Now Here to No Where

Beyond words I do not speak,
Beyond words is what I seek.
Lost I am as much I wander,
With sky above & road under-
Going miles on my thunder.
Those two wheels I ride,     
my love - it can not hide.    
At loss of words such I am,
Mind is like a puzzle game.
I found myself as I always do,
Lost, wandering without clue.
Hope kept me going on and on,
fabric of reality, all but gone.
Madness in me always there
From now here to No where.

Close call

'People' I really don't understand them. 

As I came out of the turn, my eyes hung up on the bunch of people trying to cross the road.  They were going about their business quite peacefully, totally unaware of what approachs them. For me it was like a wall of people in front of me. At this speed crashing into them did not seem to be a good idea, specially when i was on my bike totally exposed to the elements. At times like this I think of driving around in a tank or may be a hummer. But the idea of the tank amuses me more. Reminds me of the bond movie. Oddly cant seem to remember the name. Could have been 'Golden Eye' or 'Tomorrow never dies'.  Ok doesn't matter, so coming back to the topic. So I just came out of a curve on to the straight with considerable high speed to find myself heading towards a wall of people walking across the road. In split one second my finger jammed on the horn switch. Released the throttle and started applying breaks. Though I was not sure if the distance which remained was enough. I just reacted out of pure reflex. I have got one of those horn which makes really loud noise and that was enough to get attention. The very next moment I see wall burst into many people running for their life. It was such a spontenous reaction. I could see them running. I could see they were just running without any direction. They did not care about where they were going. They just wanted to get out of the way. I got so engrossed in all this that I failed to notice the old man dead center in my line. I was going straight for him. My heart sank. This old man is going to die today and is going to take me along with him. I prepared for the worst and held on for dear life. There are some people in whom the spirit of survival is quite strong. At time people just get lucky. I am not sure if it was him or me who got the gift of life. But it was releaving to see the old mane leaping out of the way just as I passed him. In the same split secong reaction I revved up and split from the scene wihout looking back. Only only thought in mind. How close was that?  "sign"

Escape

Escape is not just a word. It is the word everywhere i see. Everyone just wants to escape. Why is it so necessary now a days to escape. I am trying to escape from myself. This soul of me wants to break this cage of a body and escape in to oblivion.

I just want to take the bike out and keep riding as long as I can. No job, no friends, no family, no conditions, no plan.. Just the machine, myself, some essentials and the roads or the lack of them. And I want a lifetime to do all of this.

Marriage?  I will get married in the next life. I will make it perfect. But with this one I have I should just take off. When and where does not matter. Its only the how which keeps me tied down. Make me think of all that fuel which I will need. How?  All the money I will need. How?
How the hell am I going to afford all that. In my currrent state all I can think of is to work my ass off untill I have saved enough to take off.

One fine day I am going to Escape!!

Stranger than fiction - meeting you by chance

 Here I am trying to put down my thoughts about you. It’s the transformation of your image in my view, over a short period of time. It has hardly been couple of weeks that I have known you over the internet.  Internet is quite an unreal explosion of information. It’s not fair to say that I know you. The journey has just begun. But from whatever I have known about you, I can say that you remind me of ‘PO’

Now there is neither a connection between you and ‘PO’ nor a resemblance. You are a young, elegant & beautiful girl, while ‘PO’ is an animated character from the Kung-fu panda. ‘PO’ is symbolic for innocence, strength and outright awesomeness and a lot more which I am missing out on putting down here. But I am sure, by now you get the idea of what I am trying to say. 

I noticed you when your profile flashed in the “People You May Know” section of Facebook. I decided to give a cursory look. To be honest I had passed you off as just another attention whore over the internet. Putting up their pictures for the world to see, getting a kick out of the frenzy created by people trying to grab their attention.  I consider them to be normal over the internet. As it is always the pretty pictures to be seen in such profiles, I began exploring. The pictures were surely attention grabbing, but they wouldn't have led me to this point when I am writing about you. What grabbed my attention was the way some of these pictures were telling a story.

There is a wannabe storyteller in me which was intrigued by you and wanted to get to know you.  I began my search over the internet and happen to find you across multiple social networking platforms. The best was to find you on blog spot and read your post. Twitching Palms took me back to the time when I had started, reminded me of how enthusiastic I was at the beginning. The brief interaction I had with you has changed my opinion about you. I was so wrong at the beginning.  Hope with the due course of time I get to know you rather than know about you and someday get to tell your story.

