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“Royal Enfield” Heart (an Aha moment)

After signing off for the workweeks on Friday @ 7.00 PM, checked with friends about the earlier planned dinner and he showed “thumbs down”. Quickly went to the “Plan B”, called up school mate who recently returned from US and was planning to throw a party today, was informed that its scheduled for “Saturday night”. As I was thinking of “Plan C”, some images flashed thru and decided to trash “Plan C” and called up home and told will be home soon for dinner.

 

With background images going on in mind, heart very light after a great day @ work came to parking lot after bidding bye to everyone still in office. Looked at my “majestic” Royal Enfield parked with no vehicle around. Gracefully got on to the bullet and an aura of proud feeling engraved me when I started Bullet in single kick.

 

With back erect and chest up, enjoying the ride, with in few kilometers (kms) joined everyone (heading to explore what is in store for the evening) in traffic jam, soon without my notice, straight back has leaned and driving focus took over the pride I was feeling. Quite moments in my journey ensured that my bullet sound is audible to me, and the pride, chest up and back straight automatically came back.

 

This Jugalbandi (duet) in my drive continued till I reached Ashok Nagar X roads and waiting for signal to clear with my bike positioned in middle of the road. Suddenly Bullet stopped. For a second, the pride and chest up were all gone for a toss as the signal had to turn green the moment my bike stopped, and with all the most patient drivers behind me, added to the situation.

 

As you can guess the next sequence in a thriller movie of a known director, in this situation also I tried starting my bike and that effort was in vain. Gained much needed composure and stood stand still and hinted people behind me to move on, they obliged and slowly took the Bullet to the side.

 

  • 8:50 PM :- Restarted to try starting the bullet quickly & head out to enjoy the remaining Friday.
  • 8:55 PM :- Little tired with my efforts, regained composure and retried again, this continued for next 10 mins.
  • 9:05 PM :- Feeling ashamed of standing on the road side with everyone going past me, especially with the traffic accumulating when the signal was “Red”.
  • As a seasoned project manager, with every break, started to think of all my alternate options for the night and just piling up all the best solutions in mind.
  • 9:10 PM :- Couldn’t take it anymore, walked to the nearest grocery store and took a “fruit juice bottle” and gulped entirely assuming that this energy should give me enough energy to start the bullet.
  • 9:15 PM :- understood that the drink was of no use before the Royal Enfield kick start
  • 9:20 PM :- went inside the store again and asked for some water, all this time, the store keeper was watching my efforts and offered to try to help me, he is completely novice to Bullet. His first kick on Bullet (thinking he can do it easily) backfired fully and he silently accepted the fact, its not his cup of tea
  • 9:23 PM :- Ran out of options, starting to check the validity of my alternate options. Called a friend who is passionate of Bullet, he advised me to kick some B***T (hey I mean Bullet) with petrol knob switched of as it can be a situation of over flow.
  • While doing this, during my break, tried to reach my friend who stays close to Ashok Nagar X roads and told the possibility of parking my vehicle at his place and going home by auto.
  • All this while, was waiting and watching for any “bullet” sound, so that I can request the Bullet user for some help. As in any story, those bullets were going on the other side of the road and I do not reach them.
  • 9:33 PM :- after all the efforts of mine, my “I can do” feeling is taking over by “HE can do” and I left it to HIS hands with simple request, “please take care of this situation”.
  • 9:40 PM :- continued all my efforts to start the Bullet and nothing worked.
  • 9:42 PM :- heard a sound of the bullet passing by from my side, shouted for them, luckily that guy looked back, and I could ask for help.
  • He was very graceful and offered to help
  • Tried starting my Bullet, nothing worked, checked “Spark Plug”, cleaned, and still nothing worked.
  • With little diagnosis he found that the battery might be the culprit.
  • He quickly swapped the battery of my bullet with his.
  • Thats it, my bullet got all the POWER, in single kick it started. “da da da da da da ……….” YYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHOO
  • He inquired where I live and found that he stays a miles away from my home
  • With gentle voice he asked me to use the battery to reach home and return the battery tomorrow, also showed that his bulled does not require battery to start (first feeling of ‘damn my bullet’).
  • 10:20 PM :- My bullet was ready firing up all cylinders, and I was all set to get to home ASAP without any delay.
  • As always “HE ensures we remember HIM”, in the entire process I have spoiled the “lock” of the battery casing and it was hanging with battery ready to fall anytime
  • My entire ride, I had to focus on bike going smoothly and also ensure that the battery casing tight to keep the battery still 🙂
  • 10:35 PM :- Reached home

