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
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...