Ten year before when my age was 32 years, the blood of youth used to flow very fast in my veins. According to the saying of the elders that it is the age when many mistakes are committed by human being.
Since I was also a human being. It may be probable that I am still a human being, therefore mistake was also committed by me. Don’t think that my hint is at my marriage because this mistake was committed by me long ago at the insistence of the elders. Not only this, after it two more mistakes have already been born in my house out of which the age of one mistake is two years and that of the other is one year.
The age of the mistake which I am mentioning could not be found even today but people told that its name is “Second hand motor cycle” which I had bought in great hurry owing to the excitement of my youth. When I bought this motor cycle, its owner told me that it is a second hand motor cycle and by the grace of God, it is very loyal.
I asked him “How can a motor cycle be loyal?” He said “What else could be the proof of its loyalty that I had left it at a number of unknown places in order to get rid of it but somehow it was sent to my house.
What should I say if I don’t call it loyalty?” On hearing this, I thought, now that the traditional loyalty is not found in human beings and not even in dogs, in such a case there is no harm if I get this loyal motorcycle.
The transaction was, therefore, finalized immediately. When the sale deed was finalized I wished the owner of the motor cycle to hand it over to me. He said, “Motor cycle is yours. You can take it whenever you want to by arranging a rickshaw.” I asked him “where is the need to call for a rickshaw?” He said, “Right now, I don’t have the complete motor cycle with me. Take half of the motor cycle now, the remaining half I will deliver it at your residence” when I wondered, I was told that half of the parts of this strange motor cycle are always with the mechanic.
At last, taking half of the motor cycle, when I reached home at the speed of one mile per hour, I was out of breath owing to my overwhelmed joy. My relatives and friends were informed that I have became the owner of a motor cycle and people started coming to see this strange motor cycle in large numbers.
One person refusing to identify the motor cycle asked me “Where did you buy this iron? I said, it is not iron, it is a motor cycle. He said “it has neither motor nor cycle in it. I see only iron here”. When I showed some remnants of a motor cycle from this iron, he while behaving like an ignorant man asked me” the circumstantial evidence and the relics prove that it is a motor cycle or it was a motor cycle sometime back but you did not tell me that at what rate per kilogram was this motor cycle bought?” laughing at his folly I said, how is that a motor cycle could be bought at the rate of kilogram”. He said, “But the kind of motor cycle you have brought, should be sold at the rate of kilogram only exactly the same way as meat is sold at butcher’s shop”. I did not feel like replying to that man because in my opinion, he was burning in the fire of jealousy. Another man, on seeing my motorcycle said”
“ I wonder that during the stone age also science was so developed as the dead evidence depicted by your motor cycle. Believe me that this motor cycle is perhaps the only memorial of stone age. It is a historical monument. Keep it safe more than your life and heart”. So, many people passed various remarks about my motor cycle and I shut my ears like the closed holes of the motor cycle meant for oiling. In a very carefree away, I engaged myself in making my motor cycle a ‘motor cycle’ I still remember those days when for the sake of my motor cycle I stood firm against the entire world. The day this motor cycle had come to our house, from that day quarrels started between me and my wife day and night.
My wife adopted an attitude which a co-wife adopts with another. She used to taunt me now by saying that you don’t care for me, you are wondering at your favourite motor cycle. There is no relation left between you and me. I have been reduced to the status of only a servant maid of this house. Who has free time to ask me my condition? Alas-! My life has been ruined. If I had known that you are going to buy a second hand motor cycle, why would I have married you?” If you really ask me, I had no time even to passify my wife because all the time some part or the other of the motor cycle used to engage my attention.
My wife understood it as a co-wife. Children thought it as a step- brother. Friends took it as my rival. The people of the locality considered it as an alien. At last the day came when my motor cycle got ready after repairs. I announced that my motor cycle is a living example of international integration because attached in it are the parts of the motor cycles of various motor cycle companies of the entire world. When I started this motor cycle, at once such sound started coming from the motor cycle that the entire locality became desolate. People ran out of the roads. I myself was surprised at this situation. A neighbour of mine peeping though his window asked me tearfully “What happened Sir-! Is it o.k. How is it that the sounds of firing are coming out of your house?” I told him with great pride. “Nothing, my motor cycle is getting started.”
Afterwards the residents of the locality got used to the firing sound but to ride this motor cycle was a daring act. When it started, it never used to stop and when it stopped it used to refused to start. I used to control the first situation, that is, to stop it after it was started I used to take the help of the walls and the foot paths to control it for stopping but when it used to refuse to start, I used to request the other persons to push the motor cycle from behind.
Once I had wished a friend of mine to push this motor cycle. He, therefore, started pushing it continuously. When he got exhausted badly and had no energy left in him to push it any more. He then, asked me. “How long should I continue to push it?” I told him applying to brakes to my motor cycle, “Don’t take the trouble of pushing it any more because the place where I wanted to reach has come. Relax for some time. I will go back from here but to get the motor cycle by getting it pushed by others was no less dangerous because often when people used to get vexed up after pushing it continuously, they used to push me instead of pushing the motor cycle.
After that I used to get started and used to go far ahead of the motor cycle. I used to cajole people saying “please don’t push me, push the motor cycle. What sort of non-sense is this. You are pushing me. People used to tell me is it not a non-sense to maintain such a motor cycle?”
In this way I used to be off before starting the motor cycle. As far as to start it by kicking is concerned, I used to strike more kicks than needed because when I used to get exhausted after kicking it continuously, I used to strike more kicks than needed because when I used to get exhausted after kicking it continuously. I used to spurn it and also used to strike blows from all sides. At that time, my anger used to be at its peak. I derived benefit out of this motor cycle only once. It is a matter when it was running continuously for a month. Its sound was so furious that after its passing away, for a long time one used to feel the sounds of cockroaches in to the ears for a longer time. That was the time when I used to perform night duty. At the late hour of the night, when I used to drive it in high spirits, the dogs used to refuse to bark under the spell of fear. I continued riding this motorcycle for one month and used to come back home late at night.
Suddenly, there came the Eid-Ul-Fitr. On the occasion of Eid, I had put on new clothes. I was sitting in my drawing room. People started bringing the charities of Eid-Ul-Fitr. Some people sent wheat, the others sent some money whereas a few others sent clothes. I was surprised what the matter is. I asked a gentleman why are people sending charities to our house? He then said “The fact of the matter is that throughout the month of Ramazan you have performed the job of waking us up for ‘Sahri’ by the sound of your motor cycle. It is your legitimate right to get the fitra charity. Don’t be formal you should get the wages of your hard work labour.
As a reward of this good deed, you will certainly enter Heaven. But, for God’s sake don’t enter the Heaven riding this motor cycle.” I could not tolerate this intense taunt on our motor cycle. My wife also threatened that from today onwards either she would stay in this house or the motor cycle. As a result of this threat I withdrew from my motor cycle and after that there was such a peace and tranquility in our life in which there was no sound of any motor cycle even in the remotest corner.