tHe StOrM's enTRY

Ok……..finally I bought the storm. Lot and lot of pleading, lots of compromises and above all agreeing to get settled was what made my parents to allow me for a New Bullet. And this time my pleading was more like a child crying for candies. Every weekend I used to get back home and the same words were repeated again and again…”MUMMY PLEASE..PAPA NU MANAA LO”.. And her reply “nahi matlab nahi…tera ik waar pehlaan v accident ho chukeya.. hun bas kar”…but as they say if you want something from heart then god is with you. So finally on a hot day in June the brand new, shining Desert storm was delivered. In fact it was dad who made the debut ride on the bike. He rode all the way from Phagwara to Patiala which is around 170 kms and that he did in exact 2.5 hrs. After reaching home he made a statement. “JAWAANI YAAD AA GAYI” and both me and my sister were rolling on floor after hearing this. (I booked storm from Phagwara and it was delivered in 3 days instead of 6 months of waiting period. All thanks to dad for this). And I can never forget my first ride on it..Boy o boy what a mesmerizing it experience it was. It’s color and it’s sound, its curves. I was in love with this bullet. So after almost a month with all the formalities for paper work done, I rode back my Tornado(Electra)  to Patiala. So probably this was going to our last ride (Me and tornado). So I wanted it to be grand. Just few days before leaving for home I got a big bore silencer installed. So on a hot Saturday morning at 6 in the morning I started from Delhi….Crossed Delhi border in no time. Then Sonipat, Panipat, karnal and then came Pipli. Stopped at the same place for some time. Then reminded myself that life moves on. So the next stop was Jhilmil Dhaba. I have heard a lot about this place. Overall ambience was dull. It may have been because of the hot weather. But obvious choice for breakfast was paranthas and tea. And guess what!!!!! They served the paranthas with amul butter.  What the Fuck……this was unexpected. I wanted white butter.  I asked waiter for it. He replied “sir yahaan par amul waala hi milta hai”…..with a sad heart I started eating and to add on the paranthas were tasteless. So after a bad breakfast it was time to move. Patiala was 95 KMS. I wanted to test mine and tornados speed limit for the one last time. We banged. And we did it very loudly. I was home in exact 5 hours from my start from Delhi with 45 mins of break. Total distance covered in this time period was 265 KMS. Finally the two stable mates (Storm and Tornado) were parked in our porch together. It was a scene which made me really happy somewhere within. I waited for my first bullet for almost 10 years. And now within the span of 4 years I have 2.

Return to delhi….

I was to return to Delhi on Sunday. But for some reason I stayed home that day and started my journey back to Delhi on Monday morning. And my plan was to come straight to office. Ok, I agree, I am nuts. I have been on long rides, night outs and all other things. But coming straight to office after riding almost 300 Kms was a spontaneous decision. And I cursed myself for it for the whole day while sitting in office.  Started from home at 4. 30 am in the morning with lot of warnings and advises from mom. Total distance to cover was 307 kms. Storm was going superb. At some stretches I almost touched 120 Kmph and It was as smooth as if on 80 kmph. No vibrations, no unwanted noises. I was in office by 10.30 am and my team and boss were looking at me as if I am stranger. The reasons were obvious. A dust cladded turban, dirty shoes, mud coated jeans. It rained a bit on the way. This ride also made me familiar with one problem that storm have. Its seats are not at all comfortable. I had a very bad back pain that day. But still I enjoyed my ride.

So this was the story of how this beast came in my life and how I fell in love with it. Plan to have lot of rides on it. Although it’s making a huge hole in my pocket. It’s fuel consumption is very high as it being a 500 cc. but still as they say “ shounk barhi cheez hai” and as I say “ it’s one life so there shall be no regrets on death bed”.

Till next time “CHEERZ TO THE JOURNEY CALLED LIFE”…

                                                          KASAUL KNOCKED

Some day in the first week of june with 3rd beer in hand and tipsy heads.

Sukrut-Hum dono Ch….e hain. Log ladakh jaate hain but apne pass saala time hi nahi hai. But yaar ab kuch karna hai. Mere ko Mumbai jaane se pahle ek last ride maarni hai tere saath.

