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Down South

2009-05-30T00:43:00.007+05:30

Four days, 2095 miles and six states.

Firstly I want to say, I love south, the place, the people, their slow and sweet accent, everything about it!!

Day 1: 751 miles (New Jersey-Pennsylvania-Maryland-West Virginia-Tennessee)

I am a lazy and a long sleeper kind of specie, I need at least 7 hours of sleep for me to function properly. But when it comes to road trip, :-) I sleep less, I ride more. I woke up at 5am and was on road by 6 am. I had a long way to go this day, plan was to do 750 miles to reach Tennessee the same day but since I hadn't done that long distance before, I was'nt sure so did not book any hotel but generally I don't book any hotels because I don't like my trips to be exactly planned and pin pointed. I just keep a rough idea in my mind of the places and then explore which is much more fun and adventurous!!

I worked on my motorcycle myself this time. I changed the disc brake pads, the brake fluids and engine oil myself. I had a little trouble with it but everything was fine by the end of it.

Few hours after I started, I saw the brake fluid leaking from the sealed container which gave jitters and like always, I forgot to keep the spare bottle of brake fluid with me.

In the afternoon, ride was tough, I was so sleepy that I had to stop every 40-50 miles for 5 minutes but then, later in the day when the rays from setting sun starts falling my face, I felt fresh!

Reached Tennessee by 10 pm after 16 hours of ride and as I said adventure begins...no hotel around, the place was like jungle and I do not have any other place to go after wandering in and around the sleepy town, I found super 8 motel. The hotel was in the jungle, it looked like a haunted place and the two ladies at the counter looked so scary to me. One of them was in her 30s, she had a strong face with strong face texture and her voice did not match her look and build it was so chirpy that I got goose bumps, the other was in her 50s and looked horrible. The reception room had antique stuff all around with few molds of wild animals. Anyway I took the room keys and unpacked everything from my horse and went to bed by 1 am.

Day 2: 311 miles (Tennessee-North Carolina - Tennessee)

This is the day I was really looking forward to. I did Dragon (Deals Gap). Dragon is a US Hwy 129 which 319 turns in 11 miles it has been rated as top 10 scariest highways in USA by Forbes Magazine. Adjacent to 129 is Cherohala Parkaway which is equally fun, long sweepers. I did Dragon twice that day, I almost had an orgasm I must say. Real real fun!!! I camped that day on the mountains. Can you imagine wireless internet inside your tent in the jungle where there are not even proper phone signals ? :)

Day 3: 602 miles (Tennessee-North Carolina-Virginia)

This was another long day but I did not expect the route to be as interesting as it turns out to be. One of my friend was also coming to Virginia beach to join me. For one reason, I was happy, for another, I was'nt, because that breaks the rules of vagabonding, when you want to be alone and on your own!!! :)

Day 4: 395 miles (Virginia-Delaware-New Jersey)

When leaving from Virginia to Delaware, there is a 20-30 miles long bridge over the sea. It's amazing to have laid the bridge on the sea. Imagine you are driving and all you see is sea all around you, no earth!!!

I 'm leaving on my ...

2009-05-21T20:26:00.014+05:30

All my bags are packed
Im ready to go
Im standin here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin
Its early morn
The taxis waitin
Hes blowin his horn
Already Im so lonesome
I could die

Well, except the woman and love part, feelings are same.
The dawn is breaking and its early morning,
my rocket is waiting,
I'm already so lonesome
I could die
I am ready to go....

Usually I never write before a ride or may be I never got any chance to do that.
It's been a long long time that I've done any multi days ride. I don't even remember when was the last time. Though I'd go for Sunday morning rides every other weekend but that don't give me much needed high or raise my conscious level that much.
Other reason I love loooooong and multi days ride is that you don't have to worry about coming back to this world unlike during short rides. After all, we all want to escape ..don't we? :)
So..it's that much meditating...

But I'm happy I finally got one... otherwise I would have gone mad.
I'm so fragile when I'm in this suicidal world unlike when I am vagabonding in the other side of the world where there are open and never ending roads, vast sky above your head, rubber on asphalt, the scorching heat, dry deserts, gigantic mountains..all of the beautiful nature!
that time I'm strong...come what may...I conquer it! and I hope this time too, I will...

Cheers!
Lonsomecrow

Latika's Theme

2009-05-05T23:15:00.026+05:30

My eyes twitch, they twitch hard and it's growing, it's growing like everything else in this shithouse, the mind, the body, the soul, all in different directions, all wandering in their own way, in their own directions and are uncontrollable. I mean what have you become? A joker in this mad world? All day you talk nonsense, you do nonsense, you give nonsense and you take nonsense? You are insane, a mad dog.

You wake up in the morning and wear your mask, then you roll yourself completely into that fabricated skin, and step into the mad world.

All day long, you don't know what you do, or why you do what you do? and when the day is over, you realize that all you did is nothing but waste, a complete waste of everything. By the time you get back to your swamp, your insanity level has crossed its threshold. You curse over everything, everything that you have got and that you haven't got and why you haven't got what you haven't got and then you start hating everything and everyone in this world.

And when dusk falls over, you take your skin off, your mask off and lay down on your pad and then you remember to take a deep breath, a comprehensive deep breath, and while you're sailing deep down into your breath, you hear the silent yet sharp sound of reaching desert storm in the midnight, a sweet symphony that sea waves make, you feel that warmth and soothing touch of desert sand as if it is beneath you, you feel the mild touch of cold wind from the sea shore on your skin, the midnight blue sky right in front of your eyes is your space!

With every deep breath, you're becoming one with your root, heart and crown chakra.
At this moment, everything is washed out, you have no memory of nothing, there is complete silence inside, a complete comfort, there is no desire, no hope, no will, no feelings.
This is your moment, for you. At this moment you are ONE with it, at this moment, you are home!

First ride of the season

2009-04-06T08:00:00.014+05:30

O' Well, I do not write about all my rides unless there is something special to mention. But what the heck? I am gonna write about this one (but this is special too, the first ride of the season ;-) ).

It's been fucking 5 months, 5 fucking months, fucking months 5, that I did some rolling on the roads and you know how much I love roads? :-) I love fucking roads, I fucking love 'em I get the same urges out of it as when you look at some sexy bitches arse', when you look at those poppin' cleavage of her's and its really very hard when you are deprived of both of them at the same time...You know what I am saying right?? ;-) ..yeah you know it!! its everyone's guess..

But yes, I really felt so good, so very fucking goood!!!

Summers usually starts after Mid of March every year but this one took really long to come. I was waiting for a sunny Sunday for long time and here it is, little windy but that's ok' ...thats perfectly okhey!!. Sunday morning rides are always good, so I decided to take a little roll...

Planning is also a good and funny part of any short or long trip...you just feel so free...just look at the map...point anywhere you want to go and boom!! roll on!! ...

I mapped out some 150+ miles trip to the Delaware Water Gap and High Point.

Since I hate interstate highways, I took the other route, the scenic one through the mountains and parks and jungles ...

Wind was killing me little but that's ok (Yes, soon I 'll have to fix windshield on Gandalf which will make my life easier for looong rides that are on the way this summer, wann bet? :) !! ).

Couldn't get much time to frame shots...just few.
Reached early home by 1 pm and wow I have half a day left of the weekend...swwweet lord!! :-)

This ride is special and thoroughly enjoyed it...

try to get lost!!

ek chalis ki last train (pooja express)

2009-03-18T10:03:00.016+05:30

Delhi Cantonment railway station, 1:01 am February 21st 1997

In frustration, after loosing three coins, I took a piece of paper and started writing a note "This machine does'nt work, please don't waste your money." and pasted it on the fancy glass box on top of the 1st generation weigh machine at the station.

"Abe kya kar raha hai yeh? koi dekh lega" Gulshan said.
"Machudai" I said.

Both were sitting silently at platform #1 for few minutes and then Gulshan hugged me, bid goodbye and left the station for his home.

This station was very small. It has, may be, only three platforms and you will rarely see any person on the platforms. There are lot of useless and trashed locomotives and boggies on the tracks and hundred of slums around the station with no fence to it. Very few trains stop here and fortunately one of the few trains that goes to north India, pooja express stops here and that too for exactly 2 minutes. So if you are talented enough, you will make it to the train or else...

"Yatri Krupya dhyaan dein, Jaipur se aney wali Pooja express, do ghantey deeri se ayegi. Deeri ke liye khed hai." Lady announced on the loud speaker.

"Maki aankh" I mumbled.
Took my small black bag, hung it on one of my shoulder and started walking towards platform #2 where exactly the train was supposed to stop for boarding.

I took one loney corner and sat on the bench nearby.
And as I was about to close my eyes for a nap, I heard a voice,
"Bhaisahab yeh pooja express issi playtfarm pe ayegi na?" an old man asked.
"Haan shayad, patanahi ayegi to, ..." I said.
"Aap kahan jaoge?" said old man.
"Mein, Jammu. pooja mein jaunga" I said.

He took the seat next to me, put his small black bag on the bench, took out small box and started eating.
"Aap khaoge?" said old man
"Nahi, aap khao" I replied.

"Itnio bheed hai pata nahi seat milegi ki nahi" I said " ap sleepermein ja rahe ho?"
"Nahi beta mein to AC mein jaunga, pass hai mere paas."
"Oh k."

