# **The Blind Ride: When Hyderabad Survived My Midnight Madness** *A “The Complete Magazine” Original Tale* Hyderabad of the ’80s had its own charm—quiet nights, buzzing streets, and one absolute menace on two wheels: **me**. Every night, once the studio shutter clanged shut, my faithful beast—the legendary ** Yamaha RX 100 **—would awaken. Smooth, loud, and wickedly fast. But the real twist? I’d slip on a pair of ** pitch-black sunglasses **—the iconic * Karamchand spy shades *—long after sunset. Not for fashion. Not for swag. But to *scare the living daylights* out of the city. Picture it: a lean silhouette tearing through the dim-lit streets, wearing sunglasses at night. Drivers froze. Pedestrians jumped aside. One guy even shouted, **“Arrey baap re! Andha admi bike chala raha!”** (Oh God! A blind man is riding a bike!) Little did they know—my vision was perfect. My intentions? Questionable. ### **The Real Fun Began When Someone Asked for a Lift** I had one rule: If the guy l...