Harminder - haan yaar bc. lagi parhi hai. hey wait. let’s go to Kasaul. Awesome place. I have read a lot about it. But this time it should be a long ride. (It’s but natural for a sardar to speak in English after getting drunk)

Sukrut- I can take out 4 days.

Harminder- same here. Toh let’s do it. But baapu se gaali parhegi. But chalte hain. Woh toh vaise bhi parhegi toh ride karke gaali khana is better.

So this is how it was planned.

Last ride we did together was in April and it was Pauri. And in that very ride we decided as Himachal to be our next destination. Sukrut sir was about to leave Delhi within 3 weeks.  He decided to shift to Mumbai and after few weeks of search, he landed up with a pretty decent job. So one day in June while celebrating for his new job it again happened to both of us. The same itching which soothes down only after riding our bikes on mountain roads. So we finalised Kasaul this time. It was a long desire of mine to visit this place. I remember going to Mani Karan sahib once with family and just about 2 kms before Gurudwara we saw lot of hippies sitting in a small village. At that time driver told that these hippies come here in search of Marijuana and weed. The name of the place was Kasaul. Few months back I read a blog on BCM touring. This blog covered the beauty of parvati valley (where Kasaul is located). It also featured the enormous food options that one can explore in this small village. After that I briefed Sukrut Sir regarding the destination and he also agreed to it without a second thought. And for a change I decided to take Sukrut Sir’s Machismo 500 this time. Although I am very familiar with the route but still I crosschecked the route map and total distance on Google. So it was 480 kms precise on one side. This sound’s interesting. I brought Sukrut Sir’s machismo a week prior to our fixed date in order to get used to the bike. And it’s really a pleasure to drive it. So on a freaky Saturday morning we both met at our starting point (hp petrol pump in front of community centre at NFC). We started at sharp 4:30am. I asked sukrut to have our first stop at “sukhdev da dhaba” as I was feeling really hungry at that time in morning. This was the indication of a gastronomic trip. And it indeed was. We both have got one thing very good in common. We both love to burn the road at high speeds. And this time some phases of the entire ride were one of the fastest rides I ever made. Now coming back to the trip. We reached Sukhdev in no time. Paranthas were but obvious choice. While we were eating a bikers group came there. Few members of that group were leaving for Ladakh and others were there to see them off. There were some known faces from Facebook. We checked a bike in that group. It was very beautifully modified. We started again and decided to not to stop before Chandigarh. On the way we crossed many bikers who were going towards Ladakh. It seems that every other bullet on that day on NH-1 was going to Ladakh. As usual we both were fast. I touched 120 kmph first on my life on a two wheeler. It was all because of the 500 cc machine that I was driving. NH-1 though not in very good shape these days still it make you go vroooooooooooommmmmmm. We crossed Ambala at 8:30 am and in order to avoid the morning traffic, speed limits and number of street lights of Chandigarh I decided to go via Banur and completely by pass Chandigarh. Sukrut sir followed me and by 9:30 am we were at Kharar. This detour is almost 15km longer than the usual Chandigarh route but it saves you almost 45 minutes. Next stop was “bittu da dhaba”  in front of my college near Kurali on NH-1. We didn’t opt for food there but still we both need to relax down a bit and let the bikes cool off. I told sukrut some old stories of my college time like how we used come to that dhaba in the night for paranthas. There was a family sitting over there. A young couple from that family was looking at me continuously. I normally avoid such situations. And we moved out of that dhaba.  that guy came to me. He said to me “sadarji aap par chashma bahut acha lag rahaa hai”.

