Seven bikes, Seven riders, from seven different backgrounds ride for One destination, Goa…

We all have a destination. Some know what it is, Some don’t. I am shamelessly among the second types. My biking life started in my dreams wandering the landscapes of the the 

city, also known as Pune, I was always fascinated (and scared) about open 6 lane highways, wind in the hair (obviously via the helmet), Me cruising comfortably at whatever speeds my bike is comfortable, having chai at road side tapris looking at automated monsters speeding past. Aah, pure bliss. And oh boy, I loved my dreams. Soon, I got matured enough to stop dreaming and break free of the city limits. All I had to do now was to start living those dreams and start riding. So I got a helmet for myself, got a set of oversize cargo pants, a thick denim jacket. So now came the next big question, what destination?

                       I started with short rides to nearby places with friends. Then they grew up a bit and I stuck to the earlier maturity level. They went in cars while I preferred to have the wildlife in my hair. So I started riding (often solo) to whichever destination I wanted. I had always followed one rule in all my solo trips i.e. pick a random destination and start riding. However, soon I realized that not the destination that I used to look forward to, it was the fun I would have in the journey of reaching my destination. Soon, I was lapping 400 kms a day for rides. Then one fine day, or rather night, the inevitable happened. My bike broke down owing to my zeal of proving that the boffins at Honda are not good enough for me. I spent the whole night cursing myself for “attempting to modify my bike”. Finally, sanity prevailed and I realized the importance of group rides. Then I joined xbhp, and hence I matured. Rather I should say, my friends thought I went insane. And they were right; I was madly in love with my bike and the open road. So much that I used to go to Shirwal (about 75 kms away) just for the fun of highways. Coincidently, the destination that I had been looking forward to had a lot of highways. All I had heard was its awesome seafood, pristine beaches and breathtaking landscapes. Little did I know how these words actually feel like! And actually, it did not matter because for me, the journey was more important. I wish I knew this earlier, I would have probably packed for spending a lifetime here. Finally, I had found a destination that I liked more that the route I took to reach there. Or rather I should say, I have found a destination which is worth more than the destinations that I had ever ridden to. Yup that’s GOA. A place where I believed that I would get to ride on the beaches. Me, my bike and the pristine beaches, in perfect harmony. 

                    GOA in my mind tingled when I saw the movie “DIL CHAHTA HAI“. Since then, Goa was on my “To Be Done” list as a big word taking up as much as a compete page. Every occasion which I could seize, I planned for this place, but something inevitable would come up and the next time would be set as the book-mark.. I could be hence forgiven for the excitement when I decided that this year, I will go there at any cost. Infect, I was so excited that since the second week of November, I had been putting mails to my seniors regarding my absence,

                   Face book was put up with messages of “ride to Goa at year end, anyone interested?” and all the replies I got was “bobby, forget Goa, let’s go to “Stone water grill, KP”. Finally, frustrated but not defeated, I decide. I will go there. ALONE…

             But luckily, xbhp came to the rescue. started with Beruoist breaking the news of a tentative ride on pune thread. soon followed by the unbearable wait for replies, and finally fulfilled with the fulfillment of the ride. but, the these four days are also the ones that have been the cause of all the troubles for many days to come. We had all sorts of experiences, the quick blast through the landscapes at 100 kmph, the chilling offroading session later, lost track of where we were, got back on track, had a laid-back day at the beach, session on photography, one of us chased another “one of us” with a long knife, someone got (apparently) dumped, someone got high on tomato sauce, and someone stared at bums just a feet away from his face, and someone got lost on the beaches and has not reported to work ever since. some of the best memories that can be faintly depicted in colors are these….


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Center for Disease Controll Warning- level 10654

The Centre for Disease Control has issued a medical alert about a highly contagious, potentially dangerous virus that is transmitted orally, by hand, and even electronically. This virus is called Weekly Overload Recreational Killer (WORK). If you receive WORK from your boss, any of your colleagues or anyone else via any means whatsoever – DO NOT TOUCH IT!!! This virus will wipe out your private life entirely. If you should come into contact with WORK you should immediately leave the premises. Take two good friends to the nearest liquor store and purchase one or both of the antidotes – Work Isolating Neutralizer Extract (WINE) and Bothersome Employer Elimination Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system. You should immediately forward this medical alert to five friends. If you do not have five friends, you have already been infected and WORK is, sadly, controlling your life. Get help immediately.

