I have been fanatical about bikes since childhood. Seeing the boys from the village riding motorcycles made me very happy. I loved bikes so much that when I got a little older, I pestered my father for driving lessons. He would refuse my request by saying that girls do not drive motorcycles, only men do.
I did not give up. I insisted to my parents that I wanted to learn how to ride a motorcycle. Finally, my father gave in and took out a loan to buy a Scooty, but I told him that I wanted to ride a motorcycle, not a Scooty. I did not even touch the Scooty and stubbornly pressured him for a motorcycle. One day, in a fit of anger, my father said that if I wanted to learn how to ride a motorcycle then I would have to earn it myself. His words stung me.
While preparing for government exams, I was working for a private company and saving up my earnings bit by bit. When I was selected to work for the government service, I moved from Jharkhand to Delhi.
After a few months, I bought my first motorcycle, a Suzuki. Even then I did not know how to ride it. With the help of a senior employee, I learnt how to ride a motorcycle. Slowly, I embarked on solo rides to Uttarakhand and Himachal Pradesh.
In the past few years, I have ridden all the way from the Rann of Kutch in Gujarat to Rajasthan, Punjab, Jammu and Kashmir, Ladakh, Himachal Pradesh and the Uttarakhand border on my motorcycle. The Ministry of Defence and the Ministry of Home Affairs have fully supported me on my border rides. Because of my respect for the Indian Army and in honour of my border rides, the Defence Minister of India, Rajnath Singh, nicknamed me “Border Girl.”
Today, my parents support my dreams and are proud of me.