It was the praise for my aviators and I was overwhelmingly happy and thanked him from heart for his compliment. We started our journey again and once u cross the kurali flyover then there is nothing that can stop u from speeding up. The roads are just awesome. From there I took CBR and decided to try my hand on it. I was driving it properly for first time. Sukrut gave some advices regarding its handling. Man the moment I dropped down the 4rth gear I fell in love with CBR.  I really have no words regarding my experience on that bike. I touched almost 130 kmph on the stretch between ropar and kiratpur sahib. No vibrations at all and very smooth handling. Awesome machine to have if one have that much of money in pocket. From kiratpur begin the real fun. We took the right turn towards himachal from there. Initial few kms were in quite bad shape. But once u enter Himachal roads are excellent. We came across a group of bikers who were going for pilgrimage to manikaran sahib( u will see hell lot of boys from Punjab on bikes going towards manikaran sahib) all of them were on splendours with open silencers and that was creating more noise then long bore silencer of my bullet. And there driving skills were scary. I don’t want to sound cynical and neither it’s my business but sometimes I wonder that are these sort of idiots really on a pilgrimage. In real sense they are nothing more than nonsense on roads with danger to others. But I don’t think I am eligible enough to comment on this thing. Now coming back to the ride. Within 2 hours we reached Bilaspur and boy o boy it was hot there. Cruised out of Bilaspur as fast as possible. Till mandi the weather was hot as hell. I was feeling my skin getting burnt on the exposed part on my forehead. Sukrut sir stopped before Mandi for some quick pictures. As soon as I enter Mandi it was the same old story. Traffic jams, crowded buses, busy streets. It took almost 15 mins to cross the mandi city and then I stopped to relax just before the Gurudwara sahib on the outskirts of Mandi. Relaxed there for almost 10 mins and then sukrut sir came. We decided to have lunch now as it was already past 2.30 pm. So the search for a decent eating place started. Actually we were more in search of a place where we could get beer with food and that search ended at Sanjha chula. 

Then came the mighty Kingfisher. Oh god!!!! We were actually relaxed now. (on a hot day if you are at home then nothing gives you better company then chilled beer, popcorn, and TV. Or otherwise there are roads to be explored) we started again and don’t know (either it was beer effect) but the ride became very soothing. Awesome roads, nice weather. What else could a biker ask for!!!! Reached the famous Aut tunnel. I just love to cruise through this tunnel. After this our next stop was Sundernagar. It took us some time to cross this city and the time was almost 4.15pm by now. Weather was getting better and better. And we both were speeding as we were bit worried about our reaching Kasaul on time. Before Bhuntar we stopped at a place where some adventure activities were taking place. Those guys over there were having ATV bikes with them and were charging 1500 bucks for half hour ride. Me and sukrut sir looked towards each other’s face and preferred to ride our bikes. The real fun begins once you cross bhuntar. After crossing bhuntar we entered into the parvati valley. Narrow roads with tall trees on one side and parvati river on the other. It was indeed the most nostalgic part of the ride. I had always loved this road. In my childhood days when i used to go there with family in our car, dad would make it sure to stop for some time at the banks of parvati. This entire route, which starts from bhuntar to manikaran sahib is in real very beautiful. Snow-capped mountains were in the view in not so far vicinity. We reached Kasaul by 7.00 pm. It was a beautiful place with lot of hippies and more of wana be hippies (this is a special category of Indians which will be described later). While searching for hotel we came across a camp site but all the tents were booked on that day. So after checking out at few hotels we finally settled in a hotel. I forgot the name of the place but it was in old Kasaul and was pretty decent. It was on a cliff. Sukrut sir made me climb till the reception of that hotel twice and it was a big task in itself. I wish I would have same up and down thrice a day daily and that may have resulted in a slimmer waist.  After changing and getting freshen up we went out for food. And guess what.

 Each and every restaurant over there was having Israel food on the menu. The reason was the hippies. After the military training in Israel (which is compulsory for every one) youngster land up in Kasaul in search of solace and peace. I don’t know how much peace they get there but ya for solace m pretty sure. They get never ending supply of weed which make there squirrels to dance on flowers and that too on one leg. So after checking with one or two eating joints we finally settled in yen’s kitchen. And it was quite a place to be at. Sculptures of Buddha, Posters of bob Marley, and youngster smoking out weed. What else can be desired at such a place? But the food was good without a second doubt. I don’t remember anything else that we ate on that day except kingfisher. Tiredness was taking its toll and drunk we were. Reached our hotel with lot of efforts and straightway landed on bed. Don’t know how much I snored that night (my sister say’s that I do quite loud) but we both had a pleasant sleep.