My intro

Now that you have clicked on the link, its no use regretting. you have already made a contribution to the traffic on my site. btw, you must have never thought about this but most of the traffic on the internet is because people (like you and me) do not have anything to do! Even I was one of these moles, lurking arround on the internet. Like most of you, I used to lookout for updates on orkut, then i used to check facebook, put some updates, expect others to respond with something like “OMG, you are so brilliant”. but that never happened. then it changed to “fcuk what others are doing, i dont care”. then the frustration prevailed, untill i achieved the state of zen (pun intended).wait a minute, if you are thinking that by zen, i mean the car, or if you are googling of a state called as zen, please do me a favour and click on the small red cross on the top right hand side of the window. alternatively, you can also lineup against a gun barrel and pull the trigger, I really wont mind. Now getting back to the topic, My intro. So here it goes. (actually i am going nowhere its just the intro).
    I believe I was born (and not dropped from the skies) when the heavens could not keep me and satan thought that i would take over hell. so i had to come to earth.. however, for the first 5 years, i spent them understanding the basics of life, i.e to sleep – get up – pee in daipers – eat – sleep – eat – play – eat – sleep.. and somewhere in between, I learnt how not to pee in nickers, how not to “do the do” in daipers/ underwears.. eeewww…
then in the next 5 years, I had to go to school.. I learnt about attraction (to the toys you buggers)… and made a lot of friends.. the problem is that i dont know where the hell they vanished or rather how the hell i made them vanish..
for the next 5 years, I was more intrested in number crunching rather than anything else that I can remember.
Then came the best of the 5 years plans.. went to college, feel, in love, then crashed out of it, tried compensating it with another, got tight slaps, a couple of broken bones but still had a lot of fun while being plainly stupid . friendship was the in thing. made a whole bunch of friends, splurged money like hell cos eitherways it was “mere baap ka maal”.. lol.. and finally, by the start of the third year of engineering, I became sane gain. scored some decent numbers and finally got Bored of Engineering (thats B.E in long form).
This was immediately followed by the next five year plan where the congress came into power. Ever since, my life is just as good as the goverment office. punch in on time, dont think about motivation, wait for lunch, have lunch, check mails, bitch about job, wait for the prisioner release bell, and finally break free. BREAK FREE !!! you might be wondering “break free for what”? read the link at the end of his intro. now continue reading the intro (or you can also read about
These days, I am riding my bike as much as I can. so that before I get married (and later settle down to the regular schedule), I can have enough trips under my belly belt that I can comfortably spend my life reading them and remembering the things that I did the best. i.e writing shit on the internet, and wasting online space expecting people to treat me as a saviour of humanity.
now, if you are still reading the intro, I can safely assume that you will survive long enough to read most of the rantings here. if you do like the articles, please rate them accordingly so that i can improve with every article that i write. Hope you all will have a nice time out here reading what I have scribbled..
happy surfing…

Fighter or looser? Where do you put yourself? Part 1

How are you Different from others?
Ever since I can remember, there has always been a thought inside me. A very strong and un-answered thought. It has been like a splinter stuck somewhere which is not accessible by any means. I have tried and am still trying to answer the question but finding the answer (that will bury the question for ever), seems like the distant horizon. The faster I move, he faster It fades away. The more I try to answer it, the further it seems to go. Before putting the “un answered question”, I would like to brief about what I have been going through and why the question is still there in my head.

I was born and bought up in a middle class family. a supportive dad, open minded yet a very religious mom, a naughty bro, and a group of monkeys also known my friends. I believe it all began when I was 13 years old. One fine day, I had a fight with my classmate and I had a bad cut on my forehead. Like the kids of my age, I came home crying and my mom nursed the wounds and put a bandage over the head. But when my dad returned from office in the evening, I began my usual drama of crying and gaining his sympathy. To my shock, the moment I cried, my dad gave me a tight slap and said nothing. I cried louder and he gave one more. But this time, he took my hand, seated me on his lap and told me the line that still rings clear in my mind. It was “are you crying because I hit you or are you crying because you can’t hit me back?” I did not understand the sentence at that time, but later realized that I was not crying because he hit me it was because of the second part of the sentence. And that day I vowed “either not to cry or not to get in a situation which I can’t get out”. But as time progessed, I realised how difficult it is to follow the above rule.
Before I could answer that question, I realized that every other fcuker would have faced these questions. They must have dealt with them satisfactorily enough. So how am I different from every tom dick and harry? I make the same folly as any other pumpkin with hands and feet grown! I do the very same stuff that everyone else does. I pee standing up, and pass the shit as often as anyone of my age. I have made similar blunders like everyone else. I hate anyone criticizing me. I don’t learn from my mistakes unless anyone points it out. Just because, I ride a bike, I am not different. Just because, I exist as a separate identity, I am not different because I am still dependent on others for my comforts like the sweeper, the watchman, the lawmakers and the keepers, the society, my office, my teachers, my boss, my colleagues and my friends. So what makes me different? how am I different? Where am I different? Just because I can write a blog does not mean I am different because there are many more who do this.

