Cycling
Cycling is my hobby. And for a good reason. Cycling is the only activity that I can remain engaged in for two hours without getting exhausted or feeling bored.
I learned the art of cycling when I was about 10 years old. It was by no means achieved easily, though. Around 15 being-off-kilter-and-falling-off-the-bicycle, 12 ramming-into-neighbour's-Maruti-800 and 20 skidding-and-falling-while-taking-an-illegal-U-turn resulted in 37 cuts, 23 bruises and 2 stitches. The pain was worth it. One day I woke up feeling great and suddenly discovered to my astonishment that I had the confidence to ride my bike to any nook-and-corner of this damn city without gettting involved in an accident. I knew how to ride a bike.
Recently, I've got myself another one of those "lean mean bastards" [:-)], primarily because I'm bigger now than I was 12 years ago. The pleasure and excitement that accompanies cycling, however, hasn't diminished one bit. The joy of rapidly moving ahead is immense. You know you are free to go anywhere, and neither you've to take the ramshackle bus nor you've to hop into the claustrophobic inside of one of those kaata-tel powered ( and hence immensely polluting ) autorickshaws that bludgeon their way through the overcrowded Kolkata streets. You wont get bored while stuck in a traffic jam. You just decide where to go, and off you go. That gives you a feeling of being independent.
I always prefer cycling over running. I'm the type of guy whom you may sometimes find drooping down, hands on my knees, inhaling 10,000 shots of air a minute, the hanging tongue receiving droplets of saline sweat steadily streaming down my forehead. All of this because I've just finished running 1 kilometre non-stop. Yet, you give me a bike and then watch me go. 25 Km is pretty much no-problem stuff. The primary reason for this is that while cycling if I'm out of breath I can coast for some time to bring my breath back. Also, running is more-or-less at a constant speed throughout, while cycling enables a much larger variation in speed. So there you go, covering 25 Km is much more fun than running a kilometre down the road which you take everyday en-route to university. Off I go now, pedalling hard, eyes firmly on the road ahead !
I learned the art of cycling when I was about 10 years old. It was by no means achieved easily, though. Around 15 being-off-kilter-and-falling-off-the-bicycle, 12 ramming-into-neighbour's-Maruti-800 and 20 skidding-and-falling-while-taking-an-illegal-U-turn resulted in 37 cuts, 23 bruises and 2 stitches. The pain was worth it. One day I woke up feeling great and suddenly discovered to my astonishment that I had the confidence to ride my bike to any nook-and-corner of this damn city without gettting involved in an accident. I knew how to ride a bike.
Recently, I've got myself another one of those "lean mean bastards" [:-)], primarily because I'm bigger now than I was 12 years ago. The pleasure and excitement that accompanies cycling, however, hasn't diminished one bit. The joy of rapidly moving ahead is immense. You know you are free to go anywhere, and neither you've to take the ramshackle bus nor you've to hop into the claustrophobic inside of one of those kaata-tel powered ( and hence immensely polluting ) autorickshaws that bludgeon their way through the overcrowded Kolkata streets. You wont get bored while stuck in a traffic jam. You just decide where to go, and off you go. That gives you a feeling of being independent.
I always prefer cycling over running. I'm the type of guy whom you may sometimes find drooping down, hands on my knees, inhaling 10,000 shots of air a minute, the hanging tongue receiving droplets of saline sweat steadily streaming down my forehead. All of this because I've just finished running 1 kilometre non-stop. Yet, you give me a bike and then watch me go. 25 Km is pretty much no-problem stuff. The primary reason for this is that while cycling if I'm out of breath I can coast for some time to bring my breath back. Also, running is more-or-less at a constant speed throughout, while cycling enables a much larger variation in speed. So there you go, covering 25 Km is much more fun than running a kilometre down the road which you take everyday en-route to university. Off I go now, pedalling hard, eyes firmly on the road ahead !

