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Created on: January 07, 2009
Well it had to be Junior High School as that is the phase of our life when we are at the peak of adventures! I was this rebellious girl during that time, never taking No for an answer. Well I was growing up with three boys in my family so the entire responsibility fell on my shoulder on behalf of the womenfolk to defend against the idea that women were in no way less than men in any field! My dad had bought a new motorcycle and I was extremely fascinated by it. But since according to my dad I was a still a child I wasn't allowed to take a ride on it alone without the supervision of my elder brother. I guess he just used it as a garb for trying to tell me politely that he didn't have enough confidence in a girl riding a motorcycle. Every time I asked for it I would hear the same old commandment "you are not ready yet" "you need more practice".
I used to be heavily into feminism back then as well, coz the moment someone would say, NO, I would be charged up!
I was able to contain my growing impatience for long until one fine day, I saw the motorcycle parked outside the house and my dad feeling a little unwell sleeping inside. I just knew that this is the moment of my lifetime. We must know how to capitalize a given opportunity; I tried to get a little philosophical and grabbed what at that point of time looked like the most important key of my life. I persuaded my younger brother to join me as well as I obviously wanted to show off! As the bike started, unable to contain my joy, I couldn't stop giggling for a while. In no time I was on the road riding my motorcycle feeling like a celebrity and deliberately looking at everybody whosoever sauntered by. I went to every block I knew my friends lived. I kept on thinking after this very day my dad would be so proud of me and won't disallow me to go on to any escapade any more. I was having the time of my life and everything was going fine until I saw my classmate standing in his driveway. He was one of the most handsome guys of my class and well, the most sought after!I had been trying to impress him for long I must confess, and there couldn't have been a better time than this. I took a sharp turn along a very steep curve and my bike skidded on a heap of sand and came to a sudden stop right in front of his house. Other than starting the bike by keying it and accelerating it I didn't know what would I do I if I ran into some mechanical problem. I didn't know how to handle the situation. There were so many things at stake
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