She Lives.

We are human. We forget. Sometimes even the things closest, most fundamental to us. And sometimes, whiff of fresh air reminds us of them. Implores us to come back. Forces us to rejoin. And the smile on our faces make it all worth it.

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Sputnik Sweetheart

“There’s a great line by Groucho Marx,” I said. “‘She’s so in love with me she doesn’t know anything. That’s why she is in love with me.'”

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Wandering In Kumaon

Whenever one’s faith in life and all that it contains begins to waver, we reach out to the one that really matters to us. We escape life as we know it and take shelter in the inviting, safe bosom of their saviour. And suddenly we are able to breathe.

Believers have their Gods. I have my motorcycle and the open road.

I was about to begin a new chapter in life. It seemed apt to close the last one with a communion with my God – the open road. So I packed up and trundled into Kumaon, the lush green hills and jungles of Uttarakhand. And it was good!

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Speaking At TEDx Bangalore

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Yqkpn1kyn0

Back in February, I was invited to speak at the TEDx Conference at NMIMS, Bangalore. My entire exposure to TED till now had been through the remarkably interesting videos made freely available for the world to watch under the appropriate tagline – Ideas Worth Sharing. I hadn’t really thought that my own experiences were really worth being shared from such a large platform.

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Going Completely Nuts

If at some point your do not ask yourself, “What have I gotten myself into?”, then you are not doing it right.

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How To Spend A September?

Fishing? Attending weddings? Visiting Durga Puja pandals?

The options are many. Then I saw this image.

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Riding The Rann

It was way back in November that the Bullet moved last. Struck momentously by a cow’s ample rear, it smashed face first into the smooth tarmac of Spiti. So serious was the impact and so impeccable the timing that it is now four months and the Bull is still lying injured, snow covered and unable to move in Manali. At such a juncture, the rather incredulous call from a highway-hero friend (Deepak Dongre) evoked the obvious question – what will I ride? The time of the Classic 500 had come.

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Rewari Steam Loco Shed, A Photo Essay

The morning of March 3, 2012 seven motorcyclists met for breakfast at Manesar. Five proceeded to Rewari Railway Station, 90 kms from New Delhi.

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Then It Got Worse…

The signs were all there. I just chose to ignore all of them. I had just decided to go on a roadtrip to the most inhospitable of all Himalayan regions with two city slickers who wouldn’t sleep on some sticky pillows if their life depended on it. I just didn’t see it coming.

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Bitter Pill

There are a lot of romantic stories about entrepreneurship which have sprung up over the last decade. Things have started working out for people. The success stories keep you pumped up in hope of that elusive finish line. Despite everything, most entrepreneurs believe, and very strongly, that eventually things will work out. What no one prepares you for is what will happen in the meantime.

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