George Menezes is shocked to see bicycles being used as the face of terror. This takes him to his good old days of cycling. [Hat tip:Rishikesh M]
In Dharwad, in Karnataka, where we lived for many years, I went to school in a “tonga” with four pretty looking Saraswat girls who lived in the house next door. It was a bit of a squeeze, with three of them sitting behind and one of them, Prema Sirur sitting next to me in front with a sweat-exuding “tongawalla” who mercilessly whipped the emaciated horse.
At that time and age I did not enjoy being squeezed between the “tongawalla” and a pretty Saraswat girl. So a few months later, I decided to go to school on a borrowed bicycle.
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