Rifah’isms – 28th December
Penultimate evening of the year & i’m still up to the usual antics. All it took was a quick phone call & that’s that. Full speed ahead, no turning back.Put Amma into the car & gunned the engine across the WEH. 30 odd minutes later, we’re at Sappa & Zoh’s den! This lovely duo are…
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…
Blurred Lines – How ‘Make My Trip’ eased it up for Gul Panag & her travel plans!
A Social Case-Study on how a Travel brand went from Engaging with Influencers to Generating Leads & nurturing the seeds of a long-term mutually beneficial relationship Being a Social Evangelist and a budding one at that; means that I am only at the beginning of the learning curve when it comes to this bold, new…
@TheBikerni wins The Motorcycling Club of the Year Award, 2013
Being a biker is a double-edged sword. People are forever taking pot-shots, cursing & abusing riders for breaking rules, being a nuisance and a danger to others on the street. To admit quite honestly, not all of it is unwarranted. There are many out there that care two-hoots about safety (theirs & others). They don’t…
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…
Down the path to Aural Glory…
We’d been down the path to Aural Glory since the time we shared a bench in school. We’d managed to sit through our fair share of auditions, listening sessions, arguing over our personal angles on each occasion. As life happened, we went our ways but stayed in touch diligently, discussing audio & other stuff across…
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
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