ഒരു സൈക്കിൾ ഓർമ
Muhsina C.
B.Sc. Psychology
ഞാൻ 6ആം ക്ലാസ്സിൽ പഠിക്കുമ്പോൾ എന്റെ 10ൽ പഠിക്കുന്ന കസിൻ അവന്റെ 2 വർഷത്തെ സമ്പാദ്യം വെച്ച് ഒരു സൈക്കിൾ വാങ്ങി.നല്ല ചെത്ത് സൈക്കിൾ.അവൻ അത് ഓടിക്കുന്നത് കണ്ടപ്പോൾ എനിക്ക് അത് ഒരു ഹരം ആയി. ആ ആഗ്രഹത്തിന്റെ പുറത്ത് അവനോട് അതൊന്ന് ഓടിക്കാൻ ചോദിച്ചപ്പോൾ അവൻ പറയ"ഞാൻ ചെറിയ കുട്ടി ആണ്.അത് തള്ളി ഇട്ട് കേട് വരുത്തും,മാത്രല്ല പെൺകുട്ടികൾ സൈക്കിൾ ഓട്ടൂലാന്ന് " . പിന്നെ ഒന്നും നോകീല,ഗൾഫിൽ ഉള്ള വാപ്പ വിളിക്കാൻ രാത്രി ആവാൻ കാത്തിരുന്നു.ഫോൺ ബെല്ലടിച്ചതും എടുത്തതും കണ്ണ് കടൽ ആക്കി ഒറ്റ കരച്ചിൽ.അങ്ങനെ ഒരു സൈക്കിൾ വിപ്ലവത്തിന് ശേഷം ഒറ്റ പൈസ സംമ്പാദിക്കാതെ ഞാനും വാങ്ങി ഒരു നീല BSA സൈക്കിൾ . കടക്കാരനും ഉമ്മിം പറഞ്ഞു പെൺകുട്ടികൾക്ക് പിങ്ക് സൈക്കിൾ ആയിരിക്കും എന്ന് . വേണ്ട, പിങ്ക് വേണ്ട കാക്കാന്റെ പോലത്തെ നീല തന്നെ മതി. ലിംഗ വ്യത്യാസത്തിന് എതിരെ ഉള്ള ഒരു ആറാം ക്ലാസ്സ് കാരിയുടെ പ്രതിശേധം ഒന്നും ആയിരുന്നില്ല അത്. കാക്കാന്റെ പോലത്തെ തന്നെ വേണം എന്ന വാശി മാത്രമായിരുന്നു. കാര്യം അവൻ അന്ന് അങ്ങനെ പറഞ്ഞെങ്കിലും ഇപ്പൊൾ അവൻ അവന്റെ ഒന്നര ലക്ഷത്തിന്റെ ബൈക്ക് ഓടിച്ച് നോക്കാൻ തരാറുണ്ട്.പക്ഷേ ഈ അടുത്ത് അനിയന് സൈക്കിൾ വാങ്ങാൻ പോയപ്പോൾ കൊട്ട ഉള്ള പിങ്ക് സൈക്കിൾ അവൻ നോക്കുന്നത് കണ്ട് കടക്കാരൻ പറഞ്ഞു"അതൊക്കെ പെൺകുട്ട്യാള സൈക്കിള ആൺക്കുട്ട്യാത് ഇവിടെ."
TRAINING TO RIDE MY MISS INDIA PETAL
Shahana Sherin, Second year B.A. History
It was not very long ago that I learned to ride a bicycle.I learned it in 10th grade.I was interested in bicycle when my neighbors started to play with it.I wish I could too go with them and enjoy the wonderful experience.I asked my father to buy me a bicycle but he refused.I started persuading him for almost 2 weeks but everything was in vain.I was angry with my father.From my school I get to know that Malarvadi was organizing a painting competition.An idea lit up in my mind. I signed up my name and asked my father to buy a water color set from the shop.Thankfully he brought it from the shop.I participated and won 1st prize
I was happy.I came back to home and showed my award to everyone except my father ,he was not there.I asked my mother about about him and she said that he went to Ooty with his friends.I immediately called my father and informed the news he said congratulations and asked what I wanted .This was my chance.I told him that I wanted a bicycle .To my surprise he agreed.when he returned home he brought some sweets.After two days me, father and a friend of him together visited a cycle shop in Nilambur.There were lots of bicycles in the shop .Every cycle was absolutely gorgeous but my eyes was on miss India petals.A dark pink colored one and it was elegant .he told me to choose a black one but I refused .I told him that I wanted pink one and I started to act like crying.finally my father purchased it.We went back to our house.The next day my cycle arrived in an autorikshaw.The next day we went to a road nearby my house to start our training.I was on the cycle while my father was on the right side of my cycle helping me to balance it.I don't even know how to paddle a cycle instead of paddling it forward I did it backward.For three days we were doing this .The next day my mission was to learn how to balance it.It was so hard I always leaned towards my father's side and I got a beaten on my butt for not balancing it properly even after four days of training.Then on the sixth day he changed his side position to back.We trained for almost five days and he began to lift his hand slowly without noticing me .I couldn't get my balance and I was about to fell ,he caught me.After three more days training I learned to balance it but I was unable to turn the cycle only to go staight.When we was our way back to home he told me turn the cycle I told him that I can't again he told me to turn it l turned and then I hitted on a wall .My front basket was damaged.I was so sad because it was my first and only beautiful cycle I have.My father tried to fix it but it wasn't the Same as before.Then we returned to home and explained the incident to my mother she asked me whether I was OK I told her that I was fine .after somedays me and my sisters decided to go for a walk suddenly I thought about my cycle and went to ride but the problem was that I need someone to balance the cycle at the start I couldn't do it my own .I didn't give up I was full confident that I was able to do that.I got on my cycle put my one leg on the paddle and the other on the ground . I slowly moved forward at first time I swayed then I got the balance.Finally without anyone's help I can ride my cycle I was so happy.This scene was seen by my sister .She called my father and told him that I learned to ride it my own .he came to see the miracle . my uncle was there too.he told me to show how I ride and I showed them.he took a video of me ,riding a cycle. They all congratulated me for my achievement .There was a problem again ,I don't know how to turn the cycle but with my continues effort I learned to turn.this is the history that how I learned to ride a cycle.
A Bicycle Story
M.K. Vineetha, Department of English
Much of the fancies I called dreams have come true, except one. Walking in stilletos, wearing trousers and blazers, driving own car, smoking expensive cigarettes, busy flying from cities to cities were all my real dreams as a young girl. The biology of smoking and drinking gradually removed them from the list. Rest almost all materialized, except one- to glide freely on a bicycle. As a plumb kid, none of my cousins were strong enough to hold an ever inclining bicycle with me on it. When all my cousins mastered the art in the blink of an eye, my bicycle never stood straight, my chemistry with this wonder on wheels never worked. Generation z came in, my kids flew on tricycles and bicycles as if they got wings. Even when they grew from bicycle to motor bikes and cars, their mother looked at bicycles with unquenched thirst in her eyes and mind. I haven't given up that desire yet, my bicycle story is yet to be, it has to be because, i have a dream.....wheeling along the beautiful cities in Europe, wearing helmets or hats, inhaling in the freshness of the weather, humming my favourite tunes.......my tales are yet to be...
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