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.
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