ISSUE 01 | JANUARY 2020
I made some friends eventually and somehow
managed to get a bike from them to practice.
Initially, it went very tough because without
any formal training; I was attempting those
stunts; riders there used to laugh at me, but
then seeing my determination, they taught
me the techniques that brought confidence in
me and became a stunt rider.
I came to Pune to study, that's what I had
told my parents. And to please them, I had
taken admission in Commerce stream but
didn't go to college, and the entire day I used
to practice.
I started taking parts in small competitions,
which eventually rose my confidence being
as a stunt rider.
In a few months, I was being recognized as
the youngest and the only female stunt rider.
I was living my dream and earning too, but
still buying my own bike was a challenge.
I come from a middle-class Muslim family,
and my father was then a taxi driver.
Generations to generations in my family
nobody have ever gone out of Lucknow to do
something which I was doing, so it was very
obvious of my family for the objection they
were taking for me doing stunt riding.
My father and me are bit close and I told him
that I have earned some money by doing
stunts here and require some more money to
buy a bike, somehow I managed to convince
him for the bike.
I bought TVS APACHE 180cc, obviously
second hand but it was my own.
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Buying my own bike was a challenge, but
"where there is a will, there's a way." With
my own bike, I started practicing even more,
and earning money, which I used to get it
from my performances.
Stunt riding is not easy, you fall, you get up,
again fall... and that's how the process goes,
sometimes you injure yourself or sometimes
your bike, but both need to be fixed. I could
fix myself but not my bike, so I used to fix it
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at the mechanic, but since it was a daily
routine, I had to learn some basic
mechanics, to save money, which I did.
My journey was never easy and still it is not.
Passion for riding was extravagant that I took
a year break from my studies to fuel my
stunts full time.
With a lot of hard work and sacrifices, I
started getting calls to perform on well-
known platforms. In one of the event, I called
my dad to see me performing but told not to
inform mom.
It's a risky and dangerous sport. Everything
went well till the time I was doing my routine
stunts, but as we say "ONE MISTAKE AND
YOU ARE GONE," something went wrong,
and I fell out of balance, and the jerk was so
severe that it broke my both the ankles.
I got 13 stitches in my left leg and 20 in my
right, and I knew I would have to stay away
from my bike for quite a long time.
My father got scared so as my mother when
she came to know about it.
All my hard work, sacrifices, and convincing
came to an end. My parents said strict NO to
riding and created immense pressure on me
so that I could come back to Lucknow.
Like a bird, I was flying in my world, so how
could I let one crash snatch away all my
dreams from me. I decided to stay back and
joined Fashion designing.
My parents were not at all happy, and they
stopped all the financial aid which they were
giving me.
I can't explain how I survived!
A 18-year-old girl with a bike and her dreams
without a single penny in her pocket and an
unfamiliar city, and I can't blame it on my
parents for doing that because I come from a
middle-class, orthodox family and a small
town.
Like any other parent, my parents also
wanted me to study and get married to an
excellent Muslim guy.
Neither they were wrong, nor was I; it's just I
wanted to fly and fulfill my dreams.