In the tapestry of our lives, certain moments stand out like vibrant threads, weaving a story that resonates through the years.

One such vivid thread in the fabric of my memories is the day I embarked on my first Bullet ride—a journey that transcended fear and welcomed the sweet taste of victory.

The story to remember

This story harks back to those days when the most beautiful moments of our lives unfolded — holding the Joining Letter of a banking job. The Bank was the “Bank of India,” and the place was “Jhumaritilaiya,” a town buzzing with discussions due to the popularity of the “Binaka Geet Mala in those days.

Transitioning from an educational life to a professional one, I was filled with new enthusiasm and zeal. Being single at the time, life was a joyful adventure.

Having no liabilities due to being the youngest at home, terms like worry, stress, tension, and sorrow were absent from my dictionary. My only focus was on moving forward in life, embracing love, and seeing myself as a hero.

On the memorable date of November 10, 1983, I arrived at the Bank of India’s Jhumaritilaiya branch for my joining. The branch manager, Sri. D. Ekambram, greeted me with great enthusiasm.

The atmosphere seemed perfect, and I felt like I had found the destination of my life. For the first seven days, being a Field Officer, I was involved in training myself about the Bank procedure for providing loans to villages and timely recovery of loans.

Field visit through Bullet Ride

One fine day, the branch manager called me to his chamber and informed me that I needed to visit all the nearby villages, connect with the farmers, and disburse loans according to their needs.

Additionally, a new Bullet motorcycle had been purchased for field visits.

I expressed my concern about the challenging roads in the villages, suggesting that a jeep would be more suitable. He chuckled and said, “We don’t have that much power.”

The reality was that, at that time, I hadn’t learned to ride a motorcycle, especially not a heavy Bullet. I conveyed my dilemma, mentioning that I had no experience in riding motorcycles, let alone a hefty Bullet.

Despite my worries, he assured me, saying, “No worries, I will teach you to ride the Bullet in a day.”

Looking at him with a pleading look, it seemed like I was wondering if there were no other choices. But as he was the manager, slim and only 40 kg but very brave, he confidently said, “It’s okay, I’ll teach you to ride the Bullet in a day.”

That was Sleepless night

To be honest, that night I couldn’t sleep properly. I knew that if I fell while riding the Bullet, breaking my hands or legs was almost certain. In such a situation, what would a lone person like me do?

Nevertheless, the next morning, I invoked the name of God, performed a thorough puja, remembered almost all the deities, and forcefully sought everyone’s blessings.

Around 10 AM, I knocked on the door of his house near the Jhanda-Chawk. He warmly welcomed me and introduced me to his newlywed wife, and then we left for the nearby village “Bekobar” with the Brand new Bullet.

The field-like terrain was challenging, but it was decided to learn to ride the Bullet there.

He made me sit on the Bullet and instructed me to slowly release the clutch. I followed his instructions, and with a few jerks, the Bullet began to slide on its own.

“Beyond Fear, Victory Beckons.”

I knew that if anything went wrong, I would fall, and my limbs would probably break. Yet, I kept my composure, gained confidence, and understood that despite not having a tall and broad physique, I could handle the Bullet well.

 The lunch that day tasted the most delicious. I still cherish the first image of that Bullet that was taken out, because that day, I realized that “Beyond Fear, Victory Beckons.”

BE HAPPY….BE ACTIVE….BE FOCUSED….BE ALIVE…

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