Have you ever felt fear? Real fear. The kind that rises up from the base of your spine. The kind that leaves a chill all across your skin. The kind that is accompanied by the realization that this could be the moment of reckoning. The kind that you cannot do anything about.
Sometimes the best laid plans can go to waste. I was to leave for Ladakh a couple of weeks back. Everything was set. The saddlebags were strewn in the open. The bike was leaking oil and the brakes weren’t working. I had just quit my job and had no assets or savings to speak of. […]
Okay. Plan changed. Spiti is not going anywhere. Ladakh almost did. It is time to give back. So we have decided to forget Spiti for the time being and go to Ladakh instead. We will be helping out with the relief work there to our best possible extent. We are also trying to gather some […]
Tragedy has struck in paradise. Ladakh is under massive mudslides after heavy rains from a cloudburst. Heaven has been turned into a war zone.
So I am going to Spiti Valley. In September. That shaded region in the map with the black lines showing approximate route taken to get there. Apparently its a very beautiful place.
So long that I have been out on the road. So long that I have felt alive. So long that I was stuck within the confines of my house and the office. So I left. Hitting the highway felt liberating. Dark clouds ominously lined the horizon. But there was no fear, there was anticipation. We […]
I used to feel like a dog on the edge of a highway. Fascinated by the quickly passing by cars and buses which always seemed to know where they were headed, hurrying quickly to the destinations they were so sure they needed to reach. I was so unlike them. I stood at the edge of […]
Its been a while since I rode any longer than the distance from my house to my office which frankly is not much anyway. So when the Republic Day ride came about, I left everything behind. RM-X was happening on the same weekend but after a rather non-dramatic meeting with the Inddiethumpers, I decided I […]
It got very cold as the overhead blower kept spewing a chilly breeze despite it being no more than 10 degrees outside. And I let it go on. The breeze forced my eyes shut which had no sleep in them despite this being the last flight out of Delhi on a Sunday night. My eyes […]
Get out there and enjoy the ride. Get wet in the rain till you can soak no more. Let wind blow dust into your eyes till you can see through the storm. Let fatigue take over you till you become numb. And everything will be crystal clear.