I ride a bicycle.

I ride a bicycle. I am not a 10 year old kid but I ride a bicycle.

I can afford a car but I ride a bicycle.

I don’t run campaigns on sustainable energy but I ride a bicycle.

There’s nothing eye pleasingly beautiful in me. I am old, my hair is all white, and it’s fallen of slightly. I, by no means of social definition fall on the category of handsome. Actually I find my students amused by my looks. It must seem so old fashioned and lethargic to all those aspiring souls floating on the clouds of hope, dreams and delusions. I think they wish that their professor came in a Mercedes, so that they can brag about it to their friends from other universities. Sadly I drive a bicycle.

I teach soil science. Wait! I share soil science would be more correct for I by no mean have knowledge or the strength to teach the essence of civilization, essence of life and essence of being. I only can share what I have observed and studied, for past 50 years.

I have a PhD and I drive a bicycle.                   

This student, a delightful little fellow, comes to me and says, “Sir, all the professors are riding cars, bikes even the maintenance guy rides a splendor, your own student brings unicorn. Why not you?”

I laughed, showing my aged teeth and as my students would say my “lyaang teeth”.

I said answer me this, “what happens when a tiger dies?”

He pondered examining if it was a trick question.

C’mon you can answer freely, I said.

He says, “It dies. It decays, action of decomposers which you gave taught me. It is turned into organic matter and it mixes in the soil.”

Aha. Do you know where Einstein is? Marx is? Newton is? Dokuchaev is? Socrates is? Laxmi Prasad devkota is?

Heaven? He says.

Well son, I don’t know about heaven or hell, to me they are beyond their physical limits and are fertilizing plants.

So you get it?

He nodded.

I pushed the supporting rod and rode my bicycle.

I wander and I ride a bicycle.