"To beta dilli mein naukri karte ho?"
"Nahi, padne ke liya aya tha"
"acha..."
"Mein lakhnauu ja raha hoon kissi se milne" old man said "waisey mera ghar to delhi mein hi hain."
"acha..."
" 2 behne hain meri ek vasant kunj mein rehti hai aur doosri yahan sadar bajaar ke paas rehti hai."
"Kabhi kabhi milne jata hoon unse"
"To aap kahan rehte ho?" I asked old man " to aap yahan kaam karte ho delhi mein?"
"Nahi beta ab to mein retire ho gaya hoon. mein pehle railways mein kaam karta tha."
"aapki family bhi apke saath yahin hai ki lakkhnau mein?"
"Nahi beta, meri kahan ki family mein to akela rehta hoon."
"Akele?"
"Haan beta"
"Aapki family kahan hai?" I asked.
"Wahi meri do behne aur kuch reshtedaar hain delhi mein."
"Nahi mera matlab apki biwi aur bachche?"
"Mere bachche nahi hain, shaadi hi nahi hui." old man replied in a shaded tone.
"oh acha ... lekin shaadi kyu nahi ki?"
" bas beta mein to karna chahta hoon abhi bhi lekin nahi hui. mere maa baap ka jaldi dehant ho gaya, fir sar pe jimmedaari aa gayi bhai behno ki fir unki shaadi karwayi. Baad mein meri behne bhi apni family mein busy ho gayi aur aise hi time nikal gaya."
"Ohh.."
"Nahi...abhi ladki dhond raha hoon." I shook my head as old man said this.
"Abhi akele koi khayal rakhne wala to hona chahiye. mein railways mein achi post pe tha bahut paisa bhi hai, lekin kya fayda? socha tha bhai behen ya reshtedar kahi karwa denge rishta, lekin sab apne parivaar mein busy rahe aur meri shaadi nahi ho paayi, beta ab kya bataien."
"Ohh.."
"haan lekin ek rishta dekha hai , wahi ja raha hoon lakhnauu mein. Ladki ke ghar waley maan gaye hain, thodi umaar kum hai ladki ki 19 saal. Par uske ghar walo ko koi problem nahi hai...thode paise maang rahey hain...mein de dunga."
"Oh acha..." I was clueless about what that old man was talking about.
"To beta apki ho gayi shaadi?"
"Nahi abhi to mein pad raha hoon" I smiled.
"Beta, kuch bhi ho jaye, shaadi zaroor karna warna baad mein koi nahi poochta, tumhari ghar waley, rishteydaar, dost... koi bhi nahi." Old man said in heavy voice and sighed.

For some reasons, I was always scared about the thought of marriage, even a thought of it was like a nightmare for me.
But today, when this old man said those words, I don't know what happened to me, something has just changed inside me.

He was like 72 years old and looked weak.
"Beta, train ayegi to bata dena, mein zarra let leta hoon." He slept on the bench.

I helped him to get on the AC boggie, before I tugged myself in to the General compartment. It was 3:30 in the morning and after standing for 3 hours, I got to sit on the floor near the door. Door was open and fresh air from outside kept flirting with my hair strands and washing my face. I was looking outside, the ever changing view of light, of darkness, of cities, of villages, of roads, like I was chasing all of them, like I was chasing my dreams in all of them. My mind was blank, rather in a neutral state, a state of comfort, a state of disbelief, state of pain, a state of relief.

To the mountains

2008-09-03T08:39:00.013+05:30

Another day is over and wasted. Proving none of my worth at work, I escaped just on time from work and pressed the button on lift with downward arrow. TING!!! Lift opens its door to me and I see nobody inside except an old man with worn out tuxedo on him, unshaven face and non matching white P.T shoes. I greeted him but didn't get any positive response. He looked at the Diet Coke can in my hand and said something to me which I couldn't hear because of the latched earphones. I pulled right one out and ask,

Sir, did you say anything?
Yes, you know this is the second most popular thing in the world?
What thing?
The Coke..
Oh ok...
Did you know that?
Yes...no no...I didn't (I smiled at him)
Me_: So...what is the first most popular thing in this world then?
Old_Man: Jesus Christ...

Lift opens its gate,
Good night...
Good night.

Last weekend was long one...Labour day on monday and I had a nice trip to mountains all alone, all by myself.
Initially it was planned by me as motorcycle camping trip of 3 days. Doing camping at two sites in Maryland and West Virginia. There is another desi guy in my apartment complex who has got Yamaha V-Star 650cc and wanted to join me for the ride and also my bOngali room partner wanted to be pillion with me. So I was all excited about the trip as I thought this time I would'nt be doing it alone not because I am afraid of being alone (I prefer to ride alone on most of my rides) but sometimes you want to be with the company of human beings. But I forgot that Human Being is a vicious animal.
At the very last moment both of them backed out fearing that they cannot ride that long or whatever. I mean what the hey?? Get a bigger balls, pals!!!
I have seen 3 guys buying motorcycle here (2 of them got inspired by me) just for the very heck of it, they will put some nice pictures on orkut and lure few bitches. Later, all of them sold their bikes.

Ok, who cares? you backed out, alright!! I don't care....I have done it before I will do it again and I would be fine all by myself.
Man, People are crazy, not to be believed.
And then I remember my favorite line from one of very old my favorite T.V show FATICHAR,
"Yaar Fatichar, tu itna emotional kyu hain???"

Little depressed about the whole thing, I could only start at 10:00 am. I didn't buy the tent thinking I may need little experience before I do solo camping and tent pitching. Rode some 350 miles before I called it a day in Maryland moments after I crossed the Pennsylvania state. Most of the hotels were full but luckily I got one room in a hotel near the rocky mountains.

Next day I woke up early morning, did some rough map planning. I have a GPS too but map is a map ...nothing can beat it!!!
Early morning ride to the West Virginia George Washing Mountains (Route no: 129/93/33) covered with clouds was just amazing. The best thing about mother nature is that once you are into her embrace you do not think about any thing in his world, you feel so blessed!!

I took route 33 all the way to the Shenandoah National Park Skyline. You cannot drive faster than 35 mph and once you are stuck behind the cars, you are screwed. Seriously. No overtaking allowed but just for 30 miles stretch. After that I enjoyed twisties completely. Then opened up map and marked few off roads through the mountains, the roads less taken ;-) and followed it!

It was already 5 pm and I hjad plans to stay somewhere in Harrisburg, PA and then travel rest of it on Monday..that is Labour Day but then I thought why not ride it all today and rest whole of Monday since the Virginia highways I-78/I-81 are so very inviting. And just did that and rode 560 miles to home. On the way, as always saw many riders and exchanged greetings. Most of the riders do it and that's what I love about it... a Motorcycle brotherhood, it knows no boundary, its Universal. If you're struck somewhere on the road, they will stop and ask you if you are alright or need any help except those Har(D)ley guys with attitude. They don't bother, they have their own HD fraternity which is what all they care about. Most of them just ride one way and trail it on truck on return. Sometimes I have lot of fun, like whenever I see them on road passing by me, I just rip off the throttle in front of them and in seconds they are out of my rear view mirror's sight. My Gandalf is powerful, Even I don't use its power most of the time (Like speding 200kmph or wheeling etc etc which this cycle is capable of doing that and even more...)

I think the feeling of just possessing the power and not showing it off is just great!!! and as they say, It feels like god!!!

Managed to click few pictures here

Solo ride to Hampi-Badami

2008-08-22T23:10:00.011+05:30

This is from one of my old trip logs and thought I'll log it here in my repository. Like my all other posts, this too doesn’t make much sense and has very bad English composition.

I also did a long trip from Bangalore to Goa in 2007 I guess which was quite an adventurous but never got any chance to write it down. I hope one day, I will.

Well, I had a plan for Kanyakumari on 26th Jan weekend and I was feeling lazy enough to plan the details. And, today, on 12th Jan 2007, two weeks before, in a meeting with my lousy managers, i came to know that coming monday is off (makarsakranti, i guess). I mumbled, “Hampi it is! “, it did’nt take a moment, it was spontaneous. And all said is done. I did not find enough time to plan the route and other details for this solo ride to Hampi and badami from Bangalore. I brought cramster bag from friend and packed my sack Friday evening. Well, surprisingly, I bought nano iPod that day. My dream of looong solo ride was about to come true. I was feeling happy and I don’t remember when I closed
my eyes.

Next morning, amazingly I woke up fresh, early in the morning and that too before my mobile could buzz me off. Got geared up and put the cramster on my machine.

In a moment, I was on NH 4, first ray of sunlight on my face, refreshed me as never before. The thump of my machine was charging me on and the roads were driving me good. I was feeling great, far away from the maddening crowd. And yes, how can I forget my new possession? My Nano iPod, aah! And the first song it played on shuffle mode was,

I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame

I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name

Aaah! So true and it all seems like a dream! I had no plans like where to stay, take lunch etc etc. So I drove till chitradurga at one shot with few pee breaks :) . Chitradurg is some 200km from Bangalore and Tumkur comes midway.

I kept riding till I felt hungry for lunch and then I found one road side sardarji’s dhaba. I took a smooth turn and parked my bull outside dhaba and ordered lunch and before that, I asked them if I could get a cup of tea. Sardar was friendly and going chatterbox. Asking like what are you doing, where you working? I said some private company and he suggested me to work for TATA company instead of working in private company may be he was refering TCS. Well, who cares, mein haan mein haan milata gaya aur itni deer mein mera lunch bhi aa gaya.
It was good. I belched, paid the bill and shook hand with sardar ji and started for Hospet, a place near hampi, where I was planning to stay. I reached hospet found a nice hotel to relieve myself for the day remaining. After I checked in, I remember that sardar told me that there is one dam in hospet which is worth visiting. I took bath and changed my dress and left for dam in the evening. With iPod spinning my head, night city lights and with blank mind, I was driving towards dam. I reached there and parked my bike. The dam was big one but entry on the road over dam was prohibited. So only thing to see was the fountain show behind dam. I went there took some pictures and came back. Then I realised that there is a road to hill top beside the Dam. It started itching me, wondering what could be there on top? i said “Lets see man”. It was already pitch black but I rode over the hill, through the ghat roads throught the mountain to the top and it was amazing!!!. When I reached on hill top, I found a VIP guest house and a watch tower. I took gurad’s permission to go to that watch tower, he agreed. And WOW! Everything I could see from watch tower was like a dream with city of lights, the dam and the river so big like an ocean and again I realized my iPod was playing,

“All around me, I see what weakness has made
Too much tomorrow, I think I’ll take all today
Am I a poison, am I a thorn in the side
Am I a picture perfect subject tonight

And I dont need nobody
And I dont need the weight of words
To find a way to crash on through
And I dont need nobody
And I just need to learn the depth
Or doubt of faith to fall into”

Next morning I woke up early in the morning as I wanted to catch first sunrays on monuments. It was 15 minute drive from Hospet to hampi. I parked my bike, roamed through the hampi and took some pix then took my breakfast and left for another part of hampi and returned back to hotel as I had to leave for badami, same day. Badami is some 150km from hospet. I took my lunch relieved some and started for Badami at 4 pm. Road was not in good shape for few kms, but later, to my surprise, road was in really good conditions and so the surroundings. I kept driving with sweet music humming in my ears.

