Motorcycle Musings

I could hear the growl nearing and I twisted my right wrist fiercely. As I shifted to the fourth gear and let the clutch go, I heard some crumbling noises from the box. I knew I got it wrong. The leather clad fellow pulled away easily, leaving me behind. Remember you are riding an Enfield not a Honda, Santosh. It is not designed for racing but for cruising. Designs are fundamental, pal. There is a design for everything and everyone. It cannot be changed. At best, it may be modified but no metamorphosis possible.

All of a sudden I remembered her. Her trembling lips could not utter anything when I asked why she is not a prime mover at work. There was helplessness in her eyes and a big lump moved up and down her throat as she tried hard to control tears. She could not understand what her fault was, because those were not faults but part of her design. All those lengthy counseling from me on how to ‘become’ was ‘unbecoming’ for her.

Every design has a distinct purpose. The tragedy happens when we use them for what they are not meant for. Design is the grace of Cosmic Intelligence but being insightful about one’s design and using it thus is a definite merit.

As the realization dawned my repugnance for her melted. She is like a Royal Enfield in a Moto GP racing circuit and all the way I have been telling her to become a Ducati. Poor she. What she needs is just a change of track.