I had a chance encounter with a yellow Indian wasp while riding that brought the fear of God into me.
Though I am a fairly experienced in encounters with fearsome insects as I have my share of insect stings, bites and sprays during my childhood to adulthood, but their experience was nothing compared to this one.
It happened when I was enjoying a solo ride on my bike on way to Dehradun from Delhi.
I had just crossed busy suburbs of Meerut and was leading a snarled traffic thanks only to a bike, the sun was setting on a cold Feb day and people in their four wheelers were eager to head back home.
I had just entered the four Iane highway when I became aware of a moving object inside my visor closer to my left eye. At first I thought it must be some dust speck, since I could not position my eye to focus so near. But it moved again and by this I came to realize it is some insect.
It had come down from nowhere and positioned itself towards the visor as if to enjoy the scenery passing by. With just entered highway my first reaction was not to slow down but wait it out within a few moments I could manage to see that it was a yellow Indian wasp.
It did not take me too long to realize the situation; I was nearing triple digits on the speedometer so jamming brakes in panic on a busy highway was out of the question.
Next I thought to flip up the visor, but soon decided against it as opening the visor would let in a windblast and with it the wasp will be pushed directly over my eye.
An angry wasp near my eye a situation I wanted to avoid at all costs.
The wasp which was at the moment comfortable peeking through the visor as if admiring the constantly changing scenery, her comfort was probably the warmth inside the helmet, or maybe he/she just did not understand or care for the ruckus it had created by appearing into a tight scene.
Gladly my mind accessed all possible scenarios and decided to wait for all those moments that I needed to safely get away from the traffic and halt.
In those crucial moments I did not so much as blink my eyelid to avoid any unnecessary anger management by the wasp.
I opened the visor as smoothly as I could and waited for what it felt like an eternity for the wasp to fly away.
She did eventually, that flight had probably more to do with discomfort from the cold quite possibly not of that wasp’s intent to fly.
I sighed a relief and shut the visor back immediately before the wasp could change his/her mind and decided to ride along.
As I shifted gears towards Dehradun my belly brimmed with tizzy warm feeling over the scene of that wasp’s presence inside a very snugly fit helmet and what on earth motivated it to come out before my eyes just as I was speeding, I laughed at my successful and lucky escape…