There is this world of dreams where we venture in, to escape.  And there is this reality called life. I would like to thank you for compelling me to write and bring me back to the world of dreams. I wish you to continue writing the way you are and wish you keep inspiring me. In-between I hope this life does not destroy the dream.

Signing off for now.

The Truth Is Out There...

I am never going to see that time again when things were clear, it was only a truth or a lie. Now all I get is part truth which is also part lie. Its the degree of truth which determines if you are telling the truth or a lie. It would be safe to assume if you are telling someone 51% truth then your 49% lie would also pass of as truth. The only problem I see is that lie has the same affect as light has on darkness. A small match stick lit in a dark room is enough to fill it up with light. Just like that light which remains momentarily and gives way to the darkness very soon, a lie would also be exposed by the truth and 100% of the truth gets reveled. But by the time this happens its already very late. The truth is only what is accepted widely and anything else is a lie..

Inertia: A Ride and A Crash

Inertia: A Ride and A Crash

A Ride and A Crash

I got back on my feet in a fraction of a second. Just stood there gauging my situation as the seconds felt like minutes passing by. Facing the darkness - there was nothing to be seen in front of me, the bike was somewhere behind. As I turned around, I saw the bike laying there at a distance and two big headlights approaching towards us. As a reflex I just ran to the bike, put myself between the bike and the approaching headlights. I had raised my hand indicating the vehicle to stop. There was not much distance left between us and the breaks squeaked bringing the mammoth to a standstill. Later I realized how lucky I was that the truck was able to stop before it went over me along with my bike. It was a stupid move actually but I guess at that point in time I was blinded by love.
I just turned around, picked up my bike and pushed it on the side of the road. The truck moved on and I just waited there for a while.
I along with my friend “Dada” was on a short ride to Manor. At just 140km return trip Manor has been a regular ride destination with good roads and a smooth ride. Also, there is this restaurant nearby which served the “Aloo ke parathe with butter & cold coffee with vanilla ice cream” to my liking. These two causes of a good ride and good food were enough for a wonderful outing.
It was 7 in the evening when Dada called up asking if I would be interested in riding to Manor. It was an instant yes from me and I asked him to move out immediately. He was just not ready yet so we planned to move out at 8. By the time we actually moved out it was 9:30, this was my first disappointment. But as it was a habit with Dada, I expected it. Dada’s 5 minutes generally lasted 30-45minutes so an 8pm schedule was always out of question. The second disappointment was the patch of road in between which was partially under construction. The ride which was expected to be smooth all the way had now turned into dirt track for a while. We managed to navigate through and get back on the smooth road heading towards our destination. Just because of the roads we took double the time then expected reaching Manor at around 12.
This was my third disappointment – to find the restaurant closed. It was pretty late. My heart had already sunken with these three disappointments; the only thing to do now was to return back with my shoulders dropped. Like a soldier returning from a defeated battle. We started the ride back, riding like nothing to lose. We were cruising at the speed of 80km/hrs. I was just lost, so I let Dada take the lead. My only focus now was the tail light of Dada’s bike. I was in a trance like state, where I was being guided by the dim light in the darkness. I was so unaware that I didn’t realize when I hit the bad patch of road again. Still at 80Km/hrs the bike lost its balance due to the uneven surface of the road and I came crashing down.
As I stood there on the side of the road a car stopped to check on me. I gave them a thumps up to indicate I was okay and they can move ahead. I was waiting there for Dada to turn around and come back for me. Dada took his time to come back. He was in a state of shock, as if he had seen a ghost upon seeing me. He was riding a few meters ahead of me when I crashed. He didn’t see me crash. Luckily he had heard the sound of a crash and stopped at the side of the road waiting for me. When I didn’t show up, he realized it was me who had crashed; the worst of his fears came alive. He literally froze there. The car which had stopped for me also stopped besides him letting him know that I was alright and was waiting for him back there. I had crashed but Dada was shaken. Crashes have been a routine for me after riding for so many years. Mostly whenever I have crashed I was alone. This was the first time I had a company. I talked Dada out of his dismay. Assured him I was okay with some minor scratches and asked him to check if the bike was okay. Dada confirmed that the bike was also okay with some minor scratches. The Adrenalin was still pumping keeping the pain away. We got on our bikes and headed home, this time slow and steady.