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My Motor Cycle Diaries


Royal Enfield UK: The Bullet is unique in bein...

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”.

Adieus Tehran


Sometimes, words are very hard to find. All the emotions are more expressed on the facial muscles and the pain in the heart. These are times when your tongue gives you away altogether to your own discretion.

Tehran – An year back, it was last place in the world, I wanted to go. But now, it is the last place in the world, from where I want to leave. A city booming with its beauty, all beautiful citizens with their beauty not just on skin, but their hearts too.

It will be hard to believe, when I say, that I have more close friends and acquaintances in here, than  in my home town or anywhere else in India. The intimacy and bond of love, my friends gave me here, made me feel that, language or culture or race or country do not stop you from living a good life or respecting and loving each other. In the company of each of the Iranian and indian friends I have been, I never felt away from home.

I still remember how I left for Iran from India. Said, it’s my home country and my own, I travelled to airport alone, there was nothing with the news that I am leaving India, all was so normal. Even I thought, may be it is just leaving, there is nothing to be indifferent about it.

For all the farewell dinners, I had with my closest friends in here, each parting moments, I knew that neither Farsi or Hindi or any other languages both knew didn’t have enough words to say goodbye to your loved ones and to promise that we will see each other again. It has been a very emotional moments that I am passing through now.

There are many lessons that I am taking back from Tehran. The most important of them is that, it is not the differences, but the empathy to understand each other with all the differences and to know that we are all one by blood and bone makes strong relations.

In a country with such a long history and cultural heritage, I enjoyed each and every place, I have been, more with the company of my dear friend ‘Afshin’. Without him, I would not have learnt so much about the history of places I visited, the tales of kings and the architectural advancement of Persians. Each building, each gateway, each sculpture had a tale to tell and without my expert friend  in Iranian and world history, I would have known less about Persian culture Andy Iran. A also the Sohan from Qom and rose water from Kashan and much more.

The beautiful Caspian, the port cities Ramsar, Anzali and the desert city of Kashan, the snow jewels Dizin and Touchal, the priceless diamonds in National treasure, each of them gifted me memories which will never ever fade away. Walking through the busiest Berlin Street, Firdouse street and the parks helped me understand the life of the people and felt the same as if walking in the busiest streets of India.

There are many more good people who helped me and my family in many situations, where no famiky of friends could have made it. The family of Golnoush, Pardis, Devu, Pradeep,Baiju,Prajod,Ashokan, Sajeev, casanavi, Afshin, Murali,Krishnan and many more made my good moments in Tehran as get togethers, parties and the travels and the each and every moments spend in company and helping each other. These people taught me a lot more to the life which I will carry forth. Thanking them for these moments will be the an injustice to the bond between us. So, the toast will be ‘To Life’.

There is lot more to say than said. And it will never be expressed in words and phrases of any languages we shared, but each of these moments will be played on and on in the scriptless, stageless replay of my memories, where I will always, remember you in each rewinds.

Also, the earth is round and life is a journey. So, will always see you in some cross roads ahead.