Again I stopped at kushtagi for tea. kushtagi is 60km from hospet, you can take left turn from here to Badami but I lost that turn and moved ahead. So after driving few kms I took left turn for Gundulpet which leads to Badami. It was already dark by this time. And by dark I mean pitch black, and not a soul around. But again, the road was too good and I slowed down little bit to enjoy the drive with music till I reach Badami. I reached Badami at 9 in the night. And to my dismay, all hotels were running full. I struggled for 1 hour, checked every damn hotel in the city but no luck. Then I thought I may have to sleep outside but then, all of sudden I saw one guest house and I asked the guy standing on pourch for room, he said, saar all rooms are full. Then one guy came out like a saviour and said that he can arrange one bed for me.

Day 3, I woke up early in the morning again and went to museum and caves in Badami, took the pix and returned back to hotel and packed my cramster for return journey.
I was running out of time, I had to take the same route back home, it was already 12 in the noon and I had to ride 500 odd kms. So I started at 1 ‘O clock and took my lunch at the same sardarji’s dhaba and was back on road with final goodbye to sardarji.
While riding back, I was singing along:

mein hoon pyar ka musafir
dil khush hai aaj mera
jahan mile mohobatt
wahin mera basera
mujh ko mile safar mein
kuch dhoop kuch sawera
yeh arzoo hai paoun
kuch chaon kuch sawera
manzilein meri door hain kahi
lagta nahi dil mera yahan
mujhe janey do wahan…

I reached peacefully at home 11 pm in the night. Like always, this journey has changed something in me and the feeeling that can’t be expressed in any word in this world. I just feel good. That’s about it.

Pictures: here

Mar Adentro

2008-08-19T22:36:00.012+05:30

Its about the day when I first watched the trailer of "No Country For Old Men" back in 2007 winters while chewing those fatty acid gums and killing my precious arse lying over sofa.

I was so moved by it and with this guy with weird hairdo (Javier Bardem), that I had to drag my lazy ass to watch this movie in theater. And wow! I was fucking bowled over by his performance. Even though it was so obvious that the movie's gonna be a joyride as its directed by Coen Brothers, this guy surprises you with his amazing screen presence and out of the world performance.

Okay, I am not trying to write any movie review here and fail miserably.

All I am trying to do is explain the reason I watched the Spanish award winning movie "Mar Adentro" (The Sea Inside).

Though this movie has won many awards, the real reason I took my precious time to watch this movie is because of this dashing Spaniard "Javier Bardem".

Mar Adentro is a true story about Ramon Sampedro (Javier Bardem), who's condemned to life as a quadriplegic. Its about the struggle (of almost 30 years) of this man's desire to die with dignity (euthanasia ).

Ramon' was an extraordinary man who also inspired his lawyer, Julia and a local woman to achieve something beyond their wildest dreams.

I loved this movie and again stunned by Javier's performance. Go watch it!!!

Now I can't wait to watch "Before Night Falls" which also led him to win many best actor awards.

Before Night Falls is powerful glimpse into the life of famed Cuban poet, homosexual and novelist Reinaldo Arenas (Javier Bardem). This moviespans several decades in his eventful life and also stars Johnny Depp and Sean Penn.

Now I am not forcing you to watch these movies... ..its your call..

...and as Chigurh's (Javier's character in No Country For Old Men) trademark phrase goes,

"Call it, friendo"

Sweet Rendezvous

2008-07-14T20:13:00.003+05:30

Speedy highways, monstrous trucks and nasty cars has always given me bad time on the highways and I actually had enough of it!!!
Also, I couldn’t wait any longer to meet my dream machine. Initially, I had plans to buy it after I get married or end of this year (of course whichever is earlier ;) ). But once the bug bites you, you can’t wait and so couldn’t I.

After a lot of research and being little lucky, I clinched a deal in Atlanta, GA. I was mostly looking for something in far away state so that I could get to ride it back( as always needed REASON to ride :-P ).
And Wow!! now I had to fly down there to Atlanta, finish the paper work and ride back…sounds awesome!

I had a choice to wait for 2 weeks and take 3 days to ride back 1010 miles (Monday was holiday) but the urge was so high, that I took chance to ride 1010 miles in 2 days and booked the ticket for the same weekend. Also booked a room in Super 8 Motel for Friday night.

I will see you tomorrow

Packed my stuff in a small bag. But one panga was, that how would I carry the riding gear and my helmet? Shall I wear it in the plane and impress the air hostesses? Not a good Idea. So kept everything in a bag which is to be checked in.
Took a subway from wall street and got the cab from queens for LAGUARDIA airport. Flight was 2 hours late and I reached Atlanta at 2 am. Somehow reached the motel and fell asleep.

Vinil, old buddy from college also lives in Atlanta and I thought its a good idea to meet him too. I called him up and he wanted to accompany me to that place I was visiting as he was little afraid of me going alone to that place.
He showed up early in the morning while I just had finished my morning chores. I took my riding gear along and drove to the place. Finished the paper work and now it was the time to meet my new love, Triumph Rocket III Classic a 2300cc/146BHP and 800 pounds beast.
Owner was little afraid and Vinil too that how would I ride this monster back home so far away? But I had the faith in my love ;) . I was suppose to finish the paper work by 10 am and start my journey back by 10:30 am or so as I had only two days time. But it was already 1 pm and also Vinil wanted me to visit his place and have lunch with him. We drove back to his place, met his buddies had lunch and few photo session with my motorcycle as everyone wanted a piece of that big daddy :).Bade goodbye to all and started my sweet journey back home.

It was already 4:30 pm by now and I knew that no way I can make it to the half point by today. So I decided to ride as long as I feel comfortable and avoid the night driving and may be stay in Charlotte, North Carolina which was 300+ miles away.

I made it to the NC, found a motel to sleep for the night. I could have ridden little more in the night as the motorcycle is such a darling to ride to. Its fast, its heavy but stable and just don’t want anyone on its back, just want to runaway…quite like me huh? ;). So stopped early as I wanted to have a good sleep for tomorrow’s loooooong ride some 650+ miles.

Tonight, I shall sleep at home

Got up early in the morning and was ready in few minutes as I knew I had a long way to go today.

Fresh air from the green mountains of Charlotte was magical and I always love the early morning rides. Back on highway and crossed North Carolina in 2 hours. Then I entered the lovely Virginia, lovely scenic highways with no heavy traffic around. I stopped at McDonald for quick bite and top up the tank. As I stopped, nearby I read a board saying ”Virginia is for Lovers” but I read it as ” Virginia is for lovers, what the heck are you doin’ here?”

As I got my burger and drinks and was looking for the place to sit, I saw this old man waving at me I guess asking me to join him. I took the seat next to him at the table. He just wanted to talk to me and I do not know why may be he just saw my motorcycle outside. As he started talking to me about the things, I noticed his deep blue old wrinkled eyes. He was Vietnam veteran and had his own truck business few of which he used to drive all around the country over the years. But now he is old and taken over by his sons. We shared few thoughts about traveling, wanderings and human values and pseudo philosophical shit. I shook his weary and cold hands and bid goodbye. I was happy to put smile on old man’s face.

Outside, it started to rain a little but it felt good after a hot and humid day of ride. I pressed the power ON and was on the highway again.

Crossed beautiful Virginia, entered Washington D.C. This place is damn crowdy and heavy traffic. Later I got struck in the traffic congestion. I was so tired after 4 hours of continuous congestion from D.C to Maryland, Delaware and Jersey. Only the music saved me :) .

Way behind the time and it was around 11:30 pm when I entered Jersey. I again stopped for some time at the rest area and yeah how can I forget, it was bloody raining too. So wasn’t just tired, I was wet and tired and that really sucks. I was shivering like a poor puppy in the rain and it reminded me of the road side dhaba tea that we use to have during the rides back home …ah I miss it! but I had to be content with angrezi coffee.

Midnight 12:30 am now and I am still on the wet and dark roads chasing the trucks and cars, and sky and moon and stars. Finally, reached Jersey City and was on the toll tax booth to pay the toll and this lady from inside the booth, saw my ticket (you get the ticket from where you get on to highway and have to return when you exit based on that they count tax) and was awestruck to see the ticket which says entry point virginia and asked ”You are riding all the way from Virginia??” I said “yes” . “You must be crazy to do that…are you crazy?” I smiled and she again yelled ”Are you crazy?”. But one thing that she didn’t know was that I was riding all the way from Atlanta hehe… anyway I was dead tired after 17 hours of continuous riding 650+ miles in rain and traffic.

Reached home and parked her outside the Garage. I changed the clothes and fell on the bed as a lifeless body.

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul’s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find…

-Shakespeare

Ukulele

2008-05-06T08:18:00.016+05:30

First time when I heard it, I knew I am in love with it and I had to get one. So last Sunday I browsed through different music shops on 48th Street but this damn little instrument is rare to find. After I got home, I did some research and found one place in Brooklyn where I can get this.

So today after work, I took the subway to Brooklyn. I got off the subway to the streets of Brooklyn and pulled my blackberry to find the directions while (as usual) music was humming in my ears. I am totally in love with this city! I love to walk the Broadway for miles without caring for anything in this world.

Brooklyn is a little downtown type area crowded with Hispanics, Blacks and Italians. But still its New York ;) and the aura of the place is so great to feel. This music shop where I was heading to, looks like to be in some secluded place. Anyway, after some time, I took left turn to the 5th Avenue and suddenly I felt like someone is following me. I turn a little and see few black teenagers giggling and may be following me. I just ignored them and kept walking. Just few secs after that, someone grabs my neck from behind and brought me down. Before I could realize what is going on, I got some sharp hit on my head. And I was attacked by three teenagers. I punched this guy who was grabbing my neck but someone hit me again on the head from other side. One of them said "Gimme your phone" I said "No way..."

