Originaly Posted By Leon_Nerd:
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Before you all come and beat me up let me say that this is not any anti-biker post. It is just a view from a different perspective. And, moreover something that made me think something that I never thought before. And I chose this title since it was these three words that started it all..

Although a biker, I do drive car when needed. Sometimes I just wanna relax a bit and instead of riding I sometimes chose my cage to just put on some music and drive around a bit. But, usually as soon as I get out things start becoming complicated, hectic and gradually so irritating that the whole fun is gone. Today again was one of those days when I started out in the evening, with some soft music on. And then as I started covering miles things started getting hectic and then finally to the point where I was hurling abuses like the Rawalpindi express.

Now the whole point of telling all this is something that made me think over while I was in my car. I was just hurling curses and then realized what I was saying - "What a f***** biker?". ..."Stupid Biker"...."Sala bike wala"..."I hate bikers". What??? I hate bikers?? I questioned myself that what am I saying? On one hand I am a proud member of the most elite biking family of India and on the other I am hurling these beautiful four worded abuses on bikers. But why? Why am I doing it? Is it probably because the cage-man in me is suffering? Every now and then some two wheeler will come close to me without caring about the proximity levels. If I don't brake, they will surely be hit. Everyone is in such a hurry that nobody gives a damn about the person driving behind them. Now, this includes lot of vehicles but I am going to talk about bikers only. Why? Again, because they were the ones who provoked this thought in me.

So, coming back to the abuse session, I was getting frustrated. And then I asked myself another question - Am I one of them when I am on my bike? I also sometimes might be one of those bikers who just want to go ahead irrespective of the trouble that I am causing to the person behind me. Yeah we don't like cages. But, should we make it apparent on the roads? Is the biker in me so proud being a biker that it's just me - the biker- whom I care about? I have tend to grow as a patient biker lately but when I look back I can see myself standing in the crowd of the bikers whom I was abusing. I was one of those who just used to weave around on the busy roads and then gave a pat on my own back while the people behind me were cursing me on the top of their vocabulary.
Yeah definitely that's the biker attitude and we are "supposed" to carry it but then I asked myself "Is it really necessary?". "No", came the answer. But, we just tend to be like one sometimes, even though unknowingly. I am sure I have caused trouble while biking. I am sure I have told the "drivers" to bug off and zoom away carelessly. But, then I also know that I have cursed bikers. I know that I have questioned the biker's attitude too. And, I know that when I was doing it, all I was doing was Questioning Myself. I was pointing finger at myself. And that's when I realized about the situation. The situation where I was caught between the two and unfortunately I cannot chose just any ONE of them.

But, then I guess that's the beauty of the situation. It is the race to out-do each other, either through a tangible race or through intangible thoughts for each other. The imbalance itself create the beautiful balance between the two school of thoughts. The scale is sometimes thrown towards the bikers and sometimes towards the cage-riders and the overall equilibrium is maintained.

So what's the point? Nothing actually except that the two perspectives will continue forever. It is like the Men Vs Women debate. Although they compete but still they maintain the beautiful balance that is needed for a beautiful life. How? Because somewhere deep down in their heart they respect each other. They respect each others thought. It was the realization of those few moments when I thought about it which told me how important it is to respect each others perspective. So, no matter with what attitude I go out, I need to make sure that my attitude remains coupled with gratitude so that no one, and moreover I, never
say those three dreaded words ever - "I Hate Bikers".