All right I’ll be honest on this
one. I called dad to confirm what time I should go and fetch “Munchkin” from
the dealership. His voice tells me that he is too engaged with his office
routines and doesn’t want to be disturbed. But that wasn’t my concern. All I wanted
to know that how soon he could handle me the standing amount I need to pay to
the pesky sales in-charge who was calling me almost every day since the Bullet
arrived. Dad wasn’t convinced enough and told me to wait another day or two to
get the delivery.
“I couldn’t handle anymore”, I said
to myself and disconnected the call.
“Fuck then, fuck everything else.
I don’t want it. Screw you. Screw it. Screw that. If you didn’t want me to get
it why didn’t you let me know earlier”, I went around the house shouting and
yelling like a maniac on a loose. I thumped back into my room and shut the door
tight.
Mom was screaming that I should
behave maturely and swear to spank my ass once I opened the door. My uncle on
the other hand tried to convince me and was calling for me to open the door. My
aunty was trying her clowning techniques from the gallery that faced the window
of my room to make me laugh and to cheer me up. But none of that or anything else
seems to work. Yeah I was acting stupid. But god damn, I was emotional. I felt
my heart crushed. I had waited 2 months to get my Bullet, made calls to the
Regional office, fought with the local dealer over the booking issues and
literally went around declaring the tool of my independence and my self- righteousness to almost everyone I had
known. And now the people have started asking question about my machine and why
is it getting so late. I was running out of excuses to give to these clowns. People
go crazy when you declare something fascinating to them but began doubting your
intentions once you miss the deadline. In my case, the situation was more than
just intense because I had stated about that one thing that stood as a symbol
of ultimate liberty and heavenly audacity. The untamed and raw beast which she
was that still remains that undisputed queen of every sovereign citizen of
Republic Of India and of many other nations. The Royal Enfield Bullet.
Monday went in all dismay and
frustration. I didn’t feel like having my dinner. I had made a firm decision in
my mind that the next morning I am going to cancel my booking and ask for
refunds. And so I slept with this downhearted thought. But over all these years
I have learned about myself I knew I was one sly and sham creature and I knew
by next morning by anger would subside and I would be back imploring down on my humble requests to bring
her home as soon as Chuck Norris would do. And so did it occurred. Well I tried
to pretend that I was still adamant on my decision but the sight of her moving
in front of my eyes was making me weak and I could no longer hold on to my
juvenile idiocy. I took the money dad had left me the other night in my drawer
and called Anshul and Ishaan. What I did expected was a facial series of abuses
and some pampering on my ass but it did work out well.
An hour has passed. There she
stands outside the glass door, shining in all her glory and draped in her
armour. The enormous and a naked beastly engine that appeared to be a seducing
character was tempting me to touch her and run my nubile fingers all over and
across her hand crafted body.
My dad, his office colleague and
my uncle took their leave. Anshul too proceeded towards his home. And now it
was just me and Ishaan. I was reluctant
to ride her first as I had never ever owned a motorcycle in my life before and
the only one I had ever driven were Ishaan’s Pulsar and my maternal uncle’s TVS
Star City. I was just too scared to scratch her body or do anything that may accidentally
cause her any hurt so I asked Ishaan to take the rider seat while I was
contended from the pillion view. Fuel pump check, kill switch off, downshift to
neutral and fire up that engine. A long screech and then the most beautiful
thump I ever heard in my entire life. I felt literally like we have just awoken
the goddess of war and destruction. And it sang the melody of doom and
apocalypse. It was terrifying such colossal and raw power that was waiting to
be unleashed from the belly of this monster but there was an ample degree of
feministic charm and fierce emotions that allured the two of us towards our
destiny. She was a siren in true form and I knew that if we don’t get her all
the care and respect she deserves she will cast the most brutal of wraths upon
both us.
Downshift to first gear and we
experience a slight motion and a heck lot of vibrations like if someone had
planted a vibrator into our asses. A huge smile ran across our faces. Upshift to
second gear and we were on the road. What seem unbelievable was that we were actually
dragging a 190kgs of pure guts and adrenaline and extra packed up horse power down
on the most unforgiving roads of India. The way he thumps, the way she moves,
the way she drove the attention of mass where ever she went. People making
inquires at stops. Ogling at her, some admiring her, pretty girls passing
smiles, it was auto-orgasmic. I could feel a tingling feeling in my balls and
like something was getting pumped up with the intensity of a turbocharger. And so
we drove our way all the way from Chappan to the Residency Area and into the
University Campus and then back on the roads. And before even we could realise,
we noticed we had already lived 52 kilometres of futile yet the most beautiful
moment ever. My mind was asking me to let myself go with her alone on a long
drive but some sanity was holding me back from acting all nuts. But then there
comes a moment when you finally decide to keep all that good sense at bay,
sidelining all your virtues and just do something that is purely stupid and
retarded. Not because your brain fathoms you to or your mind compels you to
conquer your fears but because for that moment you want to feel the thrill of
that one act. For that one moment you want to live and breadth.
And so I did, the same night
after having my dinner, I sneaked across the parking area, removed the veil in
which she was wrapped and fired up the engine. The next thing I know I dragged
her down in the first gear for few yards and finally gained some courage, put
it into the second one and I was cruising at 30 on the dark street behind
Holkar College. Yes I made a lunatic call and I loved it. 3 days have passed, I
have done 150 kilometres on her. Tomorrow I’ll be going to get her some crash
guard to protect her perfectly chiselled and seducing body and I will be back
on my way. And as the saying goes about her:
“Made like a gun, goes like a
bullet”. She and I are making the love I were dreamt about. Me and my Munchkin.
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