At that moment I thought I love my blackberry more than my life and I got another hit in my head. One of them was holding this steel ball tied with a rope with which he was hitting me. I knocked one guy down and try to run to the other side of the street, but I see that the other side of street is scary area to run to with no one around to see and I thought okay, may be life is more precious. I stopped and they again caught me and snatched my BlackBerry. And before I could realize, the blood was all over my head, shirt and face. There was a black lady and one white lady came running to me for help. I sat on the stairs of the nearby house, holding my head with hand to stop the bleeding. This other black lady was calling 911 and explaining the situation to them. And white lady kept asking me "Oh my god, are you okay?"
"Are you losing consciousness?", "do you feel any dizziness or drowsiness?".

she gave me her old tee to hold my head with. I thanked her. I wasn't feeling much pain though there was lot of bleeding. And moments later NYPD car came in and cops started taking my statement and asking for definition before the ambulance could come.
As I was still sitting on one of the stair case, I heard the ambulance coming and one medic comes out of the van and took the readings (BP etc etc.) I wiped my head with towel that this white lady gave me. I thanked her and black lady who called cops before ambulance took me to the Hospital. I was taken to the doctor and before doctor could treat me, detective squad came in and started bothering with those stupid questions.

I got few shots and six staples on my head. I left the hospital for home but on the way I thought "I came all the way here and suffered all that and I am not going back without getting what I have came here for" So I went up to the shop, bought it and walked to 14th street to catch my train back home. On the way I saw a DVD shop. I was looking for this movie called "Into The Wild" for long time but could'nt find it. So I asked the salesman to find this movie for me. He searched all over and could not find it. Before leaving, I thought let me have one look at the shelves may be I'll find it somewhere in the corner and voila! I found it. And salesman said " Sir, today is your LUCKY day." I said "Well, yes!"

And here I am back into my hole, playing C minor and G major on my Ukulele...

2008-02-19T05:35:00.024+05:30

In this country, there are 999 reasons to not to buy Motorcycle and there is only ONE reason to buy. I think that ONE reason makes more sense to me than all other.

I always loved the feeling of saddling up my steed, forgetting about the world-ly things and leaving for nowhere...

Anyways, there is lot been happening over the time LIKE I fucked up my website, completed three decades on this planet, added more trash into my room and many other countless shit...and I couldn’t find enough time to engage with you, Dear Blog.

So here we go with the details...First of all I was wondering why the hell I fucked up my so called happy Life and left my country?? why? well...I think may be my drifter soul can't stay at one place for long enough...reason being, may be I create so much of negative energy around me that I cannot carry it over. Whatever it is, I had to drift, I had to get lost; which is what I am best doing at and I did it. Later, I realized that happiness or what we call PEACE is not relative to the dimensions or space. Or I can say PEACE is nothing but the AURA that we create around us.

I couldn’t resist drifting and finally after much thought, I bought my ride. It took me sometime to connect with it before I could start enjoying its company. It’s exactly like developing an association and relation with someone before you enjoy each others company. It was really hard to go out and ride. People who ride in this country or specially in the east coast, generally don't ride in winters (Nov-March). I bought some warm liners and kept riding in winters even when the Mercury went down to -16 C.
Whoever use to see me on the road from inside their heated Cars, gives me that pathetic look like they were saying " What a NUTCASE?? " . Well, I don't give a DAMN about it.

The Interstate highways here are as fast as we can imagine and are like death tracks, one small mistake on these highways and you are gone. In a way, I think, lately, I am just being risking my life but then that’s the FUN...living LIFE over the EDGE...I think it gives you that HIGH you need outta life. It reminds me of my Himalayan ride days when I rode all over the gigantic mountains, deserts and through glaciers for continuous days with no extra gears/help, without any company; where the roads were not proper to ride and live landslides... one wrong move could take your life. And that’s what the REAL fun is... that’s what makes you feel you are alive and makes you realize the worth of life and time.

Every time when I am about to reach home from my ride, My emotional quotient is so HIGH and I make it a point to log this ride and the experience. But all this energy goes neutral the moment I enter into the NEZ* .

Anyways, few days 've been real good fun when I was on the wheels. Summers coming up soon and I am hoping to do it more...make new friends...see more places...kill more time...

I think if I write more, I'll just heap up more SHIT...

Try to get lost...

* Negative Energy Zone

2008-02-02T05:12:00.001+05:30

Ulysses: What'd the devil give you for your soul, Tommy?
Tommy: Well, he taught me to play this guitar real good.
Delmar: Oh son, for that you sold your everlastin' soul?
Tommy: Well, I wasn't usin' it

- O Brother Where Art Thou

I got my Mojo back...

2008-01-29T06:07:00.001+05:30

Hitman
Originally uploaded by crowGraphy

A joker's "L"...

2007-11-15T09:29:00.002+05:30

All I Want -U2

war

2007-09-30T02:10:00.001+05:30

They say war is a bad thing. I don’t think so. I think war is a good thing. In fact I see a strong possibility of world war III in coming years. And this would be the last war of the world that we’ll know…a nuclear war. I think North Korea will trigger this war. I may be wrong, but i have this hunch.

Anyways, i was saying war is a good thing. Imagine tomorrow war is declared on us. Then what would happen? Everybody will be called to join Army and serve the country. I would be the most happy person as i always wanted to join Army. But above all, i would be happy because we all will be together and fighting for the same cause, It would be like we all are back into college life. Eating cheap food in the Army mess, sharing the rooms and bathrooms, waking early morning and going for the drills and then on the fields for missions. Imagine what a fun it would be when you would go for a mission. You will have nothing to worry about…your career, future, family, ego and other goddamn things. You will just be free in the deserts with heavy army uniform and guns given with freedom to shoot any damn body you want. We will have a map, vehicles, arms and brothers. We’ll sit together on the desert ground and chart out the strategy for the mission. All day long we will fight, get injured, killed, kill and survive. And then when dawn fall, we will find a shelter in the desert jungle and lit the fire. We’ll get drunk, play guitar, sing, dance around the fire. We’ll discuss about what we did with our life after college and how we screwed it. How we missed each other, how we missed everything that we had in our young times. We’ll talk about everything from our lost love, to lost brothers in the battle fields. And next day morning we will wake up hearing the gunshots and dropped bombs from the planes flying high up above in the skies. We’ll shake hands with looking into each others eyes as we’ll know that today some of us will not make it to the night for the toast. And then we will disappear into the battlefields to take our positions with the troops and fight.
We’ll not be afraid but happy that we will live today the way we wanted and die the way wanted our end to be…

last bus home...

2007-09-08T06:27:00.001+05:30

Every night when i leave my office for home, i walk to the bus stop and whenever i walk, i start thinking, thinking about all kind of shit in this world. I put on my cheap FM/AM radio to avoid but it does'nt help at all..with every new song, i start thinking about every new shit. but i love it, i love my last bus home...i mostly catch the same time bus, so obviously the driver is always same and so the people who travel in it. This develops a kind of association, a strange kind of association, you talk with each other without speak a word.

This driver, is a old white guy may be around 55-60 yrs, has grown his mustache and beard. I don't know his name but i would love to call him "Joe". I kind of like him ...whenever you board the bus, he welcomes you inside with the smile and when you get off, he will always say "have a good day/night" I kind of see a father figure in him. Then there is another old black lady who boards from the first station i guess and sits next to the driver. She laughs like a Dracula ...sometimes she scare the shit out out of me when i am sleeping after a hard day's work. I don't know what to call her...lets call her "Aunty D". She always crack a joke or laughs over the joke cracked by someone else sitting around her. Then there is another sweet girl who boards the bus from mall, i guess she works there as some certified technician....whatever...but she is sweet, very young, 20-23 yrs of age may be. lets call her "Anna". So, Anna is sweet... I always stare at her from the last seat. It makes me feel so young, so good.

And then there is another punk who boards the bus from very next stop ...he looks like a gay to me but he seems not ...he wears a short hairdo, always hang an aviator light-brown glasses over his head, wears a cunning look, sharp eyes hunting for girls all the time. ummm lets call him...i donno...lets call him "dude" for the time being. "Dude" always tries to talk to Anna and i kinda hate this...and Anna too and aunty D too...i mean whenever he see some women in the bus, he try to catch her attention and start bothering her. I must see "Dude" off the bus sometime....motherhucker...anyways, there are many other people who comes in or out of the bus but they are not regular except the people i mentioned above and "Jannie". Now, who the fuck is Jannie? Well ...Jannie boards from the next station... :-)

She always wear her glasses whether its a day or night or whatever. She is chubby but lovely. First time i caught her attention when she was walking inside the bus for the seat towards me and she smiled when our eyes met. Only later i found that she was smiling for someone else on the other side of the phone ...whatever...i kind of like her. I kinda hooked ..man..to her ;-) she sits next to my seat and i always daydream/night dream while sitting behind her. Today she was wearing white top and maroon(ed) skirt. Jannie was eating something and was trying to open the bottle cork but could not open it. I thought this is the time dude... ask her for help..ask ..ask...and "tappp"....there she opened the mother*****r cork. I heard someone yelling " loser!!!" or may be its just my imagination...or whatever...

I love it all....i love to see outside from the big window glasses of bus, i love skyscrapers outside, reflection of sunlight from hudson river, falling on them. I love dark empty roads, streets and city lights.

I love to fall asleep on the back seat with my head resting on the big window. I love to listen my FM which plays Led Zepp stuff most of the night time. One by one everybody get off the bus. My stop is almost at the end of route. last 15 minutes of it is like i am alone sitting in the bus with Joe on the driver's seat. One thing about Joe i liked is that he never looked tired even though he is aged, even though he drives that big blue bus all day long...i wonder.... and i wonder about so many other bullshit things in this goddamn world...

Joe: "hey" ...(Joe stops the bus and shout as i fell asleep again....)

me: "ohh....thanks Joe, see you tommorow...have a good one"....

Joe: you too buddy...

This world is a...

2007-07-14T09:59:00.000+05:30

When you are in a hole, your (empty) brain makes more noise, and these noises are what i am trying to throw out to the void, while i was walking on the streets in the tipsy evening. A thought among thoughts is, that i feel i am a clown and for that matter every damn body is a clown in this world. There are two types of them, one who know they are clown, but pretend not to be, others like buffoons, know that they are clowns and they behave like clowns. Everybody is born clown, but some remain so...like this guy with a mole on his left cheek, with his expressive eyes (as they say), but in reality they express nothing but despair and emptyness. I want to confess today that i am a clown, can't you see those marks on my face with lips sticked red with white colour surround them?, with a red cherry grown on top of my nose? and my fairy coloured hairs? don't you laugh on everything i say or everything i do? don't you say "hey dear clown, your life is a parody". Yes, you do notice that and one thing that you don't notice is that you too are a clown. May be clever than me, may be ring master beats you less with hunter, but we all obey his rules. He sends you to this circus to perform and survive. Once you finish your show he is gonna see you backstage. May be at that time you will realise.

