<p>Based on the distance of a destination, ease of accessibility or simply because of the people available in your life at a particular point in time, most of us have had various means of transportation in various stages of life. As a child, I was always a pillion rider to my dad, in his awesome and comfortable Road King or my mother’s easy-to-climb Scooty! Else it’s always been an autorickshaw within the city, public buses for outstation and, of course, the <span class="italic">chukubuku train to Mysore!</span></p>.<p>The rainy season rides have always been adventurous in my life. One memory is at Cubbonpet while I was riding on the <span class="italic">Scooty and got stuck in a pothole. The heavy rains, flooded the roads and my favourite sandals slipped off my foot! I even ran behind my sandals and got hold of. There were many vehicles honking at us and my dad calmly said, “Keep calm, they will figure out a way, it’s not like we have stopped deliberately!” This statement was an important lesson. </span></p>.<p>Another time, my uncle and I were getting back from an aunt’s place at the Old Airport Road and it was raining cats and dogs! The road was jam-packed. In those days HAL was the official airport for Bangalore and that night I learnt what a traffic jam meant. We didn’t have mobile phones and my parents could do nothing but reach home, with no clue what was taking us so long. I remember how angry my mother was that night. </p>.<p>Later in life, I rode an Activa and forgot the hassle of autorickshaws altogether! Even while hanging out with friends I would always take my Activa, very rarely has somebody else ridden my vehicle. I’ve always had control! When I was in a relationship, I was initially a pillion rider on a huge bike, and the rides always scared the hell out of me! I hated not being in control of the vehicle.</p>.<p>Today, after many years of driving and riding, being independent and always having transportation plans in my hands, I have come to realize that there is a price to pay.</p>.<p>Recently, when I was travelling to Dharmastala in a sleeper bus, I could not sleep the whole night even though I have the reputation of being a deep sleeper. I could sense everything the driver did, him applying the brakes, accelerating, the sudden moves…all this and I could not see what was in front of us.</p>.<p>I came to realize, not all vehicles have loose tyres like mine currently and I need to trust the drivers abilities and not worry about the job they do. More ‘dependent’ transportation is what I need, I reckon!</p>
<p>Based on the distance of a destination, ease of accessibility or simply because of the people available in your life at a particular point in time, most of us have had various means of transportation in various stages of life. As a child, I was always a pillion rider to my dad, in his awesome and comfortable Road King or my mother’s easy-to-climb Scooty! Else it’s always been an autorickshaw within the city, public buses for outstation and, of course, the <span class="italic">chukubuku train to Mysore!</span></p>.<p>The rainy season rides have always been adventurous in my life. One memory is at Cubbonpet while I was riding on the <span class="italic">Scooty and got stuck in a pothole. The heavy rains, flooded the roads and my favourite sandals slipped off my foot! I even ran behind my sandals and got hold of. There were many vehicles honking at us and my dad calmly said, “Keep calm, they will figure out a way, it’s not like we have stopped deliberately!” This statement was an important lesson. </span></p>.<p>Another time, my uncle and I were getting back from an aunt’s place at the Old Airport Road and it was raining cats and dogs! The road was jam-packed. In those days HAL was the official airport for Bangalore and that night I learnt what a traffic jam meant. We didn’t have mobile phones and my parents could do nothing but reach home, with no clue what was taking us so long. I remember how angry my mother was that night. </p>.<p>Later in life, I rode an Activa and forgot the hassle of autorickshaws altogether! Even while hanging out with friends I would always take my Activa, very rarely has somebody else ridden my vehicle. I’ve always had control! When I was in a relationship, I was initially a pillion rider on a huge bike, and the rides always scared the hell out of me! I hated not being in control of the vehicle.</p>.<p>Today, after many years of driving and riding, being independent and always having transportation plans in my hands, I have come to realize that there is a price to pay.</p>.<p>Recently, when I was travelling to Dharmastala in a sleeper bus, I could not sleep the whole night even though I have the reputation of being a deep sleeper. I could sense everything the driver did, him applying the brakes, accelerating, the sudden moves…all this and I could not see what was in front of us.</p>.<p>I came to realize, not all vehicles have loose tyres like mine currently and I need to trust the drivers abilities and not worry about the job they do. More ‘dependent’ transportation is what I need, I reckon!</p>