It’s almost been four months that I have been planning to buy a car. But I don’t know when will the decision making process will end. Its not that I ‘need’ it but surely I ‘want’ it. My reason behind buying a car is not solely restricted to its utility but there are several funny angles to it too. They may seem to be idiotic but at some point of time they strike at you.

Time to add on wheels: I love my bike and may be it loves me too. After all, together we have explored almost every known and unknown get away destination in Maharashtra. Aur kabhi isne mujhe beech raste me dhoka nahi diya. Infact this bike has been so possessive about me that noone apart from me can even start it. That’s why my bike needs me more than I need it. Its almost been five years that I have been riding it and it meter reading has reached close to 40,000. But since the time I have shifted to Delhi, this girl friend of mine has started ditching me. Kabhi wheel nikal jaata hai, kabhi band ho jaati hai. It has spent less time in my parking lot than it has in workshop. That’s why I need to shift from four gears to five. I need a break up.

To build self-esteem at traffic signals: Often when I wait for the traffic light to go green, I see these vendors selling magazines and Sai Baba statues. What’s extremely annoying is that these vendors would never request a two-wheeler rider to buy their products. Even the beggars would beg from the car owners. I mean come-on even riders have few pennies to offers. They are not that poor. Are they?

My last trip to Hardiwar was a pain in a**, quite literally: It’s been long that me and my colleague (a long time friend too), Amit Singh were planning to explore new get away destination. Thanks to HR team that we have the privilege of two-days off. On a Thursday night, both of us were sloshed. From 10 in the night till three in the morning we were drinking, drinking and drinking. And then suddenly I said, “ Yaar Amit, chal Haridwar chalte hai kal.” There was another friend of mine who was accompanying us on the daaru table. She said with sarcasm, “Tum log bus bol sakte ho, jaane me hawa nikal jaati hai.” When a girl challenges you its no more an option but the war is on. It’s about your ego. Nashe me the, bol diya jaana hai to jaana hai. So we started at 5.30 in the morning on my bike. Since we had presumed that the road would be atleast like Mumbai-Pune highway so our journey won’t take more than five hours. But all our estimations went wrong. At 9 am we were still struggling with Delhi traffic and the moment we entered UP, the roads seemed as if it led to hell and not the most sacred religious destination. To cover a distance of 240 kms it took us more than ten hours and bumpy ride ensured that we slept for the next one day. Our butts were paining so much that we had to regularly flip our sleeping posture. Then I decided — Agli baar tub hi kahi jaonga jub gaadi hogi.

I want to show off: Obviously not to Delhi people because to be a Delhite its necessary to own a car but to my friends. As far as I know, no one in my group has bought a car. So I could be the first one to be a proud owner of a not-so-swanky but a car.

At least some form of luxury: I am still living in the college days. I stay in a one room set rented flat. There is not even ventilation in it but that’s all I can afford. Dirty house, socks in refrigerator, eating out, and a music system that for long is crying foul. I mean though I am decently paid but then why I live as if I am beggar. One of my friends once told me, “ Maan le tere liye shaadi ka proposal aata hai. To ladki wale kyaa kahenge? Ladke ke paas na ghar hai, naa gaadi. Hum aise ladke ko apni ladki kyu de.” Her question hurt my self-respect but at one point I felt she was true.