It all started in year 2009. I was getting tired of riding a bicycle. At the age of 27, I had started feeling old and haggard. I seemed to lose interest in the exercise, or the wind in my face. The commutes between office and home started tiring me, making me think that the bicycle was limiting my freedom.
It also added to a psychological/cultural problem. In Pakistan, bicycle is considered a poor man’s transport. Though I did not believe in it, yet people could not understand why I was riding one. The social pressure also kept mounting, and one fine day, I bought a motorbike.
Strangely, it did not change anything. At the end of every day, I was as weary as I used to be, and I had lost my only source of exercise. The bicycle kept rusting in garage.
It made me even more lazy and rusted.
Years passed by, I missed riding my bicycle but could not start doing it again. Motorbike made winters even more difficult, so on another fine morning, I decided enough was enough. I took bicycle to a nearby mechanic, got it fixed and started riding it again.
Ah, it was so refreshing – and to tell you the truth – exhausting. But at the end of the day I felt good. I was worn out, yet I was fresh, energized, and rejuvenated. Now I go to my office on bicycle, and have started feeling wonderful. When my motorbike riding colleagues are shivering on their arrivals, I’m always warmed-up. Especially these days, when my country is hit with worst fuel crisis, and I see people with vehicles jostling over a few liters of petrol, I feel myself superior to them 🙂