What's in a New Year
"Main chal raha hu" was my last message to Rajat. I had to don the role of Batman and play some dirty tricks on my family to let me go, before I had been blamed of utter disrespect to everyone at home. Mother is quite unhappy since my spends on travel have grown over the years, gradually being modelled as a spendthrift at home. What do I do if I dont do what keeps me happy?
It had always been about the bike. I have seen the mountains and I know how they look like. I have seen the rivers and I know how they look like. I know I will see more of them but how? With a bike of course. It's winter here and it all gets really foggy in the morning which is one thing that makes me go crazy. Although the risk of moving around on highways during a thick fog is high, the least we can do is stay as careful as possible. No over speeding. No overtaking. No rash riding. Go and explain this to Akash. You are only wasting his time.
I could barely sleep for 2-3 hours since the 2nd last day of the year wasn't good to me at all. I had to deal with a clown who was screaming and shouting on the road for all what he had lost, and I took those 2-3 hits, really feeling stupid now for not hitting back, after all that punching practise and I pretended to be a monk. I am regretting it now.
"Real victims suffer in silence, posers pretending to be victims do so to gain money and status. Be wary of “loud victims” they are almost always playacting"
Poor best friend of mine, had to cry for faults of others, one who cant be decisive about HER life (the unlucky) and the other HE who only knows how to be an asshole (the toxic)
"The only difference between the toxic and the unlucky is the unlucky brings you down inadvertently, avoid both"
I kept telling myself to calm down, find some sleep and get going. If somebody really wants to get out of the situation, they will. If not, then they just used you as an escape for a temporary period (the unlucky brings you down). I had already received a nice "thanks for helping" note on my head & abdomen, haha. Still, it was really hard to sleep and I am glad I didn't. This was actually what I needed. Those hits! Those abuses! Back to being Vegeta!
2 hours of sleep and I got ready hurriedly at 4 30 AM. I was out of home but my head was still there. I shared everything with my hum-janam friend, who told me to rather have ground nuts and fuck it all. Some moments later I heard the Avenger's growl from a distance.
That was it. My journey had begun.
We were some 50 odd kms away from Delhi when I finally got to sit at the Avenger's back. We were 17+2 people, going to a beautiful place with a beautiful view. As I said, it was more about the bike. The fog was absolutely thick. The air was absolutely chilling. Our clothes were absolutely wet while other 17 drove comfortably in their cars. And the ride was absolutely thrilling, shaking and promising.
100, 110 and even 120 kmph. There was no stopping Akash. He rode it as if he was cycling around knowing we couldn't see much because of the fog and the road being slippery. His excuse? "Älways trust your driver". But the excitement to be on the bike was just too much for us. He didn't care much about me being worried. Neither did I cared much about he being worried about me being worried. The only things stopping us was hunger. After a brief pause, we began again until the sun came out in full and the fog disappeared like it never came. Thanks to Google showing something and telling something else, we lost track and found ourselves stuck amidst vehicles, honking and animals.
Encounters
1. People! Moradabad is as useless to drive in as much as Noida. No rules. Buses on wrong sides, unruly bikers, autos with DJs and Cows. Holy Cows! Ruining rides.
2. Monkeys! We took a break to pee & sit idle for some seconds in a field and saw a simian walking towards us in anger. Akash was reluctant to get up unless I squeaked because the monkey came as close to an arm's length. Fortunately, he went running inside the field where he had a fight with another alpha, dominated until the others came and chased him away
3. Water! Back on the road, we were short of water in our bodies and decided to buy some. A biryani wala told us to buy it from shops, following which we took a little left into a village. Amazingly, we rode at least 4 kms into the market, passed some 250 shops but NONE SOLD A WATER BOTTLE.
The journey was smooth afterwards. We crossed Ramnagar, entered Corbett as it kept getting colder and darker. We had reached Marchula by then, just before the sunset. It was time to leave for a higher, colder place in search of snow.......
New Year? Tell me, does it matter??
It had always been about the bike. I have seen the mountains and I know how they look like. I have seen the rivers and I know how they look like. I know I will see more of them but how? With a bike of course. It's winter here and it all gets really foggy in the morning which is one thing that makes me go crazy. Although the risk of moving around on highways during a thick fog is high, the least we can do is stay as careful as possible. No over speeding. No overtaking. No rash riding. Go and explain this to Akash. You are only wasting his time.
I could barely sleep for 2-3 hours since the 2nd last day of the year wasn't good to me at all. I had to deal with a clown who was screaming and shouting on the road for all what he had lost, and I took those 2-3 hits, really feeling stupid now for not hitting back, after all that punching practise and I pretended to be a monk. I am regretting it now.
"Real victims suffer in silence, posers pretending to be victims do so to gain money and status. Be wary of “loud victims” they are almost always playacting"
Poor best friend of mine, had to cry for faults of others, one who cant be decisive about HER life (the unlucky) and the other HE who only knows how to be an asshole (the toxic)
"The only difference between the toxic and the unlucky is the unlucky brings you down inadvertently, avoid both"
I kept telling myself to calm down, find some sleep and get going. If somebody really wants to get out of the situation, they will. If not, then they just used you as an escape for a temporary period (the unlucky brings you down). I had already received a nice "thanks for helping" note on my head & abdomen, haha. Still, it was really hard to sleep and I am glad I didn't. This was actually what I needed. Those hits! Those abuses! Back to being Vegeta!
2 hours of sleep and I got ready hurriedly at 4 30 AM. I was out of home but my head was still there. I shared everything with my hum-janam friend, who told me to rather have ground nuts and fuck it all. Some moments later I heard the Avenger's growl from a distance.
That was it. My journey had begun.
We were some 50 odd kms away from Delhi when I finally got to sit at the Avenger's back. We were 17+2 people, going to a beautiful place with a beautiful view. As I said, it was more about the bike. The fog was absolutely thick. The air was absolutely chilling. Our clothes were absolutely wet while other 17 drove comfortably in their cars. And the ride was absolutely thrilling, shaking and promising.
100, 110 and even 120 kmph. There was no stopping Akash. He rode it as if he was cycling around knowing we couldn't see much because of the fog and the road being slippery. His excuse? "Älways trust your driver". But the excitement to be on the bike was just too much for us. He didn't care much about me being worried. Neither did I cared much about he being worried about me being worried. The only things stopping us was hunger. After a brief pause, we began again until the sun came out in full and the fog disappeared like it never came. Thanks to Google showing something and telling something else, we lost track and found ourselves stuck amidst vehicles, honking and animals.
Encounters
1. People! Moradabad is as useless to drive in as much as Noida. No rules. Buses on wrong sides, unruly bikers, autos with DJs and Cows. Holy Cows! Ruining rides.
2. Monkeys! We took a break to pee & sit idle for some seconds in a field and saw a simian walking towards us in anger. Akash was reluctant to get up unless I squeaked because the monkey came as close to an arm's length. Fortunately, he went running inside the field where he had a fight with another alpha, dominated until the others came and chased him away
3. Water! Back on the road, we were short of water in our bodies and decided to buy some. A biryani wala told us to buy it from shops, following which we took a little left into a village. Amazingly, we rode at least 4 kms into the market, passed some 250 shops but NONE SOLD A WATER BOTTLE.
The journey was smooth afterwards. We crossed Ramnagar, entered Corbett as it kept getting colder and darker. We had reached Marchula by then, just before the sunset. It was time to leave for a higher, colder place in search of snow.......
New Year? Tell me, does it matter??
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