Do you remember when you were a child and saw this wild dream that you are falling from some hill and that you are gonna die? but then all of sudden you wake up and feel happy that all that you saw was just a dream and nothing is gonna happen to you and you go to your mother and sleep on her lap which makes you forget that wild dream? But today you are young and grown clown. Today when you see the same dream and you wake up, you realize that this is the truth and we can't escape it? and you have no mother's lap to comfort you.

Dude you finish your show and your game will be over. You will vanish to the void, like thousands of your thoughts. You are helpless, disgraced and a befooled clown. You don't run this circus, you don't get second chance and ringmaster is harsh, he is gonna put you in hell. Having said that, i feel anyways i know i am gonna go to hell, why should i perform at the stage where thousand of phonies watching you.

See, dear blog, i never wanted to confuse you. My point is clear. I accept to be a clown but i will play on my terms, on my stage for my audience and i don't work with ringmaster, i defy him, he is a liar, ditcher and punisher, don't you remember his spiralled hunter made up of horse hairs and buffalo skins?

Today all you have is this limited time on this stage called "World".

"This world is a circus and we all are clowns and clowns."

Ghost rider

2007-05-08T12:01:00.000+05:30

What da hell….saturday night , no high? and i am gonna waste sunday also? But what to do? Its already 10:30 in the night….

So i decided i’ll go for a moonlight ride on Old Madras Road on the outskirts of Bangalore and will ride a 40 or 50 odd km, and come back fresh enough to get a nice sleep.

I pushed the kick rod and 500 cc thumped out the music that i always love to listen. And the engine was revving up on outskirts of Bangalore in few minutes after.

I love night drives, the yellow street lights lightning the empty roads, the dark sky, the dusky moon looked like a brim of white light god throws on you, the avenue and all this was here with 500cc daemon beneath my ass.

I took off my helmet to feel the fresh air on my face. The strong gush of air on my face, was just washing out all the pain away…and i felt like i am listening some kind of opera…i could hardly see anything except few yards on roads but after few kms i was on the road where there was nothing except a dark road….i could hardly make out but there was dry fields on both side of road, small rocky mountains all around and that unique smell of air that i always love to smell.

And while all that was going on in my mind, i realised that i am 100+km away from Bangalore and it was already 12:00 am in the night. And then i saw this milestone which says Chennai 260kms. I called up nikhil and he said come down to Chennai. While talking to nikhil i realised that i am standing just beside the graveyard and there was not even a vehicle coming on that road, i was all alone …man i kicked my machine hard and ran away.

I was wearing nothing except my loose 501 Jeans, slippers and a thin Tee and i was shivering like a poor puppy in the rain. But i decided to move on and i rode with my chest wide open facing all that.

And then while all this was going on my mind, i saw a turn again to two direction. One to Chennai and another to Tirupathy in AP. I donno what happened to me and i starting thinking which direction to take to? Chennai? where i have been many times before or to a new place in AP? Tirupathi? But atheist like me….how can i expect something like that from myself? But i don’t know since last few months, i had this feeling that i should go to Tirupathi and i don’t know why? Hmmm was confused and then i called Nikhil….it was 1:00 am and nikhil did not pick up the call and then i heard God calling me . So…..i …took…. left…all the way to Tirupathi…

I reached Tirupathy 5:30 am in the morning , took a hotel to get some sleep before i go to the Hill top where there is this famous temple of Balaji, Lord Venkateshwara!!!!

But the moment i closed my eyes, some guy knocked my door. It was tough but i opened my eyes and opened the door. This guy with a ugly smile on his face asked “Saara, hot water is coming take a bath please”. God…i just slept and why the hell would i need the hot water to take bath in AP where the mercury was rising upto 45 degrees? Bastard… i smashed the door on him without saying anything. After an hour i guess, again some bugger starting knocking my door…uffff i was’nt even able to open my eyes but i opened the door. Again a new guy with same ugly smile “Saara, Tea Saara?”…Bh****dika….i would have killed him for sure…..anyways i could not sleep properly and i woke up after 2-3 hours, took a bath and went up to the Hill.

The road is great to Hill top… well maintained. After i reached there i come to know that you need to be there in a queue for “Darshan”…ok…i went there and pass through the security and entered the waiting Hall and what i saw there left me numb..a thousand of people waiting for their turn….and i was like..GOD!!!…then someone told me that you can get a 50/- ticket and save some of your time….i went to 50/- queue and this security guard stopped me and aksed for the tickets. I thought i will pay here and get the tickets but to my dismay….tickets has to be taken from all the way down the Hill…..And there i lost my patience…with naked foot, i walked out.

I took a lunch and after lot of thinking, i decided to move back as i had to attend the Monday office meetings and i could not drive after another night out.

I came back with sad feeling and it was hot like anything. On NH206, the strong hot air like fire, was hitting me hard and making me weak.

I was on NH4 after few hours and felt good, the rain god were kind …

Then rest of the route was enjoying….i stopped at CCD, rode through the serene roads, flowers falling on the road and cold air….wow!!! and boy…i was singing loud…straight from my heart …talking to myself all the while, making music for the songs i have written and bumping……aah i reached Bangalore at 7:00 in the eve and felt fresh!!!!!

-Crowie!!!

Land ho!

2007-05-04T16:59:00.001+05:30

Grandma loved a sailor who sailed the frozen sea.
Grandpa was that whaler and he took me on his knee.
He said son Im going crazy from living on the land
Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sand.
This old man was graceful with silver in his smile.
He smoked a briar pipe and he walked four country miles
Singing songs of shady sisters and old town liberty
Songs of love and songs of death, songs that set men free.
Ive got three ships and sixty men
A course for ports unread.
Ill stand at mast, let north winds blow
Till half of us are dead.
Land ho!
If I get my hands on a dollar bill
Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill.
If I get my hands on a number five
Gonna skin that little girl alive.
If I get my hands on a number two
Come back home and marry you
Marry you, marry you.
Land ho!, land ho!
If I get back home and I feel all right
You dont baby gonna love you tonight
Land ho!

-Doors

Motorcycle Diaries

2007-04-24T16:04:00.001+05:30

Excerpts from Diary:

Sunshine on my wings…

Well, here I am, on the fly, with sun shinning in the sky, on the Boeing wings, over the blue earth. And I am all set to set my dreams true. I am leaving….

I am happy for daring to do what I love to do, for living the life the way I wanted to, some, if not completely. Out of nowhere this thought has come into my mind that why we regret for what we don’t have? Why we forget to make most out of what we have and enjoy? There are millions of such thoughts that come into our mind. I think its upto us to be happy or not…to live the life or not…..

Ow! lest I get emotional….leave it…..anyways feeling happy…will reach Delhi tonight and then tommorow morning will get my steed unloaded from nizamuddin station and then load it back

And then will start my journey… first of its kind ….chalo that’s it for today…..by the way have ya ever watched sunset from over the clouds? No? fella you are missing out something great!!!

Day 1, 1:20 pm, IST, Nizamuddin

I woke up early in the morning after having sound sleep, went to nizamuddin station and felt good to see my Gulabo there without any damage. I took the packing off, paid some bribes and left for Karol bagh to buy the panniers and other necessary tools, but to my surprise all the shops were closed, reason? “Delhi election”. Heck…..i had this hunch somehow L . I parked my bike in front of one of the closed shop and sit beside the closed shutter watching the empty streets and cursing my luck. Then pushed off and decided to roam around Delhi. I had been to Delhi many times before but this time I was here as a touristJ . Dressed up like tourists, goggles, camera in one hand and and laptop on my shoulder….i went to India gate, humayun tomb, took some pictures and then came back to my room. Then I remember Anukaran from Nagpur bullet club gave me the number of few Delhi Royal Beasters. I called up Avinash (The Chief) of Beasters and asked him for help. He was kind and asked me to call up in the evening…

Day 1, 9:29 pm IST, Nizamuddin

Back after getting some work done. Gaurav from Royal Beasters came to my rescue and lend his panniers. Had a nice little time with him then drove on the beautiful Delhi roads on my steed, a long time dream come true!!…went to India gate also, sat there for a while. The place looked beautiful in the night, as I imagined. The “Jai Jawan” stone, eternal flames burning around with the view of south block behind was amazing; it brings back the patriot in you.

Got all the necessary medicines, few maps, topped up the tank, had dinner and now back for nice sleep. Tommorow early morning I will start my journey. I may join beasters for their 5th anniversary ride to some place around Nainital but not sure which way these dudes gonna take. Still I don’t have enough tools and could not wait till Karol bagh shops will open at 10:30 am so let’s see if I could get some in Meerut… till then, driving on luck …J. Now have to pack my stuff… so for today, good night diary!!!

Saturday, 9:09 pm IST, Nainital, Kumaon

So I missed yesterday dear diary. Ok, there was a funny story behind it. First let me tell you in detail about the journey of last two days. Well Friday early morning at 6 am I started from Nizamuddin towards Meerut. Through Delhi ring road, watching the sunrise I crossed Delhi border in few minutes and reached Meerut. Hey I told you na that I was running on my luck without any spares? Yep I called up Rana from Meerut and asked him if he could find any Enfield showroom in Meerut through web. He gave details and I reached Tamanna motors in paccha park, Meerut. I waited there for 30 mins as I reached lil’ early and then got few spares and changed my Air filter. I left for Lansdowne through Bijnor-Najibabad-Kotdwara. After kotdwara, there are beautiful hill ghats (Shivalik Hills Range) to Lansdowne. On the way you’ll find Tea stalls and other shops but beware while driving, people are crazy the way they drive there. Lansdowne is basically nothing but a small village of pahari people on top of one of the shivalik range hills and the main attraction is Garwal regiment and its training centre. I reached pretty early there and again had to fight for a room. Finally I got room with three bedsJ. I thought okay, three beds …fineJ. I was lil’ tired and jumped on bed. I opened my eyes when I heard knocking on my door. “Sharmaji, darwaja kholengey please? I opened the doors and saw this hotel guy with a big fat moustache geek. “Sharmaji kya yeh yahan pe ruk saktey hai ek bed pe, koi problem nahi hogi apko please”. I was sleepy and said “okay dude get in”. Fatso brought his luggage and the moment he opened his mouth, I knew this guy is punjabi and first thing he said after he entered,“Mein ji zarra toilet hokey aaya mennu piles di problem hai” . He came back in no time and another thing I find about this fatso is that he can’t close his mouth and a typical phattey baaj chatterbox without caring if other guy is listening to him or not. I was‘nt paying any attention to him and was just nodding to whatever he was saying. He started telling about his business and other stuff. Initially I was lil’ afraid if this fatso is some kinda HomoJ. Mein soch raha tha sala raat ko pad gaya mere pe to mushkil ho jayegi, kisko awaaz lagaunga in paharo mein?. He was talking about anything , about his life, the places he went to like germany, spain, italy and how he use to spent his time. Like how he bonks there with some funny stories in funny language called Punglish (Punjabe and English).