Don’t look for an answer here because even I don’t know it. To top off this confusion, consider this:-

I had always believed that I was unique. Until I saw another engineer with a degree in mechanical.
I always believed that I could think better than anyone else. Until I saw others getting better grades, salary, girlfriends and what not
I always thought that I was very practical and logical in my thoughts until I ditched a bike that suited my requirements perfectly and went in for a bike which simply looked better.
I always believed that 1+1 is always 2 until one day I got frustrated and said to a customer AAPKO KITNA CHAHIYE? And then i realized that even the universal; truths are not permanent. It is all dependent on whom you are talking to. An educated fool will say 2, a kid will say 11.
The other day, I was surprised, that my girlfriend knew exactly what I will like to eat for dinner! And she even ordered my food even before I came to the table.
My boss knows exactly when to look at the door and when i will leave from office. He can pin point what mistake I made just by looking at my face.
I mean, if any one can be predicted, there is a sure possibility that the person is not unique because predictions are based on prior similar experiences and if I am like someone else, (I hate typing the phrase again) how am I different? Hell man if I am so predictable, how can I be different? And if I am not different, where do I get the answers to my questions? Now this is getting on my nerves and just like everyone, I am also blabbering here rather than finding a solution.

Now after building up so much hype and after boring you people with such mindless rant, let me tell you how I am actually different.

I have completed my hsc. I know that everyone does but I got 85 aggregate after getting screwed royally in the prelims. Not something that everyone does.
I did some stupid shit because of which I was certified the most creative shit of 2002; I did an automatic car park system using the basic of resources. Can anyone beat this?
I completed my ssc. Even this does not qualify for the “not different” but it actually is because I got a disgusting 45 percentile aggregate but still managed to get a decent college with mechanical branch.
I did my engineering like everyone else and I had the thought always pinned in my mind as to what am I doing? Why am I doing this? What am I gonna gain?
I believed that males who had swollen chests and frocks were simply called as females.
I thought that Mr. Honda had hired fools for designing bikes, I tried bettering mine and I learnt a lot from it… that not to put your finger in grease and if you do, don’t rub your eyes with it.
The best way in which you can take revenge with your land lord after he scratches your bike is to put fevi-quick in all keyholes in his car and grin when he gets frustrated after his key snaps in two when he inserts the key into the keyhole and desperately tries to open the door.
I can keep on typing shit on some online space for no reason and keep consuming time of people who will otherwise be doing something that they are not interested in and hence not good at.
The ninth and the most important point is that, I am different than the regular breed because I wanna improve myself in whatever I am doing,. In every folly, I learn one more way of not doing a thing. I believe that we are all made for a purpose. It’s just that I don’t know what’s mine!
I guess the last point pretty much nails the topic. In a nutshell, I know I am different because I believe so and not because someone taught me. To be different, you don’t need to sit under another apple tree expecting an apple to fall on your head and then expect to discover something that the world is waiting for. You just need to love yourself for what you are. Just do what you love to do and most importantly, love what you do.

Now in case, you are wondering that how this is related to winning or losing, let me point it out. The first step in winning against your opponent is to identify the weakness of your opponent. And That’s precisely what I am doing. why did I put the stupid story in this lecture? the reason was that you need to understand that faithfully following the set rules is not everything, rules can be bent to suit you as and when needed. We are not programmed robots. We can be very irrational at times and this is just one of the things that make you not a pre programmed robot but a human.That’s what makes me different from others. And I am proud that I am different.

Ps: if you are trying to answer the first question, keep watching this blog because soon I am gonna find it out.

