Monthly Archives: July 2013

Living in a Box


The life has been like a tick of the clock for many of the people living on a corporate guidebook. The slightest variation from the routine caused havoc and chaos. The catch is that the routine that comprises the day cycle is planned enough make it keep ticking.

It would be worth round here to cite about one such specimen. The guy starts his day at 8:30 Am, still drooling over the late night sleep. Sleep slowly moves over to getting to the corporate suite and starting to office. The first activity in office would be going through the mails to ensure everything is fine and running. Then, off to the cafeteria at 10:30 Am for the breakfast. Then, back to the work till 1 Pm when the hunger calls for lunch. The lunch could be the office served, or a food court ‘product’ which is basically good to be called as a filler than lunch.

Then, call of duty fights with the call of sleep till the knock off is declared as a tea break by 4 PM. Refreshed, it will be a busy hours coming forth, for the reports and updates and the time sheet entries.

Then, the final wind up and off to home. Some time with family, or movie with dinner, snooze snooze and wolah, day next..

My Suggestion : Please bring in more colour to your life. Hit the road, run few miles, plan weekend outing, write a blog 🙂 , in short, life is not ‘just’ work alone.

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Pursuit


Pursuit – An irony when you are ahead, a dream when you are after, but all the while  it is symbolic to something which  is on going, but not yet finished. It is the very idea of action that adds drama to this benign thought.
The intensity of pursuit can be felt from the heart beats of a antelope closely chased by its predator, each thumb is the echo of the life ending down or sheer luck that make it live another day. Watching closely the food and the hunter – each stride, each blink of eye, the fear of the end, the moment of life or the death..

Motorcycle Diaries Page 1 – Nandi Hills, Bangalore


The first page in Motorcycle diaries is jotting down and I hope the readers will excuse the missing elements, which I feel essential for any basic road trip travelogues.

  • Photos – The snaps taken during this trip were minimal and do not include any route snaps. Being the first ride, I was more concentrating on reaching the destination, rather than capturing the frames along the way.
  • Review of routes – I am very new to Bangalore and also very new to road trips. Hence, I am no where to give any riders navigation tips. Maybe, after I have my intellectual ‘gray’.

Route : Bangalore – Nandi Hills –Bangalore

There was no fuzz about route as it was pretty straight forward and not much to think about. I was to straight head to the outer ring road, from there to Bangalore international airport and go past it on Mysore state highway.

Plan : My plan was to start at early day break to avoid the imminent Saturday traffic of Bangalore before hitting the National Highway. Initial plan included a pack of my friends riding together. But, the lazy Sunday got them and eventually, it was just me, a lone wolf drive.

The Ride

I will not be able to write a timeline based travelogue for this ride as I already mentioned, it was my first lone ride and I had all the timidness and anxiety of a virgin rider. it will be kind of storyline rather than a timeline based travelogue.

The actual journey started at 9 am. I was expecting a heavy traffic, but the outer ring and the approach road to airport was having normal traffic. Except for few signals near airport, the route was pretty normal till there. After the airport, I took the Mysore state highway and it was the first time, my bike ran on its final gear. The bike was solid and stern and I was cruising through the highway like ‘walk in the park’.

The total distance can be broken up into three to four landscapes. The first part, of course was the outer ring road in city traffic. The second was the cruising part, where the entire stretch of 30+ km was on state highway. The road was as smooth as it needed to be and so was the bike. Third part was the village road of almost 17 km. Though it’s a 40 ft road, it was an experience riding on it. The road condition was good. It was absolutely straight and lined with trees on both sides. On each km, we can see grape sellers on road side. But, I was not in a mood to relish the grapes, though I realize now that it is something worth stopping by.After this stretch, the final part was the high range, final lap with 40 hair pins(30 or 40, can’t remember now).

 

The top hill was the famous fortified lodge of one of the greatest kings of  central south IndiaTippu Sultan. There are also 2 temples and the notorious “Tippu Drop”. It is said that, Tippu used to sentence the prisoners, by having them thrown downhill from “Tippu’s Point”. But, as with any site of historical importance in India, the place is also not maintained considering its heritage value. The canons in the fortifications are missing, place is not well preserved and  the walls are graved with visitors ‘Love lines’ and names. As an Indian, its a shame for me too that we don’t even today understand the importance of preserving the historical heritage of our past.

Worth to mention here, I had an opportunity to visit the Rudkhan castle in Iran in 2012, which was home to the infamous but first professional killers in human history – “Hassasins”. Considering the seiges and mongol attacks that this castle withstood throughout its history, the Iranians had preserved this castle as such to conquer the time. And I, hundreds of generations ahead was able to see the castle in almost its same sturdiness as in its golden times.

Well, from the road trip point of view, I returned back in same route and was home by 3 PM.

I will be more considerate to keep notes and to snap in route snaps in next pages to make the diary more colorful.

My Motor Cycle Diaries


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Royal Enfield UK: The Bullet is unique in being a machine of the 1950%u2019s but made today with the benefit of modern technology and a full national dealer network. Over 100 modifications have been made to the Bullet in the past 5 years but, with the exception of the indicators, it still looks the same as it did 50 years ago. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The interests of humans are far too complex than explainable. So, is the instance when it starts budding in the brain. For me, all along my life, the interests and hobbies used to vary, some stayed, few washed away, lucky ones kept on coming back.

In my early years, drawing used to amuse me, then in 2 years or so, I lost the skill to curve the lines. Then, the passion of reading started, which held on for quite a long period in my life, the one which still exists, constrained only by time limitations. Then, guitar, blogging, quizzing, travelling, so many such interests came and stayed with me on and off. And of course, today, I will be more interested in the hobby traveling as the blog topic suggests, about the intuitive branching it took.

My travel days started in 2006, after I got my job and started enjoying the freedom: both financially and on decision making. In those days, travel was just packing the backpack and to set to the road on bus or train. At least once in 3 months, I used to travel to a new place in the southern part of India. Then, after 2 years, ever since, I got my first car, and traveling made way to driving mode. The frequency of travel increased and I covered most parts of south India in a short span of 2 years.

Then, last year, my job took me to Iran for a year and it was my first international travel and I made most of the free time to wander and see the new country. I was so fascinated by the culture and beauty of the country that I almost covered 30% of the ‘best places to be seen’ in one year. But, even in those days, I never knew what was in the bag for me : The tryst with the Wind.

Once back in India, I somehow was driven my the old dream of owning a Royal Enfield Motorcycle and as the legend goes, I became the proud owner of Royal Enfield Classic 350 CC engine. And  thus started the frenzy of Motor cycle diaries or roadtrips.

The running in period of the bull kept me on bay (Still keeping me) and I started off with <100 one way rides. And last week, I made the first page of my diary with a day trip to Nandi Hills – a 85 KM drive from Bangalore city. With no biker pack in company and being lone wolf, my priority was to complete the ride than enjoying the spot. The first ride anxiety also, took me on for a while. Still, making the page 1 is the first step towards the start and I hope many more wonderful trips will add pages to my diary.

With the next post, I will start my photo travelogue and of course, the page 1 is “A drive to Nandi Hills”.