Of Rules....

I went out on my dad's bike the other day. I returned home safely. It was the greatest achievement of my life till date; staying alive. 4 years of my dad's driving made it the hardest machine ever to be handled.

The thing I admire the most about it is its determination to live by its own rules. Yes, I am talking about the bike. It has its own rules.

Rule No.1

If you try to ride the bike below the speed of 20, the engine will switch off. It wouldn't go below 20. Doesn't matter if your holding the clutch or raising the accelerator. Slow down the bike for taking a turn; the engine will switch off. Slow down the bike near a speedbraker; the engine will switch off. Imagine riding that bike in full city traffic when the traffic is moving at snail's pace. You've just imagined hell.

Rule No. 2

If you try to ride the bike above the speed of 60, it wouldn't go. I raised the speed of the bike to 59 kmph and then when I raised it a bit, it roared back at me and continued travelling at the same pace. It just loves obeying the traffic rules!

Rule No. 3

The thing will remind the driver of its worth by constantly producing a noise from the rear part. Every time you go over a speedbreaker, all the parts at the back of the bike including the rearlight, indicators, the side plastic covering under the seat etc. will vibrate violently as if informing you about how lucky you are to be riding such a coveted vehicle.

My dad took the thing to a service center the other day. The guy at the service center informed us that making all repairs to the bike would cost around 10000 Rs. Selling the bike would produce about 10000 Rs. Considering that we bought the bike at 60000, those are great returns indeed!

Some Creativity

This is a blog I wrote for a blog writing competition held in my college a few months back. The topic was"the spice in chats"

A conversation:

Swetha: Hi

Me: Hello

Swetha: What are you doing?

Me: Thinking.

Swetha: About what?

Me: There is this event I am participating in where I have to write a blog.

Swetha: About what?

Me: The topic is “the spice in chat”.

Swetha: Hmm.. do you like chat?

Me: I love to chat.

Swetha: Not chat. You love to rattle on and on about insignificant things and annoy the hell out of me.

Me: Of course, I love that too.

Swetha: What’s the deal about this event anyway?

Me: It’s being conducted by CRAC.

Swetha: What’s big about them?

Me: The chicks are hot.

Swetha: I am jealous.

Me: Don’t be.

Swetha: Do you have any ideas?

Me: None as of now.. give me a few.

Swetha: You are the BITsian. You are supposed to be smart.

Me: I am never smart enough around you. Maybe I can have you if I try hard enough.

Swetha: Stop imagining things. Why don’t you do something real for a change?

Me: What is “real”? How do you define “real”? If you’re talking about what you can feel,

what you can smell, taste and see, then “real” is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.

Swetha: A dialogue from “The Matrix” huh.. can’t you think of anything original? No wonder you are not able to come up with ideas.

Me: Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t I post this conversation as a blog for the competition.

Swetha: That’s a good idea.

Me: But I guess it would be rather unfair to others.

Swetha: How so?

Me: I’m taking your help in this. It’s supposed to be a solo competition.

Swetha: It is not unfair. This is your idea. Besides, I do not exist. I am just a part of your subconsciousness.

Me: Part of my subconsciousness huh.. can I strip you?

Swetha: Shut up pervert.

Me: Hahaha.. this is weird. I am imagining things. Maybe it’s just plain paranoia.

Swetha: You are not paranoid. Just stupid. There is nothing crazy in imagining things.

Me: Yeah.. But why would I imagine you as a girl?

Swetha: I don’t know.. Maybe this is what 4 years of BITSian life does to a guy.

Me: You’re right. I have crossed my word limit. I should probably stop. Will talk to you later.. Bye

Swetha: Yeah. Take care. Bye.