It’s early Sunday morning rather deep Saturday night when the alarm goes off breaking into your dreams and pull you out to reality. Well, nobody would want this I know but exactly this happened this last Sunday. Almost in the dead of the night I got up with groggy eyes but nobody heard me complaining. Why? Because I have been bit by this adventure bug recently and this was just another chapter waiting to be written for this year’s motto. So what was I up to in the middle of the night when almost everyone slept away the Saturday to Sunday morning? Cycling! Yes, call me crazy but it is!
Okay, let’s rewind a little. It all started a month back when I noticed a cycling event being organized through Facebook. But that particular weekend I was rather busy to sign up for it. But the idea stuck with me and I started bugging my colleagues about it. To my surprise I found a few who were also interested in the idea and we kick started the plan. The plan spread from colleagues to my friends, their friends and then friends of friends. Finally, on the day of the event, we were thirteen of us who made it to our meeting point at Charni Road, south of Mumbai.
We tested our cycles and rented one each for the duration of the event. Meanwhile we also learned that we weren’t the only set of crazy people. Other than ours, there were more than hundred cycles on the roads too! Phew! After the initial introductions were over, we figured out our route. It was decided on the general consensus that we would cycle from the Start Point (The Cycle shop at Charni Road) to Nariman Point and then from there taking a U-turn we would cycle beside the sea side all the way to Worli Seaface. Further, after resting there we would cycle our way back to our Start Point. It was overwhelming at first, to cycle around for more than 20km didn’t seem to be an easy task now.
Initially I was surprised by the amount of cars and bikes that still ruled the roads at this dead hour of the night. The sight at marine drive with so many people sitting there and enjoying the waves, was the one of the most surprising one. Indeed, this city never slept. If I had any doubts about it until now, they just evaporated in thin air. Taking breaks after every 2-3 km, we chatted and teased and enjoyed the adventure. Sometimes we would cycle fast and take over each other and other times we would pedal slowly, taking in the cool breeze hitting our face. As some more time elapsed, the crowd thinned and morning walkers emerged. Seriously this city never stopped.
As we covered the path we had chalked out, there were scenes that my heart captured forever. The cycling by the marine drive and taking in the beautiful and famous sight of Queen’s Necklace. The cars zooming past us. The serene beauty of sea waves crashing the rocky shores. The thrill of the empty roads. The causal gossips and the intellectual talks in the wee hours. A sip of coke and a bite of chips to subside the morning hunger pangs. The search of water to wet our parched throats. The struggle to ascend the steep slopes then sliding effortlessly through the descends. The breaking of dawn as we neared our destination. The rise of the sun bidding adieu to darkness as we drove back home with droopy eyes. The flashback of these memories and the smile on the face as we stepped back to dreamland in the morning.
Sunday went by fast and the weekdays filled in but the memories remained afresh. I guess the memories like these makes one fall in love with city all the more, again and again. Because, there are always a few unique moments and experiences that a city can offer like no other. By far, this was one of my most memorable times in this city. I hope many more to come.
Have you ever done something like this? What was the latest adventure you had?