Management lessons – Volume 1

Recently, I was lazing arround with my friend and we had a argument over a trivial issue. the issue was not that is worth discussing here but the line of thought of my friend were so hilarious that i decided to put it here.. (sorry buddy for putting things here, but i could not resist 😉 )
What he insisted was that we are being ruled by dick-heads, while i said that he was wrong cos dickheads would soon be thrown off by the inteligent ones by virtue of democracy. But my friend was ready with the following hilarious story which actually made me think over my idea of an boss so his story goes like this…

When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Boss. The brain said, “I should be Boss because I control the whole body’s responses and functions.” The feet said, “We should be Boss as we carry the brain about and get him to where he wants to go.” The hands said, “We should be the Boss because we do all the work and earn all the money.” And so it went on and on with the heart, the lungs and the eyes until finally the asshole spoke up.

All the parts laughed at the idea of the asshole being the Boss. So the asshole went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to work. Within a short time the eyes became crossed, the hands clenched, the feet twitched, the heart and lungs began to panic and the brain fevered. Eventually they all decided that the asshole should be the Boss, so the motion was passed.

All the other parts did all the work while the Boss just sat and passed out the shit!

so the lesson i learnt from this is: You don’t need brains to be Boss, any fcuking asshole will do! 

Life in India

What you will be reading ahead is a very painfull and sarcastic post on the life we have in india.

This can also be clasified as an offensive post so please stop reading here and close this page,  If you get offended very easily.

I am a typical mouse from Pune. In the local train compartment which has capacity of 100 persons, I travel with 500 more mice. mice at least squeak but we don’t even do that.

A  few days ago,  I heard a beautifully drafted speech by our Honourable Prime Minister. In which he said ‘NO BODY WOULD BE SPARED’. I would like to remind you that fourteen years has passed since serial bomb blast in Mumbai took place. Dawood was the main conspirator. Till today he is not caught. All our bolywood actors, our builders, our Gutka king meets him but your Government can not catch him. Reason is simple; all your ministers are hand in glove with him. If any attempt is made to catch him everybody will be exposed. Your statement ‘NOBODY WOULD BE SPARED’ is nothing but a cruel joke on this unfortunate people of my country.

Enough is enough. As such after seeing terrorist attack carried out by about a dozen young boys I realize that if same thing continues days are not away when terrorist will attack by air, destroy our nuclear reactor and there will be one more Hiroshima.

We the people are left with only one mantra. Womb to Bomb to Tomb. You promised our brother Mumbaikars a Shanghai what you have given us is Jalianwala Baug.

After the attack on mumbai, only your home minister resigned. What took you so long to kick out this joker? Only reason was that he was loyal to Gandhi family. Loyalty to Gandhi family is more important than blood of innocent people, isn’t it?

I was not born Mumbai, niether Maharashtra . but i love this place. but loving alone does not solve the problems. Believe me corruption in Maharashtra is worse than that in Bihar. Look at all the politician (you know them ) all are rolling in money.  Our esteemed Chief Minister’s only business is to increase the FSI every other day, make money and send it to Delhi so Congress can fight next election. Now the clown has found new way and will increase FSI for fisherman so they can build concrete house right on sea shore. Next time terrorist can comfortably live in those house , enjoy the beauty of sea and then attack Mumbai at their will.

Recently I had to purchase house in Pune. I met about two dozen builders. Everybody wanted about 30% in black. A common person like me knows this and with all your intelligent agency & CBI you and your finance minister are not aware of it. Where all the black money goes? To the underworld isn’t it? Our politicians take help of these goondas to vacate people by force. I myself was victim of it. If you have time please come to me, I will tell you everything.

If this has been land of fools, idiots then I would not have ever cared to write you this letter. Just see the tragedy, on one side we are reaching moon, people are so intelligent and on other side you politician has converted nectar into deadly poison. We have everyone. i.e Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Schedule caste, OBC, Muslim OBC, Christian Schedule caste, Creamy Schedule caste. What We dont have in INDIA is an INDIAN. You politicians have raped every part of mother India by your policy of divide and rule.

Take example of former president Abdul Kalam. Such a intelligent person & such a fine human being. You politicians didn’t even spare him.  Your party along with opposition joined the hands, because politicians feel they are supreme and there is no place for good people.

Dear Mr Prime minister you are one of the most intelligent & learned person. Just wake up, be a real SARDAR. Why is our money rotting in swiss banks when we are short of it here! First and foremost expose all selfish politician. Ask Swiss bank to give name of all Indian account holder. Give reins of CBI to independent agency. Let them find wolf among us. There will be political upheaval but that will better than dance of death which we are witnessing every day.  Just give us ambient where we can work honestly and without fear. Let there be rule of law. Everything else will be taken care of.

Choice is yours Mr. Prime Minister. Do you want to be lead by one person or you want to lead the nation of 100 Crore people?

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