Cycling In Delhi

Delhi's master plan has several masterly strokes and the flyover is a prominent one amongst them. The long journey across could have been pleasurable had these been made with the cyclists in mind. Bicycles are non-pollutants, do not emit smoke, leave no engine oil residue, are safe – cannot kill anybody – do not depend on petrol. A truly green Delhi should strive to reduce wasteful private transport and promote the use of bicycles. It's so simple.

By Rahul Banerjee, Indore A bald man in his sixties dressed in spotless white and starched khadi and kurta and pyjama riding a bicycle with a ramrod straight back - that was my first glimpse of Bohreji when I came to stay in the moribund Gramodyog Vidyalaya Ashram in Machla village thirteen kilometers from Indore in 1994. I had just come out of the deep jungles of Jhabua advised by my doctor to take time off from grassroots activism to get rid of the malarial parasites that had made my body their home.

Sometimes a particular image becomes so ordinary that you stop noticing it; until a set of eyes come along for whom that same image is not so common. Here is a picture by Cheeni I liked very much. An image like this would not have stood out for me, but for its suggestive title. Yes, this is the most reliable, widely used, labour intensive gas pipeline in India.

You can find a bicycle anywhere. Here is one giving good company to ancient history in the Patna Museum.

No reason but a lot of rhyme from the world's most 'undiscovered' site . Enjoy. by Frank Luke (Frank Luke) As a tot, I tooled 'round on a trike; Now grown-up, I can zoom on my bike. Through stalled traffic I zip At a quick speedy clip— Need no gas and I don't have to hike. by Jesse Frankovich This activity's much to my liking, And it's easily better than hiking. I'm employing my feet Yet enjoying a seat As I glide down the street—I am biking. by PGS (Holger Martin) The motorcar built by Carl Benz Once followed the bicycle trends, But mass motorization Led to traffic inflation: Now it's faster by bike, dear old friends! by Robert Holland (Robert Holland) There once was a cyclist victorious, Whose form on a bike was vainglorious; She never changed gear As men dropped to her rear — Her romp made her rump quite notorious. by Bill Middleton (William J. Middleton) Tim thought that his bike had expired. It fell over once more. He inq

Pooja Hiranandani, Bagalore, India Swapthgami Magazine [PDF] A stimulating piece of writing and one of the first pieces that inspired me to start this blog. I like the gentle purring of the wheels of my cycle as they turn on a quiet dusty road.