The primary purpose of this post was not just to explain the pain I have gone thru and how it all turned with HIS presence, but to recognize the gentleman and good samaritan living around us. My humble thanks to Mr. Prabhakar, a “Royal Enfield Hearted” person who firstly extended his support in helping start my bullet and did not think twice giving his battery to a total stranger like me @ 10:30 PM night, with just exchange of mobile number. My feeling and respect for “TRUST” has increased multifolded

 

Hats off to all “Royal Enfield Hearted” people who come across in our lives and make difference

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Selfless Love – Just experience it.

My wife called, ‘How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?

I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.

I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. ‘Sindu, darling, why don’t you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad’s sake, dear’.

Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. ‘Ok, Dad. I will eat – not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should…’ Sindu hesitated. ‘Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?’

‘Promise’. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. ‘Sindu, dear, you shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?’

‘No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive’. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her. ‘Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!’ was her demand.

‘Atrocious!’ shouted my wife, ‘A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!’

‘Never in our family!’ My mother rasped. ‘She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!’

‘Sindu, darling, why don’t you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.’

‘Please, Sindu, why don’t you try to understand our feelings?’ I tried to plead with her.

‘Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice’. Sindu was in tears. ‘And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?’

It was time for me to call the shots. ‘Our promise must be kept.’

‘Are you out of your mind?’ chorused my mother and wife

‘No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.’ With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, ‘Sinduja, please wait for me!’ What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. ‘May be, that is the in-stuff’, I thought.

‘Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!’ Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, ‘that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from… leukemia’. She paused to muffle her sobs. ‘Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!

Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.’

I stood transfixed and then, I wept. ‘My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!’

The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love !!

PS: Received this from my friend “Dhruva Sachdeva” Noida as an email.

Jessica Cox: First Pilot without Arms

Excellence or Excuse???

Mom: Can you get that box

Kid: No Mom, I can’t lift this box, it is too heavy for me

Friend A: I have started to learn martial arts (Tea kwon do), do you want to join with me Shreshta??

Friend B: No, I am too small to learn that, and i heard that it is very tough to learn that.

These kind of excuses are pretty commonly heard around us from kids and something similar in nature from adults. Excellence is tough and Excuse is easy, but which one should we choose?? Why should we choose??

I have recently received an email from my friend Sanna about Jessica Cox – a woman without her arms flying as a certified pilot., here is the story of her.. read on.

Jessica Cox is born in Tucson, Arizona (USA) without arms, but that did not stopped her from doing the regular activities of childhood, she just believed in only one word “I CAN”.

Right from her infancy, her feet became her hands. Like all children,she went through the various stages of development. She learned to feed herself and write with her feet. Throughout childhood, she participated in many activities including swimming, gymnastics, tap dancing, using computer.

Jessica started tae kwon-do when she was ten, earning her first black belt at fourteen in the International Tae Kwon-Do Federation. She rejoined American Tae Kwon-Do Association in college and earned a second black belt.

Double Black Belt in Tae Kwon-Do.

Jessica can drive car by herselves and she is a Graduate in Psycolog, she is a very good dancer

The only thing Jessica was afraid of was “flying”, but when she was given an opportunity to overcome her fear, she learned to fly on a “rudderless” flight which only need to control steering and no other operations.

“I had to be very determined and persistent. It took me three hard years to complete – but it is the most fantastic feeling in the world,” Jessica explained.

Jessica is now training to become an instructor

With one foot manning the controls and the other delicately guiding the steering column, Cox, 25, soared to achieve a Sport Pilot certificate. Her certificate qualifies her to fly a light-sport aircraft to altitudes of 10,000 feet.

Experts from her Instructor Parrish Traweek, 42, the flying instructor at San Manuel’s Ray Blair Airport.

“When she came up here driving a car,”

“I knew she’d have no problem flying a plane.”

“She’s a good pilot. She’s rock solid,” said

I salute to Jessica’s strong determination and her parents for giving this inspiration to the this world.

Her Web site – http://www.rightfooted.com/

Few Videos – http://www.rightfooted.com/see/

Youtube Videos –

Inside Edition on Jessica Cox on Youtube

Woman Armless Pilot on Youtube

Search for Jessica Cox on You Tube