Absenteeism

 Four months, yep that’s how far long it has been since I last ranted out here. From November last when an entire year finally ran out, till now, where the new year has gotten well n truly old, loads has changed. Watched by maiden MotoGP at Sepang, Malaysia courtesy @castrolbiking ; ran donuts ’round…

Air India & Pulling the wool over the Nation’s Eyes

Air-India, our national airline was once the erstwhile ruler of the skies. It’s mascot, the Maharaja evoked memories of passengers being treated like royalty & they were. In a world where other airlines were reducing baggage allowances, Air-India would allow passengers to carry their life with them. There are tales of Gulf returnees being served the finest…

Amma – the Rockstar

The first lady, she has a thing for two strokes you know.How can I be so sure, you ask? Well, here’s how… A pillion ride you’ve always been, riding with dad when you were only in your twenties & the ride back then was none other than the elegant looking Lamberetta… Over a decade was…

The Motorcycle Diaries , Chapter – Ladakh

Originally posted on Bulleteerism:
Had never thought of writing a blog because the corporate life doesn’t want you to sit free & spare time to pen down my own thoughts. So here I am with my first ever blog. The “Ride Of My Life” when I “Got Leh`d” this summer !!! The Plan Being a…

if only…

wonder how crazy it’d have been maybe it’d have been cool or it’d have crumbled & gone no one could know, but you

in conversation with a snail

he’s been there for two days nowdisappearing for hours inbetweenleaving me wondering,if he had drowned,or gotten washed down the sink but there he was,with a crawl that’d have one to believe that the world had come to a standstill.For, he can’t quite hear those voices thoughAnd so he goes, in his own imitable wayas if…

अधांतरी

जीवनात हरवलेला तो, कशासाठी? कोणासाठी? ठाउक त्यालाही नाही  पण, खाज म्हणो किवा खोड  डोक्यात मात्र एकच बोल कि त्याच्या ह्या कोलमडलेल्या आयुष्याला  उभारायचा कसं तो  घोळ

the war raging within

concern drives them into counseling him against riding for they fear their worst fears might come true little do they know though, that the very thing they seek to stop, is what keeps him going in a world that imploded, a long time ago…

Not Enough Time

flinching at the jabs in the heart chills coursing down the spine wishing for fingers intertwined while life keeps whispering in the ears there’s not enough time    

Fear of Silence

Originally posted on thethoughtsofalunatic:
I crave the security in keeping busy. I crave the control over having a ‘to do’ list and checking off each thing. I crave the daylight. I crave noise. When the silence hits, when the sun begins to set, the fear kicks in. There is nothing left on my ‘to do’…

One day…

  One day it’ll all be overEverything will have ceased to matterIt shall then be timeNo hesitation or long drawn affairs of any sortJust the final shot That’d have met it’s mark