After some time I felt comfortable thinking that I am on the safer sideJ. He told me that one day in Germany, he was sitting in his hotel room and put on his TV and played some porno channel and then suddenly TV remote got struck and he called up reception. Then a lady comes to his help and he said “TV working not, remote problem” lady fixed it in a moment and the moment it got fixed, the TV started playing same old porno channel. Fatso said he just hide his face with shame but the lady asked “You like this stuff?” he said yes and she said “ok, you call me later”. Fatso called her and fixed the rate 70 Euro for two trips J…..Hmmm stories like this you know. I had to wake up early in the morning but if this guy would allow me his mercyL. Then I dusscussed the route with this guy and came to know that I have to go all the way back till Najibabad to reach Jim Corbett park. I walked outside for few minutes, talked with pahari people; I love pahari people …myself being a pahariJ. We finally slept at 12 in the night.

Next day morning again I loaded my steed at 6:30 am and left. Early morning climing down the Hills felt good, had a nice Tea made in pahadi style. On the way in Ramnagar I luckily saw the spare shop and got foot pump, screw drivers and plier. Now I had all the stuff for fixing puncture.

I reaced Corbett at 12:30 pm and came back to Ramnagar from there I took NH to Nainital. Again the roads to Nainital are amazingly laid. I reached Nainital at 5 pm and negotiated a good deal for nice room. Went to Mall road, had dinner in sher-e-punjaab hotel and now I am back to hotel. By the way if you like non-veg food then sher-e-punjaab on the mall road is nice one and must visit. Chalo decided the route for tommorow and going for some sleep now.

Sunday, 8:42 pm IST, Bagheshwar

Hmm this time I started little late in the morning at 8 am reason being I liked the hotel room and wanted to take enough rest in that beautiful place. I filled gas and was on mall road in a moment. From there took a turn towards Bhowali which takes you to the Mukteshwar route. Again the roads were nice till 24km before Mukteshwar but the road construction work is going on. But I loved the drive to Mukteshwar. Reached there and took some rest. Well from Mukteshwar you can get the near view of Himalayas and that will leave you mesmerized. There is a small walking lane which takes you to the rocks on top of the hill. I took my bike through that that small lane, parked it in front of forest officer’s bungalow, climed the rock and watched the mountains around from top. The view was amazing!! I came back where my bike was parket and saw this beautiful pahari girl, I guess she was forest officer’s daughter but she caught my attention, I tried to look at her and she replied as she was hanging washed cloths on wire…. ahhh lovely moment ..How I loved to fall in love with her, she was beautiful with pristine pure looks. For a moment I thought I will stop there for some more time and stare her but L….i had to leave. And I left Mukteshwar with broken heart and singing “Gori teri ankhen kahen…” towards bhowali and from there to almora-binsar (through Binsar National Park) and bagheshwar. Got a cheap room, had heavy dinner outside, took a walk around the empty village streets. Initially I had the plans to go to Munsiyari but after reaching bagheshwar I come to know that Munsyari is around 142km from here and that would easily take two days and I want to use this time to go to Gangotri so dropped the munsyari plan. Tommorow will leave for Karnaprayag and if possible Rudraprayag. Ok, today I am not feeling healthy have to go for sleep soon. Yaaawn…

Monday, 9:40 pm IST, Chamba, UA

I started early in the morning at 6:30 am from Bagheshwar. Had a nice Tea on the way to Baijnath. Kamlesh told me that his home is on the way 8 km before Gwaldam.So I asked him the exact village name, and it was Sirkote. I looked for his home there and met with his father. Damn!!! What a nice place he lives in. You can see the Himalayas right from the balcony of his house. I was impressed. Had a nice chat with his Dad and left for Karanprayag. I love early morning rides, everything looks so fresh, so pure. On the way I pushed down to 4th gear on mountain roads and on one turn, my rubber lost its grip and I had a nice fall. Me and my Horse slided and swanged 180 degreesJ. But I escaped safe but with two broken bends on panniers, broken horn and bend on crash guard. My knee guards took all the scratches. I had this thought that these skating pads are almost useless for rides but still, I use to wear them thinking once I’ll fall, I’ll see if they are helpful otherwise I’ll throw them right away…but they are worth!!!. I had breakfast in Gwaldam and headed towards Karnaprayag. Last night I decided that I will drop munsyari plan and ride till Rudraprayag but I reached Rudraprayag quite early and headed towards Srinagar. From Srinagar, I started for New Tehri as I have decided to go to Gangotri the next day. The road to Tehri is beside the Ganga. On the way I took along many hitchhikers and get the route details from locals wherever I could. I met one bawa cycling all the way from Shirdi and going to all 12 dhams around the country. This guy lost his one leg and still doing this on a cycle. He gave me the Sai Baba post card as a token of gift and in exchange I offered him vibhuti of sai baba temple in Bangalore that I kept in pouch in my wallet, this felt nice.

When I reached Tehri someone told me that instead I can go to chamba and stay there if I am planning for Gangotri. Chamba was 30 km more from Tehri, it was already dark by then but I decided to push off. I reached here at 8:30 pm and got room.

Thursday, 9:19 pm IST, Mussorie, UA

Again I missed two days here. Where was i? Yeah from Chamba I left for Gangotri. The roads were not fully opened to Gangotri; restoration work was still going on. Only light vehicles were allowed and in Gangotri everything was closed as “Mandir Patts” were supposed to open after 19th April. I guess, I was among the first few hoteliers who reached there after the entries are allowed. These roads remain closed for six months ….Indian Army stays there during that time. There was no electricity, no cellular signal, no STDs, no shops open there. I was lucky to get one Hotel there whose owner also reached there one day before me. Even though the roads were badly damaged with landslides (sometimes live landslidesJ), glaciers, I enjoyed the rugged rideJ . Pannier’s welding got broken again and few screws fell off so when I reached Uttarkashi, I fix everything and topped up engine oil with 1 litre 20W40 castrol engine oil. After uttarkashi you can see the closer view of Himalayas, the mountains are too high and when you drive, you just can’t look downJ . Once you reach Harsil, you are there man; you can feel the embrace of great Himalayas. As you ride through, you cross Lanka, Bhaironghati and Gangotri the real Himalayas, it feels great… some kind of amazing feeling when you look at them from so close. My hotel room was just beside the Himalaya Mountain and Ganga flowing in between ahh!!! I went for a small walk to the Gangotri mandir and other places around in the evening. On the way you will find a way towards China border, “Nelong” which is just 23 km but the entry is restricted by Army. Next day morning I left Himalayas with blessed feeling. This time ride back to Chamba was so boring that I had to take too many breaks and relax. I reached Chamba at 4:00 pm, took my lunch and headed towards Dhanaulti where I was planning to stay. After few kms the roads were amazing and I reached Dhanaulti before time. The place is awesome, the mountains, trees, roads, everything. So I decided to head on and reach Mussorie and plan to take a day off from riding and enjoy some time there in Mussorie. I took a nice Hotel with “f.a.n.t.a.s.t.i.c” view of Mussorie Mountains. I went to Mall road today and did some shopping for my sis’ and arranged everything to start by tommorow towards Shimla through Chakrata-Theog-Kufri -Shimla. Good Night!!!

Monday 5:35 pm IST, Jammu

Finally I finished this ride. I reached here in Jammu on Saturday, a day before I expected to reach. My plan was to stay at Dharamshala on Saturday and push off for Jammu on Sunday morning but the roads in Himachal Pradesh are unexpectedly so great that I reached Jammu the day I started from Shimla morningJ. And I missed a day here too from …so from Chakrata till tuini you will ride through Hills desert with not a soul around for 80 km and once you lost your way, you are gone like what happened to me but I was lucky after 30 mins wait , I found a Tractor coming my way and showed me the the way. After tuini you cross the UA border and enter HP even in Tuini you see lot of vehicles with HP registration.

I took enough rest here at home and now I am as fresh as ever. Ready to face the mad world!!!

Today when I stand and look back, I see hundreds of mountains I have crossed, the air of differenet places I have smelled, the hitchhikers I have taken to their destination, the people I have met and discussed with them the destination route over Tea, the lessons I have learned, the smiles on beautiful faces, the momentary love I had for them and so many more unexplain things and sweet moments that will remain in my heart for years to come…I feel, I am much more serene today !

My heart is a wanderer in love, may it ever remain so.
My life’s been rendered miserable in love,
may it grow more and more miserable.
-Khusro

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I love you perfect...

2007-03-08T16:45:00.003+05:30

Have you ever fallen in love? how many times? countless? don’t you think the feeling is so amazing!!!……have you ever looked at someone and feel at first sight that she is the one, that you know her before…long before…and that feeling of belonging? …..have you ever put her picture in your laptop wallpaper and looked it for hours? Try it dear!

Falling in love is amazing…..it happens many times and each time it feels as fresh as you felt before…you feel like spreading your wings and fly high and feel like your heart is pounding…….and the feeling when your soul cries for you to know that you are never gonna get your love but still you love your love……

Somesay don’t fall in love, rise in love……i say fucking fall in love…..falling is such a great feeling like all the chains and balls holding you back, have suddenly cut loose, like a bird feels when someone free her out of the cage, like a prisoner feels when he sees out of the prison gates first time when he is freed…..for him the world is a beautiful place and how he love to fall in love with it……with life….afresh!

Somesay love at first sight is fake, i say its “the truth”…..when you look into the eyes of stranger and suddenly it holds you back and you realize something like you are going to fall into her eyes and lost? That moment when you lost yourself completely into her dusky eyes is not fake…and then you know why we say “eyes are the windows to your soul”…….how true!!!!……

And oh! that sad feeling in the end ….that you never gonna get her…but still…lying alone in your room in the midnight, with your hands holding your head back, cool breeze of air blowing in through your window to your face…..you are staring at her picture with her ever smiling face….her innocent eyes…like they are saying…

i love you… i love you perfect!!!!

