Life on a two wheeler

These days iam the custodian of a 150cc black pulsar (my friend here was unlucky enough to leave it behind beacuse of his frequent travel out of city) and indeed a very proud one too. The roads are ok, not kacchha nor pukka but settled with ruts. When I cut the throttle, its seventh heaven! Adrenalin pumping and heart overflowing with happiness, for a second I become the super agent in MI 2.
Music and speed is a deadly combination, you probably would share it only if you have felt it. The fast super sexy DJ mix feeding my ears with ecstasy and wooshing at 80+ kmph, world is just a glimpse, pothholes shy away from my machine. The wind takes my hair in its hands and i adjust to get the maximum thrust from air, aerodynamics or whatever.
The music changes to a slow love song and automatically i cut down the gas and then it is a mellifluous world. Its different, you get to see real villagers and actually down to earth ones, they proudly sport clothes which according to my calculations should not have seen water for a month. But i must say, they do toil like bulls in their fields, which maketh them proud...!Its a typical village that you might have seen in some old hindi movies and long forgotten, with lush green fields and huge trees bending down and kissing the earth with its branches. Young guys and gals sport their new bicycles, its a B&W Vaijayantimala scene... You get to hear all kind of birds chirping, singing and swearing. The ride on my two wheeler gives me glances from the passerby's. occasional traffic from herd of buffaloes or sheeps gives their sleepish looks. Breaking the silence and slumber of the existence, a wierd looking three wheeler shoots from nowhere, its got the most vulgar sound, what does one expect from a three wheeler? ofcourse a meek sound and yet what one hear is that of a helicopter(Omega to tiger: attack of flyers on sector 25, over and out!!). Fut-fut-fut and there it goes (Omega to tiger: flyers confused, over and out!!) pushing out the blackest smoke you could ever imagine, and I fill my lungs with carbon di oxide and what all gases god knows, taking 0.0001% of my life. This little green village is yet to be diluted with pollutants and it waits silently for its turn.
I woosh past life around me and the scene changes. I pass through a road touching the coast and i get the acrid smell of rotten fish and slimy mud. From here on roads are filled with traffic of blaring horns and unconcerned passerby's, its haywire and i wish i reach were i started. Life is like my bike ride, roads changes, surrounding changes, you are alone and yet has to move on.