Our city leaders don’t often get the credit they deserve. While one might try to excuse it by saying that there is only so much credit one person can give; and with the central government after every ounce of it, what can state and city leaders expect, the truth is that we are a bunch self-serving, selfish, entitled people. It is a harsh indictment, but the truth.
We have seen the days when city leaders had to explain to us, logically and patiently, upon our wanting to know where the footpaths were for people to walk on, that if footpaths were left for people to walk on, where would the same people park cars and put-up electricity distribution transformers? Did we need to ask? Could we not have put two and two together ourselves?
In all fairness, we may be self-serving, selfish and entitled, but we do agree when a logical argument is presented. And, in the face of one, that was that with footpaths and the desire for footpaths to walk on.
It was, therefore, a surprise when a few months back my good friend Rohin said that he had been walking on a footpath on the city.
But there is a back-story to that.
One fine day Rohin announced that he was in hospital as a result of injuries sustained in a dangerous adventure sport.
Now Rohin is a peripatetic traveller if ever there was one. If he is not in Slovenia he is probably in Japan and if he is not in Aurangabad he is probably in Masai Mara. He writes extensively on his travels and if someone wants travel guidance from me, for whatever reason, I merely point them to his blog.
Believing he had discovered some new destination for adventures sport, I excitedly asked him those three detailed questions. In the excitement of talking about adventure sport, rarely does one worry about the condition the participant is in.
I am a nature enthusiast, at least to a degree. I have a great regard for people who test their physical limits against nature, in a respectful manner. Whether it is mountain biking, or rock climbing, or open-ocean swimming, or white-water rafting. Like Rohin. In an ocean of push-button, or picture-postcard, or even hired adventure, such examples stand out.
“In Gurgaon, where else?”
My face fell, realizing that it was not another exotic locale that I could aim for. But then, on realizing that I did not have to spend money to get to Gurgaon, as I was already there, I brightened up.
“Outside Max Hospital,” he said, responding to my fourth detailed question. Perhaps realizing that that did not satisfy my curiosity, he added, “on the footpath.” Perhaps realizing that I was still not satisfied with his answer, he added, “I was walking on the footpath outside Max Hospital with my daughter. After some distance the footpath ended.” My ears had perked up when he said he was walking on the footpath, but I could only say, “Ended?”
“Ended like ended. Finished. Ceased. Concluded. Stopped.” He paused as if to ask if I needed more synonyms.
“I felt the breeze in my hair as I descended six feet into the gutter when the footpath ended, with a thud. It was more exciting than a bungee jump. In a bungee jump you deliberately jump, here the ground vanished from under your feet suddenly. Can you beat the sense of that thrill? You will not get such broken bones and bruises them so easily even at the best adventure sites in the world, that too for free.”
I nodded. I have done some adventure sport in my time, and I could understand what he was saying. It was beginning to make sense. While we had been mocking them, city leaders had been quietly turning the city into an adventure park.
An adventure park not like Appu Ghar, the water park, where one needs to strive for adventure, and one is conscious of it. But an adventure park where adventure can come from anywhere.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
I now knew that one could walk on the streets once again, at least in some places. Seeking adventure for free, I set out immediately after hearing about Rohin’s adventure, to seek mine.
After not having found adventure on Golf Course Road, M G Road and even on the Old Delhi Road, I finally found my adventure yesterday, just when I was beginning to lose hope. Or, perhaps, my adventure found me.
It found me on the humble stretch between my home and the South City-1 colony market, less than half a km away, on the way back.
The footpath having been consumed by parking and an electricity distribution transformer as per the vision of the founding fathers, the road flooded after ten minutes of light rain, I was making my way through a dump yard that, I believe, was meant to be a park. My adventure found me as I tripped on a wire stretched across the path, barely above ground level, at the exit point of that park.
Thank you, city leaders. Together, we can make our city a popular destination for adventure sport. On second thoughts, why together; you have it in you to do it all by yourself.
My trophies from the adventure are displayed here:
29 thoughts on “Adventure Sport”
I hope that after more reports of accidents are hitting the city fathers, they will finally see the light and take action.
Sorry about the delayed response, Peter.
I hope so too. At this point the only light they seem to see is the glitter of money when they are awarding contracts for public works.
Here in America, we’d be suing. How about you?
Sorry about the delayed response, Jacqui.
I guess we are not at that stage of evolution yet 🙂
Good point. And who really knows? The famous treadmill on which we were running hard to stay in the same place, has sped up, and we are beginning to go backwards.
You are lucky the city fathers don’t fine you for disturbing the wire. (I hope all is well.)
🙂 Thanks for that. I’d better go back to the ‘scene’ and make sure it is exactly as when I entered it and that others have equal opportunity for the adventure. How dare I have all the fun!
A first. I have never seen a trophy for participating in an adventure game hung on (or wrapped) one’s knee and not the neck.
I sincerely hope you recover quickly and that this injury isn’t a permanent one to your knee function.
Thank you! Looks like an old-fashioned gash that should heal on its own.
I guess I have the wrong attitude. When I stumbled into a pothole and almost twisted my ankle I didn’t find it very adventurous. 😀 Sending healing energy to you! 🙂
I’d rather have the wrong attitude than a twisted ankle or broken bones 🙂
Thank you for the wishes _/\_
True, cities are becoming adventure centers. I hope you recover sooner. Thank God, your bones are intact.
Thank you _/\_
Is it just swelling or did you get stitches. Stitches and the concomitant scar stand up well when it comes to adventure certification as in “Do you want to see the scars?”
Two gashes, on the right knee and right elbow. Thankfully nothing broken and no stitches. How much remains of the trophy remains to be seen 🙂
That is a shame. Either way.
I’ll be more careful next time 😉
It is not fair you ventured to adventure alone….ahem, I mean………… your golf clubs would feel rather left out and miffed , am sure !
You might recall that I took one of them, probably the wedge, along when I went swimming in the pond on the 9th at ITC a few months back 🙂
Very sorry to hear of your fall. Sounds like it isn’t too serious, though I guess your knee will be a bit stiff for a while. As regards the adventure, well it takes going on ‘a trip’ to a new high. Or this that low??
As for the authorities perhaps you could write to them and say ‘Wire (sic) we waiting for you to sort this out when we pay you to deal with these matters?’
Looks like you can suffer aggro in Gurgaon. As aggro is a part anagram perhaps this is the problem. Get rid of the aggro and just call the city Un instead.
Thank you! I survived. Like I said a few hours back on yr blog, if it does not kill you it makes you stronger. Now need to test my enhanced strength. City fathers, here I come…
Treated , dressing applied. No problem, surely ?
Ideally, no repeat adventures on a UK footpath,
though waiting times do give injuries some time to heal.
You don’t get to be a founding father without vision. Ours had the vision to provide for hospitals at many turns, especially where electric transformers block footpaths and roads get flooded after ten minutes of light rain. So, I was able to get it dressed in no time. Sadly, my experience on UK footpaths has never been as exciting. 🙂
Finally, someone on WordPress who can appreciate beauty 🙂
Great sarcastic humor, on the tenor of Jonathan Swift. Urgh, no, you don’t want an “adventure park” in the city! Take care!
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Speechless! Was trying to say thank you but couldn’t find the words, or letters.