Day-2 (Laziness all the way and discovery of a new species-wana be hippies)

 I woke up in the morning and saw sukrut sir with a frustrated face. Not because of my snores. There was no water in the wash room and he was running from pillar to post to ease of himself. But soon his problem ended and water came. I ordered tea and went to the balcony. It was almost 8:30 am by now. It was beautiful outside. I rarely get to see such blissful mornings until and unless m not at our farmhouse back in Punjab. After finishing tea we got ready for breakfast and straightway headed to Moon Dance bar and café. I read about this place in a blog on BCM touring website. Breakfast was ordered from a long menu. But mine personnel favourite were pancakes. Never in my life had I eaten such delicious pancakes. So after filling ourselves with half fried eggs, pancakes and ginger lemon tea it was time for some biking now. But before that something else was on the list.

 We checked at the same camp site and luckily got a camp for two in just 500 bucks and dude it was really cheap. Initially sukrut sir was having some doubts but then on my insisting he agreed to stay in camp. We checked out of our hotel, picked our bags, dropped them in the tents and went to ride. We first we went to the city of manikaran and then thought of going to the farthest point possible towards kheer ganga. It was a magnanimous route. I was just in love with the mountains at that time. Then after covering almost odd 18 kms we thought of returning back. Took U-turns and headed straightway to little Italy café. Time was almost about 1.30 pm. In spite of the heavy breakfast in the morning we both were hungry by now and this hunger was of beer. So first on the order list was kingfisher then followed the Israeli dishes whose name I can’t remember now but they were just delicious. So after 3.5 hrs, at least 6 bottles of beer and uncountable food the bill was just Rs 950. 

Man it was cheap. That much of food would have made a big hole in our pockets in Delhi. There was a pool table also which was free. And here comes those wana be hippies playing pool for whole day and doing nothing. Let me describe them better. This is that category of Indians who don’t want to be Indians. They come to places where mostly foreigners live, they will dress like them, and they will TRY to speak like them. All in all they will do everything what hippies do and they think that this will make them look cool. On that very day there was a rave party being organised in Kasaul. Everyone knew about it. Every one said that they are going to that party. But we saw no one going there till the late evening as the entry passes were bit on higher side. We met a dude at same cafe. He was from Jammu and was on vacations after completing his b-tech. (although he was to re-appear in 7 of his subjects because of backlogs) he offered us weed and we readily accepted. It was my first time. Didn’t felt anything but the flavour was good. So after a long day, lot of beer, lot of delicious food, some weed it was time to call off the day in our tent. This is what I call a perfect relaxing day.

Day-3 a long tiring unplanned day (but what’s the fun in following a certain path)

We woke up quite early as we were to visit the Gurudwara sahib at manikaran.

