"zum zum zzzuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm" I accelerated our
quad bike like a toddler, armed with the knowledge that the engine is turned
off.
"They are toy-like. I am having super fun" I
declared to my husband who indulged himself in doing some paper work.
"what are you scribbling over there?" I try to
sneak over his shoulder but he shuns me not before I chance a glance on the
consent form.
"This stuff isn't dangerous? or IS IT?" I sound carefully careless,
as I buckle my golden yellow helmet.
"Not at all. Its far safer than your favourite
Under-sea-walk" he replies acidly. He is upbeat with this quad thing as if
he is bitten by the so called radioactive-spider.
"Causalities were reported indeed. Toppled bikes, you
know, falls and all" Rohith, our co-honeymooner added in quiet an offhand
manner.
"But we have guides accompanying us. I suppose nothing
happens to us" his wife shruti quickly reassured me.
we took a trial round. My hub carefully navigates me through
the mud path which is deliberately strewn with rocks and swamps. I cling to him
tightly thinking "This might look romantic but honestly it's
not-to-get-traumatic".
The gates were about to open. We were about to explore the
wild. The beast-of-a-bike which was softly purring under us sprang a roar (as
he accelerated). I squeezed my eyes shut to say a quick prayer when I heard
shruti saying "You trusted your life with him...trust him with the bike
too. Just enjoy the ride". Rohith and shruthi zoomed past us on their bike
starring Dhoom4.
The forest unveiled for us. A bunch of wild piglets welcomed
us. I tumbled with laughter only to gasp within seconds at an ostrich crossing
paths with us. The guide warned us not to mess with it as they spotted her nesting
some lucky eggs. We took a turn and
stood face-to-ass with a pack of zebras.
"Hey Marty, wherez Alex and Gloria?" I called out
to the Madagascarian zebra which is different from the rest cos of its black
stripes on a white mane as opposed to the general white stripes on the black.
"Go for a walk with the big cats. 600 MSUD per head. You
can find Alex, Aaslan simba zuba wotever" the guide winked at me.
we reached a clearing in the middle of the forest where the
bikes were halted for a while and we pounced on a herd of deers. They gave us
the 'Paparazi-are-here-again' look. They posed unflinchingly to the infinite
clicks, their pupils in 'auto-acclimatization-to-the-camera-flashes' mode.
"There is no reason to worry. This is sheer fun" I
said to myself as I remounted the little beast which purred maliciously.
Hub, bitten by the radioactive spider evolved in to a super
hero by now. Cocksure of my mellow moods he headed for those
killer-mid-air-summersaults.
He guffawed as he squirted through a muddy puddle.
I'm Pissed off with his antics but I hold on. He takes a sharp cut here and
there giving me a neck-breaking-spine-bending ride.
"slow down chinnu...you are giving me a heart ache"
I pleaded but the gush of air deafened him. He is flying while my heart is
sinking.
"oops...chinnu, my zip is giving away" I let out a
panicked shriek. (I wore a chudidaar which needs to be zipped up in the front.)
"Big deal! you can always borrow my shirt" he
grinned like the ever-ready-to-strip-Khan.
I can't help but to smile at the livewire I got married to. I hug him
even tighter, this time little more romantic than dramatic.
The rest of this mad roller coaster ride had bum hitting
bumps, lump giving lows and heartening highs but we took them all with the same
gut bursting laughter.
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