BICYCLE MUSINGS
Half pedalling Owning a bicycle and riding it at sweet will was perhaps the most cherished dream of 1980s kids, especially the boys in our residential colony in Nashik. It wasn’t any different for me. As a kid studying in third grade clad in navy blue and white school uniform, I would watch the high school bhaiyas and didis ride bicycles to school and back home. I would, at times, go the bicycle parking lot behind the school building just to check out brands, kinds and colours of the bicycles parked there in long and disciplined rows. The desire to learn and ride a bicycle was intense, I must admit. My parents – amma and achachan – as I call them, had the resolute view that I was too small a kid to ride or have a bicycle. My craze for riding a bicycle even at a very young age often spilled out when we occasionally visited achachan’s friend Kunjumon uncle whose son Lijo had a tricycle. We would ride the tricyle all around their courtyard in turns, very often my turn las...