 We left our tent at almost 6:30 am and headed towards Gurudwara sahib. I don’t know how sukrut sir felt at this point. I have never seen him praying or going to any temple or any other religious place. But the thing that he practices in life is something I believe is above all. He is true to himself and responsible towards his life. So after Darshan we roamed in the streets of manikaran city and there was nothing to be explored. We were having some other plans also. There was a path along the river near the hotel where we stayed for the first night. So we decided to explore it. And it was a good decision. After walking ahead for almost 500 mtrs there was no human life around. Water was crystal clear and only voice that was getting in to the ears was of the river. It was truly a blissful experience. Then we moved back to our tent. Picked our luggage, cleared the bill and settled at little Italy. So next plan of action was to be decided. Sukrut sir didn’t want to ride for the whole day on day-4. So it was decided that we will go till sundernagar today. Will stay there for the night and will start up as early as possible on day-4. This was making me sad. I tried for something once more. I asked sukrut sir to take a detour to manali from bhuntar and then returning on same day and instead of going to sundernagar we could stay at mandi. He agreed to it. Time was 9.30 am. It was time to bang now. And there we were on Manali highways riding as fast as we could. I was driving bullet at that time and man I was making it scream that day. While crossing a bridge a Xylo overtook me and there was a girl in it. She waved at me. As usual at first glance I thought that she may be waving to someone behind me. And when I overtook that xylo I figured that t was all filled up with girls and they again shouted. Dude something was wrong. But then I thought that they may be time passing. I moved ahead and stopped at green tax toll point just before manali. Sukrut sir was already there as he was ahead of me. That Xylo came and stopped. That girl again called me and this time by name. I was shocked and it took me few seconds to figure out that she was Sukhmani.  Her brother was my class fellow during school days and then we came in contact thru Facebook. Her mom was also with her. So after a brief introduction and chit chat I moved ahead. We entered manali and from that very moment I started hating that place. Crowded, dusty, smelly. A lot changed from what I remember from my childhood days. I have been to manali almost 8 times earlier as its dad’s favourite hill station. But I don’t think he still feel same about that place. We retrieved back on highway. Before getting back I insisted sukrut sir for rohtang pass and the experssions on his face were worth to be seen at that time. It made me clear that he is not gona do it no matter what!!!! So we started our journey backwards. Just after covering few kilometres we stopped for lunch and beer. And started our journey back at 3.30 pm. With no idea of where we will stop. Both of us rode non stop till bilaspur and there also we decided to head back and cover maximum kilometres on that day. Then I asked sukrut sir that if it is to be then let it be. I asked him to get out of himachal today itself. Rest we can decide once we enter Punjab. After bilaspur it was all dark. So the fun was about to begin. Riding in dark in mountains. I was dieing to do this form long time but never got a chance. So here I was driving through the trucks and making my way on bad roads and all this in extreme dark. I loved it. This was the best part. We reached Kiratpur Sahib at almost 10.00 pm. Now where to go. There was no point of staying there or anywhere on NH-1. It was impossible to reach delhi ad we were too tired. A vague idea came to my mind. I called mom. Patiala was just 2 hrs drive away. She asked me to come home. We had our dinner. Food was wreck. Menu was funny with an entire new league of dishes. After that bad dinner we moved towards Patiala. I estimated to reac Patiala by 12.30 am. I was having this thing in my mind again and again…”galat pang alai leya. Hun g….. phategi”. We were about to reach Patiala when I stopped on side to wait for sukrut sir but he was no whre in vicinity. I waited for almost 10 mins. And they I went back to look for him. I noticed him going straight without him noticing me. I drove fast, crossed him and as per my estimate we were at home by 12.30 am. And there was my ever supportive but  anxious mother on that very day waiting for me at the main gate. And the first dialogue that came “kithon aaya tu. Tainu chain ni aana”. All mothers are some but Punjabi mothers have an edge in scolding. Although she was aware of my trip but she never expected me to be at Patiala at that hour of the night. We were finally in our bed with a sound sleep to follow.

Day-4 (ever felt like a tandoori chicken?)

Woke up late. Got ready. Feasted ourselves on aloo de paranthe with home made btter and kheer. Started our journey to delhi from Patiala at 9:30 am. It was the month of june. I was afraid of the heat which we were about to face on the way back. And I was right. These last 250kms were the most diifcult kms of my life. Temperature was almost 47 deg. Warm air was blowing me off. I was driving bullet a that time. I was stopping almost in every town or village to have lemon water. I was badly scared of heat stroke on that day. First time in my life on that day I was feeling uncomfortable while riding a bullet. We stopped at neel kanth and that break was badly needed. Relaxed there for almost an hour. In the final stretch sukrut just zoomed ahead where as I was not able to go beyond 80-90 kmph. Somehow i reached Delhi and met sukrut sir at Indraprastha metro station. My eyes were getting closed. My head was hot like hell. I waved him bye and headed straight to home.

This was a trip that we both wanted to go for form a long time. During our pauri ride we decided that next ride will be in himachal and we made it. I will miss sukrut sir a lot not only because he was my best riding partner but because he was my best buddy in Delhi. I have looked towards him as an inspiration source.(he always doubted my this statement).He was always there in my difficult time and supported me the most at times when I was badly broken from inside. Since he has left and settled in Mumbai now I wish him best of luck for his bright future.  For sure there will be more rides together. But this time it will be Maharashtra and Goa. But before that I have to visit Sarahan and Rampur bushhar and I may do this ride alone.

