My Ranger Max

Ranzer Max. Credit Google Images.

Childhood is the stage where every single child has a passionate love with his/her toys or even belongings. As a child one just could not live without those lovely gifts that our parents buy for us, at times on our birthday’s and sometimes totally against there wish to avoid their offspring crying madly in public. Tough for parents though. It is like a custom or a birthright for children’s to blackmailing parents emotionally with their cutest crying for their much undeserved gift. However, parents do love the emotional blackmailing I guess, otherwise for why and whom they are earning.

Like all the naughty kids you possibly know or even heard of, I too was very naughty and can proudly put myself in that increasing list too. I never miss any opportunity to let my parents go without buy anything for me whenever we are in the market, whether they like it or not does not matter. Most of my toys and gifts are the result of my gifted ability to make them uncomfortable in public until they buy me my share/desire. However, most of the times I asked them to buy me cricket bat, as the sport is my first love. On every birthday I get two gifts, no, it is not like one from each (mummy and papa) but, it is my stubbornness that won me two gifts. I always want a cricket accessory as my first gift, another gift is depends upon the season, and what is hot among my friends. Other than my cricket gifts, one gift that I loved most was my Blue-eyed Bicycle Ranger Max, which I receive when I turn 10.

I remember that scene when we were at Gandhi cycles at Tilak nagar in pursuit of a bicycle that satisfy my expectations. I was in favor of buying a racing cycle, knowing me and my intentions my father strictly denied. He realize that if I get that racing cycle I will going to race around streets and possibly back home injured everyday. On the other hand, the shop assistant suggests me to buy some other cycle. I was wondering why my father and that assistant are so keen to choose bicycle for me that too on my birthday. I have to ride it , I have to play with it , I know better which one suits me and finally I don’t give them any rights to select my toy for me. HUH.  That was the first ever birthday where I did not able to get what I want and that was the first ever birthday on which I realize that my ‘gifted ability’ is no longer exist, as I was no more a kid now. Therefore, my father chooses Ranger Max and I end up choose the color only. For a moment, I thought that my gift is that color ‘BLUE’, as this is the only thing which happen to me with my wish on that birthday. Every thing else is against my wish though.

We reach home with my gift loaded in the rickshaw. I took some 20 rounds and roam around every single street of my colony. I was very excited to show off my gift to my friends. All my friends seem to be impressed with the choice of my father. Soon I too start loving my gift very much. I maintained it well, I handled it very well and my balance gets perfect on it. I performed lot of stunts with it, I won first prize every single year in my community slow racing event. I remember I start going to school on my Ranger Max, although my school is hardly 100 meters from my house. I was mad about my bicycle and had loads of fun with it. I never deny any of my friends to take a ride though I know some of them are jealous with my perfection and chemistry with my father’s choice. However, these great days with my best gift soon get over as I grow up enough to look funny & shy riding it, though I loved to. But, I do not want to become a reason for fun to others. In addition, I reach the age where Bike will take over the position of Bicycle in boy's life. However, I never get the bike yet. Soon my father’s choice becoming a burden, space consuming material and waste in my home and one early morning he sold it to our next to next door neighbor. That morning I really felt bad and realize how much that father’s choice but my bicycle matters to me. I have arguments with my father and told him how he could even think of selling it; it was supposed to be my property, moreover a gift of your son selected by you. For the first time I was very angry on him. Even today, I felt bad when I saw my gift parked outside my next to next-door neighbor and say sorry to one of my favorite gift. I STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU MY BLUE-EYED RANGER MAX.