Beer Story

It was quite hot in the evening.Delhi in June is usually hot.So after all my evening chores...I was on my bike... Almost clueless where to go but I thought thinking cud be done on the way...

Suddenly something popped up in my mind... It wasn't too long that I had some company with me..My rear seat already had a net which is used to hold things... And after a long time it was holding something very chilled.2 Ice cold Beer bottles.It was quite soothing and tempting just to see the chilled vapor covering the containers.Was in a different world when I spotted Red @ the traffic light. And when coming to sense it was enough to stop myself from crossing the Zebra cross.

That 2 minutes seemed long enough.I was just biting my time when another bike came around me and stopped just in front of me. A guy with a gal. Thats where the funny parts starts. The guy glanced at my rear seat and then smiled at me with a sense of missing feeling that was all over his face. That smile was short lived by a sudden response from his back. U need that or me. Should have seen the face he made. Poor guy.. Just before the red light was about to turn green I just whispered A beer is better than woman coz hang overs are only temporary(No offences gals... Beer doesn't demand u 2 change)..and I bet the same thought crossed his mind too...

The Devil Inside Me...

The highway behind had a story to tell,

The road ahead will have a tale to unveil...

And between them its me n my machine,

Its us, spanning across each n every terrain...

The highway wasn't that lost before,

And the road wasn't that unknown before...

But each time I ride, it scans a different angle,

And brings forth a new version of life to unravel...

Earlier it was the destination that prevailed,

And it was the time that was being consumed...

Now the time and destination doesn't really matters,

And its the path that lies ahead chatters...

The journey ahead doesn't have a stop sign,

And its unlikely that the path will dry up...

From one milestone to another, the web spreads,

To a place called horizon where sky and earth meet up...

It seems as if my journey is filled up with silent rivers,

And those twists and bends like life's mysteries...

Calling up the harmless Road Devil inside me,

Who is not bound by the laws of mass X acceleration...

A Holiday that Was

Today it was holiday.. A perk for working in a Govt. firm....
Had a lunch party.. thanks to Raj.It was wonderful having all our office mates out of office enjoying..(we do enjoy in office too..)But this was a different feeling...

Lunch was quite heavy as usual Andhra Bhavan always fills up the tummy with it's spicy cuisines.Can't tell how badly I wanted to reach back home, just to drop down on my bed.. There wasn't much rush on the roads so it was all that I needed to get into 3 figures on the speedometer of my bike (I love my bike like anything, feel I can't live without it(I can say this coz I am still single ha ha ha))..Reached home in no time(12 minutes) and slept in even less time than that..

Feeling way to damn good.Not context based.. It's the song I am hearing more nowadays by my Favorite band Nickelback......BTW way liked Avatar a lot.. but I think I wud to stick to Madagascar Series or the Ice Age series regardless of whatever dimension they are created in.And on some boring day I wud even say I loved kungu Fu Panda....Today is not that boring but actually a good one...Thanks to almighty n some cute friends...

The Red Beast!

I have just and only just one reason to be on my bike...and what wud be that.. hold on, you can make it out from the rest of the story..Not a story actually but just a way that life has changed for me...

Riding is the only thing that I will not do any substitution with, no matter whatever be the situation, coz it has and it will always make me feel better, better as of the amount of freedom to go past any destination. Better be late than never... This quote do come on many road side signboards...I took it in a good way i.e, I was a bit late in getting myself the "Red Beast", but it's really better than never...And as for the real meaning of the signboard , the caption with ma bike is "It's Now or Never"...So all that's happening is now and no need to push things into future....

Guys do you remember Deepak Joe's bike..Suzuki Shogun..I think the first bike in India to have a 5 speed gear box...I loved it from the moment I got it for the first time.. and specially the day when its front wheel was up in the air...Not so sure what made me so attached to that bike...May be it gave me thousands of reasons to ride it...Never felt out of power and during those days doing 80 km/h was an achievement in itself... and I was so glad I cud do that on the sharp curvy terrains of Wayanad on that bike... Hey Deepak, U still have that now???