Till then

CHEERZZ TO THE JOURNEY CALLED LIFE.

BANGING THE ROADS OF GHARHWAL……PAURI AND LANSDOWNE.

So it started again. I don’t know y but spring season is the most the difficult phase of the year for me. Last year Chakrata ride helped me to sooth down this itching and now again it was at its level best. And the worst and the most depressive thing is that I didn’t had been on any ride from the past one year.. Shame on me…. 2012 begin with a list of 10 places to travel and that too at any cost. Already did Thailand and Trivandrum. Pauri was never in the list. I personally never liked Gharwal Mountain Range. It’s too barren for me. No greenery at all. I love Himachal “BEAUTY”……Sukrut sir insisted on Pauri and there I was waiting for him at our meeting point in front of New Friends Colony on 24rth March. We planned to start at 6 in the morning but started at 7.00. And this time luckily I convinced him to not to opt for canal route from Modinagar. I hate it from the first time I travelled thru it. A very very  boring and lonely route. Reached Muzzafar nagar and this time I got sure on my doubt that Sukrut sir is not good with directions. After asking twice or thrice, taking few wrong turns, roaming in the dusty streets of Khatauli, we finally got our road. This road takes u all the way to Bijnor and Najibabad. For this u need to travel almost 20 kms beyond Muzzafar nagar on the highway and then a signboard will indicate u to take left before the start of a Flyover. And boy o boy. What a road it was. No trucks, no potholes. Smooth plain road till Najibabad. And I drove almost at 110 kmph on this route and it was after so long. Me and my bullet (Tornado) were too desperate for it.  Once u reaches Najibabad, it’s a puzzle in itself. From there one need to go to Kotdwar and the roads are too confusing. Anyways Sukrut sir again did the same. Asked twice or thrice, took two three wrong turns, and finally we were on the way to Kotdwar. One thing I noticed in Kotdwar the moment I entered, “AVERAGE HOTTNESS RATIO” of girls is higher over here. Girls were hot. I asked sukrut sir to check out few but he being a sincere married man opted to concentrate on the aesthetics of his new CBR. I think other aesthetics which I was checking were also good. CBR  definitely deserves some line of praise but that will be done later on. Abhi toh let’s concentrate on food. Did breakfast over here at some sweet shop and as usual I forgot the name. All in all food was awesome.

From Kotdwar mountain ride began. As expected bikes got heated up in some initial uphill riding. Then we stopped for some time to cool off the engines and rest our paining asses.  After this we did something which made to title this travelogue as bang. We did the entire uphill at quite a banging speed. And then came the surprise. Puari was 50 kms and roads were going downhill and the temperature was rising. This was giving me lot of worries. As I was expecting some beautiful scenery at high mountains but here I was going down and down. We reached to satpuli. This was a very sleepy town at the bottom of the valley.  After crossing satpuli we were on uphill roads again.. (a serious note I took on this ride. If u wants to have beautiful scenery while travelling then do avoid gharwal mountain range. ).  road was good. Stopped at a village (I again forgot the name) for a short tea break. Pauri was just 15 kms from here. Did some photo sessions and then moved on. Reached pauri by 4.30.. It was a big city as pauri being a district. Massive construction was happening there. Roamed the entire city in search of GMVNL guest house.  It was a good place indeed and quite cheap. Got a deluxe room in just Rs 700/-. Caretaker of that guest house was a very nice fellow. And above all entire city could be viewed from this place. It also provided a very decent view of the mountain range ahead. But it was too hazy.

