the realisation that at such a lost state, having a single  bite wont suffice..

and this is what i understand (when i hav already had 2 3 such bites)....AND now feeling dat its important to be normal at mind n heart first instead of counting the calories, i sacrifice my efforts of my workout to a complete bar of fruits and nuts relished along with jeffery archer ;-) and voila it does helps and also its  way better  and cheaper then retail therapy

Another contender, which I use to woo away the emptiness is my tea n rusk combination ,m a tea freak, can have it  24*7 so if nothing works then tea does, sumptuous is having tea with rusk(with a small hint of saunf).

During my office days in order to break free the unnecessary stress that was put over my already in pain cervical burdened shoulders ,I used to head straight asap to coco berry .. N oh the  first bite of the  berry blast yogurt with rasberry exotic  topping made me feel ... that the damn sales stress is not worth spending my energy when I  can use the same stamina to come to cocoberry n have it ...

....Reorganise :strange but true.  sometimes I feel that if clean my room, re-organise clothes , cosmetics, shoes, accessories etc , I feel that clutter / stress occupying my mind wud also get reduced n things would get more clear. Haven't checked d sucess rate of organising with stress but it for sometime diverts my energy into thinking about more creative ideas to organise , n phew!! i then accept the extent of my clumsiness and Thank God,  then wantingly or unwantingly re-organise my stuff..

Now when I have tried all the above and still the irritation is not ready to say a good bye then retail therapy does scores over all the things if time n budget permits ....

Why not indulge my brain into something which will soak all my attention and crankiness.First window shopping is tried to see if that helps but if my crankiness is stubborn as I am , then Moolah has to be spent over the real shopping...   Immediately in my mind an updated list of what all to buy emerges and then the long search for a perfect haul starts... d texture of the clothes, the cuts, the shape... d colorful bags around ...and the oh how can you ignore me looks  of the stilletoes , ballerinas, wedges  etc etc make me feel that yes this is the true calling , the inner contentment is thus achieved .. I wont say Nirvana because despite shopping enough there is another fresh list of stuff already made to be shopped again...

One the way back along with the heavy weight of all the stuff shopped, I still feel lighter .I know I know I was the one who said chocolates are better then retail therapy but dont forget shopping is cheaper and better then going to a professional to sought help fighting my mental anguishes ..

 The mean shopping hungry girl wins again!! ;-)