-LoverBoy

Run Lola run

2006-09-15T09:47:00.000+05:30

That day, for no particular reason,
I decided to go for a little run.

So I ran to the end of the road,
and when I got there, I thought
maybe I'd run to the end of town.

And when I got there...
...I thought maybe I'd just run across Greenbow County.
And I figured since I run this far,
maybe I'd just run across the great...
...state of Alabama.

And that's what I did I ran clear across Alabama.
For no particular reason, I just kept on going.
I ran clear to the ocean.
And when I got there, I figured since I'd gone this far,
I might as well turn around, just keep on going.
When I got to another ocean, I figured since I've gone this far,
I might as well just turn back, keep right ongoing.

When I got tired, I slept.
When I got hungry, I ate.
When I had to go, you know, I went.

People just couldn't believe that somebody
would do all that running for no particular reason.
People asks for what reason I am running?
...I just felt like running.

My Momma always said
you got to put the past behind you before you can move on.
And I think that's what my running was all about...

-Forrest Gump

I was sitting a lil' early in the morning with my shoes on.
I was in the trance...
I don't know why but i too just felt like to go for little run ....
may be i want to put my past behind, may be I just don’t know…

I don’t know…but I want to run…to cut loose my tangled brain nerves…
I want to run all-naked in all empty roads…
I want to run to the end of the road…to the Blue Mountains.
I want to run till I get tired…
so that I could sleep well at the end of it.

I want to run…to clean my thoughts, destroyed by dust and moth…
I want to run…just run…for no particular reason...

Man, the only thing on earth I know is “I don’t know”…

This remind me of what Jim Morrison once said …

“But i tell you this man…
i tell you this…
i don't know whats gonna happen man
but i wanna have my kicks before the
whole shit house goes up in flames..”

-Girish

Hamarasthan...

2006-09-07T12:11:00.000+05:30

I usually don’t watch TV much these days but this time i really hung up with the on going fuss on news channels, Vande Mataram psalm to be sung by everyone in every school , in every college and in every religion. What the heck? who the hell are these politicians to impose any such shit? I really do respect Vandey Mataram but on the other side of our Religion, there are people of other religions who belong to this country the muslim, christians and many more to whom this Vandey Mataram thing means nothing.

If you impose VM on people of every religion, would you impose muslim and christian hymns in Hindu religion schools or colleges? NO you won’t Mr. Politician.

Foundation of this country is wrong first of all. Do you know what that National flag(tricolor), means? Saffron for hindus, green for muslims and there is a white (sign of peace) in between. What does it infer? Then, why the name of our country is so baised? “Hindusthan” (The land of hindus) Do you understand the impact of such things Mr. Politician? There is a natural tendency for people of other religion to develop hatred against this county, the mighty hindus of this country and the plague called Politicians. I guess inherently that white color in flag means “A Politician” wearing white kurta pajamas, standing in between the two religion, cutting the two sides with his chakkara(A wheel with sharp tooths) and trying to fuel his soul with blood of green and blood of saffron.

I pity you India…

So coming back to Vandey Mataram thing. I refuse as a personal decision to abide by such rule and everyone else should.

I want to live in a country where a Muslim or Christian or people of any other religion can as proudly flag that emblem called Tricolor as the hindus.I want to live as a human being with no religion, with no hatred, i want to live as a Tricolor, in Hamarasthan.

Fellas,

2006-06-30T18:30:00.000+05:30

i blog here these dyas...

Woman.

2006-06-12T23:20:00.000+05:30

A woman is an evil, an object of sex, a slow poison, sex adrenalin,
cause of Viagra’s origin and a definite kill. Women are sex God.

Nobody said these words but me. I am a just another desire victim of the
above mentioned kill. A kill which has not even spared her own
creator “The God”.

Women are a woe-man, woe given to man or a mankind.

If there a good, there is an evil. If there is a god, there is a devil.
If there is a man, there is a w-o-m-e-n.

I sometimes wonder why god has chosen to bring a man into this
world through a women’s foetus. God only can answer that better.

Whatever it is, it is a woman who brings you into this world of
bittersweet symphony. It is women who give you the first milk,
the drops of life, the first joy, teaches you the first lesson of life.

It is her name that you utter as a first word in this world.
It is women who give you the wings to fly. And it is women
who cut’em in the end.

Women stays with you as a prayer, Women stays with you as a spell.

Women teach you the hard laws of life, and Women breaks these laws for you.

A woman is mama, Woman is sweetheart, woman is love, a woman is
inamorata and Woman is bitch.

Sometimes I wonder if a Woman is God, and sometimes I wonder if God is a woman.

Or whatever it is…it is really confusing and a never ending definition.

Anyway you got my point …right?

- Just another Man
Girish

Since i saw you...

2006-05-26T23:33:00.002+05:30

Since I saw you is a long while ago,
You, walking down that road
Looking down your toe,
And me, watching you from the distance.

You looked so beautiful,
A cute little school girl
You looked so beautiful,
in that school dress.

My heart beats to your steps,
I watch you coming closer to me
I watch you passing by me,
You sometimes give that look to me

I watch you going down the road
You sometimes look back to see, if am there
That was a sweet moment of my life
I know you loved me as much as I did
I know you are angry with me,
For not holding you in my arms
For not kissing your hands,
For not kissing your lips
For hurting you, my dear I know

Now how I wish, I could see you again walking down that road
And since I saw you is a long while ago,
And since you walked that road to my heart, is a long while ago.

-Girish
(For my faded love memories, for my false love, for my true confession, for my innocence, for my insanity, for you...)

Kali Topi

2006-05-06T21:47:00.003+05:30

Girls, girls and girls...i am fucking tired of this gender.
Day and night only one thing revolves around my skull these days,
Girls, girls and more girls.
Aaj kissi se pyar hua to kal kissi se. Aaj isko dekh ke laga ki yeh hai mere sapno ki rani, to kal usko dekh kar. Roz ka sala yahi silsila hai...

Chalo bhai log aaj apun tumko ek ishtory sunata hai....

“Confessions of a dangerous mind” and it goes like this..

Bahut din pehle ki baat hai ki....
....I came late from my office and thought "enough-is-enough". I gotta do something about it...now we have a broadband connection at home. So I thought I will do something about it today.
I opened an account in shaadi.com, and searched for all the girls in the town and invited quite a few of'em.

The very next day I got one decent response. She gave me her Yahoo id. I took her number and called her the same night. That was one BRAVE move from me. I gathered all my guts in my nuts and asked her "So, when are we meeting? she said "hmm lets say this weekend" Ok I felt like James Bond that day. Friend was obviously amazed (and me too ...kinda).

Wokey ...Friday night I called her and confirmed the venue.
It's time!!!! It took 30 minutes and two full buckets of water that day for me to take bath.
Deo, hair styling and final get up. All took 1 hour and 30 minutes. Wokey, kicked started my cycle and parked it at the venue.

The problem was, it was a blind date and I haven’t seen her picture yet. She had seen mine though!!
I called her and she said she is standing in front of Food world at MG Road.
That moment, my friendo!, I could feel blood running cold through my veins.
I was thinking "Pata nahi dekhne mein kaisi hogi. Usko apni identity kuch aur batata hoon taki kaali bhains nikli to door se dekh ke hi bhag lunga" But I could not lie that day. Ok, I reached there and gazed. One girl was talking over phone and looked at me and I looked at her. Thats how we met first time. We had buffet somewhere around and as always I could not speak much. She complained about it same night over the phone. So after that day, it was like daily routine to talk over phone for about 2-3 hours...every damn night!!! And she was the one who use to make the call all the time. Then again we met and again and again. I started talking to her little bit more. I was feeling happy ki "Saala apun bhi londi pata liya, londi ke sath movie dekha...bas apun khuuus".

Ek din Friend bola saala kabhi Bullet pe bhi ghuma. I requested her so many times to sit on my Bullet. I use to do all the dare talks over phone only and for more daring talks I use to send SMSs. Like “How if I hold your hand next time” She replied “I would not be afraid if you hold my hand but dear, I am very much confident that you do not have guts to do that” I said okieyhh!

While leaving for Date, Friend said "saaley is baar uska haath pakad ke aana nahi to apni shakal mat dikhana".

We met again, saw some movie and roamed around the city. All the time I was thinking how to hold her hand..while watching movie, eating, roaming…all the time. But could not gather enough guts.

It was already late and she had to leave so I requested to drop her. She agreed and Man, I could see the happiness on ma Bullet's headlights. It was a long drive about 15-20 KMs but NICE! I dropped her and reached home. And about same night, I got SMS from her “Girish, we are meeting for quite some time now. So what have you decided about your relationship” I was stunned and could not think what to do. I decided I won’t reply her. Sometimes my behaviour is so cheap. She kept calling me but it not pick it up. And next day morning I replied “See, payal, you are a nice girl but I have some priorities and I could not think of marrying for atleast two years. She called me instantaneously and she was FURIOUS “Why you did this to me ? why you met me if don’t want to get into a relationships??” I tried to calm her down but all in vain. She cried that day and I felt bad too. It was all my fault. I am crazy doing anything to get girls.

Next day, She tried to compromise and asked me to meet again so that we can work out something. But I said “No payal, I'm sorry but I have my priorities and your parents want you to marry soon. So I don’t think anything can be sort out. And if we meet again we will just hurt each other. Payal, you are a good girl and I am sure, you will find a better guy than me.” That was the last message I sent to her.

Thats how it ended. See, loser again.
I kept those movie tickets with me that I saw with my first ever date until one fine day, Laxmi Amma washed my t-shirt!

Time goes by and it healed the pain. Then again office mein ladki achi hai, bahar achi hai…

Aajkal naya shaouk chada hai orkut.com ka kal phir se bahut saari ladkiyo ko invitation bhej diya ek to bahut pasand aa gay…jammu ki hai lekin reply nahi karti .

Abhi tum log sochta hoyenga ki ye bawrey ne topic ka naam kya rakha hai “Kali Topi”.

To bhai log, jab apun yeh article likh raha tha, tab apun Kali topi pehne tha.