As per the, but obvious traditions a place was finalized to sit in the evening with OLD MONK. ALL HAILS TO THIS MONK………. Sukrut sir thought of ordering non veg. but here I was being a spoil sport for the very first time in my life as I promised dadi maa to be a veggie for the next 9 days (navratras). We went to market in search of some snacks and cold drink and soda. It was too dusty. Lot of construction. Nothing to be seen. Came back early and started the session of drinks and long bakchodi. Sukrut sir’s speed in drinks is worth to be seen. He was gulping one after other. And I was lagging behind by almost 2 to 3 shots. By 9.30 we both were high. Dinner was served. It was typical home cooked food which tasted awesome. and by 10.30 or so we went to sleep.  Had a pleasant sleep and we both were up by 5.30 in the morning. Ordered tea. Got ready and left the hotel by 6.30. Saw the highest football ground in Asia. Went to a temple but didn’t go inside. Then we were on the route back. One thing I noticed on the way back. CBR is a pretty decent bike. Very stylish, smooth on curves and awesome control and pick up. Sukrut sir was taking regular breaks for his photography.

 Reached satpuli and had breakfast over here. It was bad. After moving for about 20 kms i reached the spot from where one can turn towards Lansdowne. Within 5 mins sukrut sir came and we headed towards Lansdowne and it was the most beautiful part of ride. Awesome roads all covered up by trees. Lansdowne is a small town with the headquarters of Gharwal riffle regiment. It was indeed a very beautiful city. Didn’t spend any time over there. And started our journey towards Kotdwar. One thing that was good in this ride was awesome roads. I fell in love with the road from Lansdowne to kotdwar.  We were at Macdonald on Merrut bypass by 3.00 pm. Again I treated myself on veg stuff. Babes were hot and so was the weather outside. I was worried about the traffic jams which we were to encounter at Modinagar but fortunately we cruised out of Modinagar within 15 mins. Reached Delhi and then something happened which I was expecting. Like chakrata ride this time also the accelerator wire broke down and this time it came of. At that time I was climbing on a flyover and was in middle of traffic. The moment cable came out of the throttle Eureka moment strikes me. I held that wire in my two fingers and pulled it. Bike was running superbly. Although holding that steel wire was painful as it was piercing my skin but still I managed to cover up the distance of almost 10 kms in Delhi traffic and reached home safely.

We covered almost 769 kms in 2 days. This triggered the hunger for some more kilometers. Next time it will be for sure Himachal. Preferably Rampur Saharan. And that Next time is gonna come soon. Till then

CHEERzZ TO THE JOURNEY CALLED LIFE……

mY LifE

I have seen castles made out of sand. Met people who believe destiny is engraved on the palms of their hands, I have seen people changes their faith, Experienced love changes into hate, I have seen people grow younger with age, and a bird who wouldn’t fly out of an open cage, I have seen love sold for money, people who are devasted inside but outside they are funny. I have seen the unicorn falling in love with the toad, people who earned half the city have now hit the road, I have learnt to expect the unexpected, and perfection doesn’t exist. We all are flawed. Everyone cries, some just hide the tears. They say coal turns into diamond into a thousand years. Someone may believe u are one in a million, for another you are just one in a billion. So live life with all that u have, cherish all ur moments. Feel blessed with what u are…

In the end as I always “CHEERZ TO THE JOURNEY CALLED LIFE”>>>>>>>>>>>>

CHAKRATA RIDE

14 th Feb. 2010. The happiest day of my life. On this day I got what I dreamed of for almost 9 yrs. A black beast known as royal Enfield. I remember of my school days, when I used to look at every Royal Enfield (bullet commonly known in Punjab) with a shine in my eyes, but there was always a feel within that it’s not the right time yet. Well the time came on Valentine’s Day last year. Call it a coincidence but I got my love on the day meant for lovers and ever since our love has grown even more.

This love was initially ignited by BOP (Bulls On Parade, the motorcycle club of which m a part now). I used to read there travel stories on RE website. This became my fantasy.(i do have other fantasies also).. The excitement of going to a new place every time with ur fellow riderz and the feel of adventure and unpredictability  it holds is something I was always looking for and then SUKRUT SIR added fuel to the fire. One day out of nowhere he offered me to try on his MACHISMO 500. The moment I kick started the that beast, blood was rushing at its double speed in my veins. Not much time passed after this, when I kick started my bullet and at that very moment I felt as if we both are made for each other.