Now the question came up.Which one?.. I remember back in our college days every brand had one model a piece at a time and to choose among them was far easier from what it has become right now. Countless models from different vendors are available nowadays and to pick one among them was the most tricky thing to overcome.My choice was made far too simple by the brand name and the feeling the same brand gave me years ago.. So no prize for guessing TVS was my choice. Suzuki and TVS had made some great bikes or shud it be greatest bikes in the past and now when Suzuki is not associated with TVS my mind did some pondering. I had a chance to take RTR Fi 160 of my cousin and I had tried lot of other bikes as well.

And it wasn't that hard for me to pick the RTR Carb Refresh 160 model...True to its name RTR(Racing Throttle Response) it gave me the same old feeling of Shogun where all the power you need was at your palm...with a single difference 80 km/h was overshadowed by 100-105 km/h(by the way 126 km/h is its maximum, just cruised @ that speed only once and its too difficult to reach that speed in traffic lights filled Delhi roads). But I am more than happy with 100 km/h. Never got late for anything and never felt out of time.So life in the fast lane is quite adventurous.But I prefer to stay around the 60 km/h mark... Neither too slow nor too fast and it gives enough time for people around me to turn their head and notice my red controllable Beast...And the admiring stares and looks I(Sorry ma machine) receives @ red lights is so amazing..."Just need to be on it to feel it"...

" The rain drenched Red Devil "

Hope you would have got the reason with which I would justify myself for being so attached to my bike. AS far as I know I don't need a reason to be on my own Beast... As mentioned in one of my previous post ,"If you say I am "Addicted" to ma machine then that word is definitely wrong, the right word is "Possessed...............""

The First Scratch................

Screeeech.................................thtz wht last I heard before that happened....It was a painful cry, a cry that made my heart grew desperate.......Thought of taking the form of GOD and rewind the moment by few seconds before that cry...But now I can't.. I am no GOD but really wanted to be one like him....

Nothing much happened.... I was on the left side of the road and then came she all on four legs rolling on. Thought she would go straight but some thing blinked right in front of me and it was too late to respond she came across suddenly, and all I cud do was to wait to let that happen.. tried hard to stop myself but it wasn't under any of my control coz the distance was too short...... Two discs weren't enough at all....... and it came in the way and we touched each other with a bang and dragged on.. I was thrown out of my seat and I fell on the pavement and there it went sliding on the right side.. Everybody gathered around me asking if anything happened.. All I cud think was about my poor kid lying just some feet ahead of me.. Breathless, motionless , I thought everything is over.. As people crowded near me, I walked on with hands on my head mourning about the pain it had gone through...

Was afraid about how it would react n I closed my eyes as I cant stand to watch anything bad on it... People around me helped it to steady on.. I opened my eyes.. The handle steered and the angle was such that it faced me..That expression was really not describable..It was as though it was saying n asking at the same time " I am ok but what about you".. I cudnt answer that question coz I didnt even have checked myself after that fall... I touched on its forehead, A deep scratch above its left eye and a small one on the right arm and a bit messed up back( Not enough at all for the kinna fall it just had...Its really a strong kid)...It was happy,as it cud feel I was doing well and so was I. Then came the moment of silence where we said a thousand sorry to each other and we quietly let that moment pass around us...It was so clam n silent as if everyone around us have disappeared.. Love you was all that we cud muster up to say to each other....

People were slowly going away as they cud easily make it up that nothing bad happened.... We stared at each other for a long time and it conveyed "Chalo we are getting late for office".As if I just came out of a dream ...I gathered my belongings and looked directly into it eyes... It was ready to dash...Thtz my love.......My One n Only "Apache RTR 160"

If you say I am "addicted" to it then that word is wrong, the right word is "Possessed..............."