Ma told me that i'd be dropping her to her club meet.
Aarghh! Not again!
No,i'm not lazy to go out..nor have i a problem in balancing the load of around 70 kilos..[My dearest DeeDee! YES.I really seem to have got the number [terribly] wrong..It's always better for you and me to forget a few things,you know..] =) [see bambi eyes]
As i take my brown scooty[it looks silver only on the day it has come out of the service station] out,she comes out in a clean cream colored saree[those with neat blue peacock embroidery at the borders and all that].
WHY?WHY such a neat light-colored saree when it has just stopped raining..and the roads are full of haLLas with fresh brown muddy water..and when she KNOWS that she's gonna be my pillion-rider?? Aargh.
Battery's almost dead.I always kick it start.
kick1.kick2.kick3.kick4.kick5...kick13.....kick18..there you go.The engine finally comes to life much to my ma's relief.
'Naan koorla?' she asks.And before i can answer she tries to hop in.
'oyyee..oyee..'i lose balance and somehow regain it without letting me,amma or scooty fall.
She gets down..gives me a and-you-still-say-you-can-balance-me! kinda look and -
'You take your scooty and wait for me near the turn..i'll walk till there' she says and starts walking to the turn near Geeta auntys' place.
I kick start it again and go there.Geeta aunty's outside, near the compound..and ma's bothered about my 'balancing act'..that too when her neighbour's watching us both..
She sits after having said 'iru ond nimsha' 4-5 times.
I go only far enough that Geeta aunty can't see us any longer and -
'Naanu sariyaagi kootilla..gaadi stop maadu'
After 2 more such 'sariyaag-kootilla- stops',she decides to comment on how i drive and tip me.
'Break haaku'.
'Horn maadu'. // Horn.Horn.
'No.Not more than 20.i said NO' // Ma,my 6 year old scooty cannot anyway pull the load[read 70kilos] if i go @ <20
'Mirror sariyaagi adjust maadidiya?'. // Hoon.I can always see all the bikers who follow.. :P
'Hinde car bartide' // So..?
'Slow down while crossing' // Ok.
'Break sari maadsu..' // Ok,Madame.I'd not realised that they aren't ok.
'Balance sigtidya?' // Aaaah.How else did we manage to come this far?
Thankfully she seemed to have forgotten that i don't have a license[not even an LLR] even when she saw a traffic police at the circle.
And she didn't notice till she got back home that the peacocks at the bottom of her saree had turned half-muddish-brown. // Now,had i asked her to get down some 4 times wherever there was a muddy haLLa before she could 'properly' and 'comfortably' sit?
'LORRY!! munde Lorry bartide! Slow down.Slow down.Stop maadu' // WHO on earth cannot see a lorry thats coming right in front? I don't even have those miopias and metropias..!
And finallllly,her destination comes.
A few of her friends arrive too - 'Oho!Sahana drop kottLa!'
'Hoon! Parvaagilla [she forgot to add 'even with me at the pillion'] gaadi chennagi odustaaLe' // SIGH. Tumbaa Thanks!!!!!!!
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6 comments:
Hey i never knew, even a small thing like drooping ur mom somewhere can be narrated nicely and interestingly....
Great job!...BTW who on earth follows U on bikes.... ;)
Gee thanks! Didn't you know almost all bikers except the one who recently got a flashy red avenger follow! lolz :P
nice read.... you reminded me of my rides when i used to drop my mom to her workplace on the way to my college... i could so relate to every word here... to add to it my bike was a tiny hero puch....
Haha..good that our 6yr old scootys and tiny hero puchs somehow manage to pull our mothers! :P
U understand kannada?
its not about the age of the vehicle, its about the "power" in the fuel that runs thru it...!! :P :P
@ss and ds
Enginne sari illa andmele yaav fuel haakidre en sukha?!
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