Now coming to the Chakrata ride. It was a long desire of mine to visit this place. I came to know about the beauty of this place from BOP stories on RE website. Sukrut sir’s life was also gng ride barren from the past 1 year. I asked him just once and “I AM IN” came the instant reply. I must admit that he is the man whom I have been looking up to from the day when I met him first him. A hunk in every aspect. Aril 9^th & 10 th were the final dates and room was booked in hotel Himalayan Paradise, one of the only two options available in Chakrata to stay. At the last moment me and sukrut sir decided to opt for Mussourie route as it will give us some more mountain riding and hardly we imagined what was lying ahead.(also it gave us the opp. of checking out some hot chicks in mussourie)  And then vibhor paaji (from BOP) called and asked me to ride with them as he was heading towards shivpuri on the same day with his friends. The night before the ride me and sukrut sir were drunk as we went for a rock concert. But on the contrary we both were on our feet before time. We reached Akshardham at the 5.00 AM. And met other riders. The road trip began with a loud sound of 6 bullets and 1 pulsar 220. Canal route was taken to reach Khatauli and as usual it was boring. We stopped at Muzzafar Nagar for breakfast. It was the usual tandoori paranthaas, butter and tea to add on breakfast. While we were enjoying the supper,  a south Indian family stopped at the same dhaba and the entire family especially the kids were excited to see the bikes lined up. Two girls were posing with my bullet.(i was overwhelmingly happy to see this)  First I thought of asking them for a short ride then I dropped the idea by looking at the size of the man standing with them.

From there we headed to Roorkie and overthere we decided to carry on with vibhor paaji till the farthest point. Everyone stopped at the last theka before Haridwar as it being a dry city. Garry and Vibhor paaji insisted us both to come with them to Shivpuri but we preferred to visit Chakrata.( vibhor paaji m sorry for this). They bought booze over there and this could have been sufficient for the entire month and these guys were to finish this in just two days. HOLY FUCK. The moment me and sukrut sir reached Mussourie the only thing running in our mind was beer and food. We went to the Tavern bar and restaurant. The best bar in entire Mussourie but a bit high on prices and we both have had gala time over there. We were still on Mall Road when Sukrut sir felt to dump and he decided to return to Tavern.(when he came back he told me that the moment u dump the feeling u get is something better then after sex feelings)  For the next half hour I sat on my bike and checked some hot stuffs over there. I was literally interested in honeymoon couples, as they are always HOT and READY.

Then we started our journey towards Chakrata and it was on this route that I got my dream pose with my bike. It was like an orgasm to me.(i think i will get it for the right reasons also).. I loved it. Mussourie to Chakrata is really very scenic and picturesque but the roads were not in good condition. Some stretches reminded me of Jubbal ride where it took us 7 hrs to complete 50 kms. we reached the Chakrat at 7.30 pm. It was indeed very beautiful and the moment u reaches their u read the sign saying “NO FOREIGN NATIONALS ALLOWED”.

We moved towards our hotel and it turned out to be a really decent place with a very humble owner. And every one knows what could have followed. Tables were settled out in the open and it was quite cold. And soon signature came on the table. And this was followed by 2.5 hrs of bhakchodi and dinner and at last lot of snoring. In the morning I woke up by the sounds being produced by sukrut sir. Man, he was loud. I wonder how abhilasha didi (his wife) manages. Anyways we were ready by 7.15 am and were having our breakfast out in the open when I thought “is baar baarish nahi hui”. After 5 mins I was cursing myself for saying this and this reminded me of Nishant paaji ( from BOP) whose rain effect brought rain even in Kuwait. (I think Punjab government should hire him for his rain effect services during paddy season.. paaji think about it. U will roll into money)

At about 8.15 am rain slowed down a bit and we moved only to stop a few km later. It rained heavily thereafter and then hell broke on me. My bullet refused to start. Its accelerator wire got jammed. I stood in the rain and after 2 hrs of endless efforts it started with some jugaar and then I took it to the mechanic. In the entire town of Chakrata there is only one bike mechanic. Finally we left from there at 12.00 noon and reached Delhi by 9.30 pm. And it was really an awesome ride. Wish to visit Chakrata again.

In the end as I always say CHEERZ TO THE JOURNEY CALLED LIFE and Nishant paaji always say till then ride safe and have safe .......