Sorry for the cheap humour but I can’t help it.

-Girish
www.iThump.com

Chal dil mere...

2006-05-02T17:54:00.002+05:30

Long time back when I was small, and very new to this world, I use to go to unknown place ...alone.

If I remember correctly when I was about about 6 or 7, I was living in my village for a year or so as my father was on deputation and we had to stay with our Grands. My village was a very calm place with beautiful nature, big hills, tall trees, and rivers. I was always attracted to that calmness and wanted to explore it but as I was small, my parents always keep an eye on me. But in the afternoons when everybody goes to sleep, I use to pick up my small multi-colored-umbrella (gifted to me by my sweet granny) and runaway to the unknown places, to find those unexplored hills and for you to know, I do not fear. I was brave. I find the tall tree, big hill so cool. After reaching middle of the jungle, I use to sit under the big trees, sleep over the dry leafs from those big trees, which gives me the warmth of silk and embrace of mother. Lying there for hours, I used to dream and dream and dream. Sometimes I see the big caravan of the afghani tribals moving down the hills with their families, animals and other stuff. I used to feel good watching the caravan. All in queue coming down the hill. My grandmother use to tell me that these Afghans live far away up the hills and come down during winters only. Sitting at top of the hills and watching the whole world down under my feet at the age of 7-8 makes feel great. I can never forget that feeling ever. Then one fine day, my father came down and took us to the Ultra modern era and to hell lot of places.

Time goes by and I was growing big in that automated world but that fire, that urge, that feeling to runaway somewhere alone was still there. Then one good day, my father brought me BSA-SLR after a long tussle with him. And man I knew by that time that I have got my dream machine which will take me to those places that I craved for a long long time. I still remember the first ride on my BSA-SLR (crenchy style :) ). Then what? I use to come from school, take my lunch, wait for everybody to go for afternoons sleep and runaway...

Hot afternoons, empty roads and me on my BSA-SLR, alone, going to nowhere. I had bought one black goggles. Damn! !! cool.....

My father sometimes use to beat the hell out of me for doing all this crazy stuff. Some people still remember me as the BSA SLR guy :)

And when I go to my village these days, some old people still remember me as that Umbrella child. All of those oldies are my friend now. Whenever I visit there, I make sure I meet them and have fun!

I was growing old and losing everything inside me. When you grow up you got to do weird things you know. My father wanted me to become something and hell lot of other things that I won't discuss here. The point is, I was losing on me. Emptiness was filling me. I was becoming depressed moron for so many reasons and I started to fear loneliness, started hating my inner being and so many things. I really do not remember my time after that till some time back when I again realized my dream. My dream of going to explore things, dream of running away somewhere.

I started loving my loneliness, the calmness, the trees, the hills, exploring new places, and so many more unexplained things. I have nothing today but dream that is keeping me alive. And I have the means to achieve it.

You know what? Big boy got a big machine these days

and he will runaway…

Chal DIL mere choD Yeh Pheeree
Yeh duniya jhooti loog lutareey
Chal DIL mere choor Yeh Pheere
Yeh duniya jhooti loog lutareee
Chal DIL mereeeee

With arms wide open...

2006-04-26T18:50:00.000+05:30

Life? gimme some light!!! ...i 'm fading away...

Life? gimme some light!!! ...i 'm fading away...

Life? gimme some light!!! ...i 'm fading away...

Life? gimme some light!!! ...i 'm fading away...

Ramble On...

2006-04-10T21:22:00.000+05:30

Choke on....decompression on…kick 1, kick 2
thump..thump..thump..thump..thump..thump...
Aah...riding ma machine on big wide empty roads...
husky weather... green trees, falling yellow leafs and
eye soothing avenue. My eyes blank, mind open, searching
for soul pleasing thoughts…thump…thump…thump…
kewl breeze flirting with my long hairs, my hairs blocking my view….blocking? A lady with dusky eyes walking down
the boulevard…she was trying not to look at me….and i know why…
…i have only 3 seconds…
I looked at her, she looked somewhere…and i felt like a loser…

Arre pal bhar ke liye koi humme pyaar kar le
Jhoota hi sahi…
Do din ke liye koi ikraar kar le
Jhoota hi sahi…

But how can you feel like a loser when riding your stallion?
thump..thump..thump..thump...
……to hell with oviparous urge…to hell with god who created this…
and to hell with everything else that suck…

Am on my way to heaven with me and my machine,
with no destination, with destination anywhere.

may this road never end …
may this feeling never change …
may this time freezes with me and my thumper ruling the road …

thump..thump..thump..thump…

Brahmagiri Trek

2006-04-03T12:05:00.000+05:30

Took last weekend off out of this crazy life and gone for Bhemagiri trek.

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White Light

2006-03-17T11:45:00.000+05:30

Sometimes you have so much to say but so less to express
Sometimes you feel like a loser
Sometimes you feel like listening to music
Sometimes you feel like making love
Sometimes you feel like coming home

Sometimes you think of reforms
Sometimes you want to live on your own
Sometimes you don't want to be upgrown

Most-of-the-times you talk about life
All the time you waste the time

And then comes your time
And then you see the white light
Thats seems too bright
That takes you to the place
Where you always wanted to be
Then you lose your shadow
And you feel alone
Standing in front of a man who call himself god
You don't believe him
He curse you for letting him down
You don't seems to give a damn
He sends you to the place
which they call hell
But you don't wonder
the place seems familiar to you
But you are wrong
But you feel good
You know why?
You don't know why and you don't want to know why

But i know why and i will tell you why
Because you are free now
Because you are with your soulmates
Because you are no more a rolling stone
Because you will never go back to that circle again.

Thank you white light...

-Girish

Life Sucks...

2006-02-03T23:50:00.000+05:30

It was another lonely weekend and i had enough booz. I was wondering what to do and then there was a light and i typed "Life sucks" in google. The result , Awesome.....
http://www.a1b2c3.com/suilodge/metfor1.htm

I know i cannot write any great stuff to impress you but i guess atleast i can be a ray of light to enlightment to ya guys and here we go....read on the link.

Thanks,

Yours etc,
Just another loser.

Da Vinci Code...

2006-01-31T23:33:00.000+05:30

To all... this is a picture from Da Vinci Code....
To me ...this picture means all different . I can see a man within the boundries (boundations).
I see two types of boundries here, the square one and the circle.

Circle one means: The circle of life. You are out of this, you are DEAD.

Square one means: In this life, you will always find two paths to choose from.

Interpretation:

You move you arms or legs anywhere, you will either touch circle or square or both.
1) You touch the circle without touching sqaure, you have life but no destination.This means you exist but have no life.
2) You touch the square without touching circle, you have aim, destination and everything but life.
3) You touch both. The ideal life but not real.

Man... you are naked and trying to make that posture perfect whole of your life and one final day break this illusionary cycle and DEAD!

You don't believe me but i can bet my ASS that the same thing is written at top of this picture.

So which posture you attain my friend ?...

Art of living

2006-01-02T10:21:00.000+05:30

Scene 1:
Last day of the year 2005 and i was working late in the office. Siva come to me and asked for a favour: Girish, i have a admission coupon for "art of living" course but for some reasons i cannot attend this course. Also this is a golden opportunity for you as this course generally cost 1k but celebrating silver jublee, they are giving it for 200/- only.
As always, i could not say the word "NO" and agreed.

Scene 2:
I was sitting in dhaba with some of my friends in whitefields and told them this story. I said
"i am not going to join this shit"
one of them replied:"Salay naye saal ke pehle din to koi acha kaaam kar le"
i said :"saaley saare saal achey kaam karne padenge phir" and we all laughed.
Okay, course timing was 6:30 in the evening and i finally decided to go for it.
I packed my sack and reached the venue on time. There was a long queue, people waiting for the registration. I joined them and gazed around the hall in search of some beauty but to no avail.

I was wondering if it is worth standing in the queue and wait. After waiting for 30 mins, i completed the registration and entered the big hall. Hundres of people sitting in front of stage and i also joined them and took my place at last (My good luck, a nice looking lady sat beside me). After some nautanki they started,
one man in white kurta was the instructor. To cut it short, he said :"I will ask you three questions and you have write down the answers for all of them in very detail, in very brief and be specific."
We have to write the answers in a piece of paper.

Q1) What do ya want in life?
Ans) Lot of money, a great house in tranquil, good friends, want to go for world tour, piece of mind, want to prove myself atleast once, want to be a successful man, want to have sex with lot of womens, want to have sex with a lady sitting beside me...

second question...
Q2) What is bothering you?
Ans) Digestion problems, bad luck, and blah blah blah...

third..
Q3).What do ya expect from this course?
Ans) Hope i could get piece of mind, get away with the smoking and drinking habits, i could learn a new ways to live life to the fullest and to start with, i hope i could have a sex with this sweet lady...

Then they started some yoga tricks and first one was, we have to close our eyes and lie down on ground and take a deep breadth two three time and get back to the sitting position with our eyes closed. The moment i opened my eyes after this (ass)ana , the lady was not sitting beside me anymore..she had shifted to some other place in the hall (God, did she read my mind? i guess she looked into my manuscript while i was doing that (ass)ana). All these lasted for three hours. It was 10:30 in the night and i left for my house and again narrated the whole story to my friends and we all laughed.
I laid down in the same (ass)ana again and slept.....

And this is how i celebrated my first day of the same old new year....

We are...

2005-09-23T11:42:00.000+05:30

We are blind. how far can we see? we are numb. how much we can feel? we are dead. how much we can live? we are mere mortals....
I don't feel so good about it because my psych`e asks me all these things and i don't know what to say!
i am tryin' to understand this whirl of cosmic truth. I have this quest to quench my thirst.
oh! but i am happy 'coz music is here to save me.

Maneater.

2005-04-10T15:40:00.001+05:30

ssssssssssss!! these eye balls..i like to eat'em ....swallow'em. He can feel your flesh.....your bones.....your soul.....yummyy!!
The psyche in him will kill you .....vanish you...run for your life...run...run....run.... till the end of your vision...your dreams....your life....the darkness.
ha...ha..ha...haa yeaaaaah...ha....ha...hooof!! hoof!! hoof!!!
welcome to the nothing.....welcome to the end......did ya see me?
i'm right here .........i can see you....i m the one who drives you...... make you cry....make you feel.....make you run.........feel me son........i am your psyche.

-Girish