View Larger Map Dates : 10th June, 2012 to 17th June, 2012 The Dheet-Trekkers : PP , Manish Kutaula , Khandi, Danish, Upreti , Amit Bisht & yours' truly Dheet7 : "So what is the secret behind being an expert biker?" Dheet1 : " It’s simple. Just grip the handle firmly, and make sure the bike stays underneath your ass and not the other way round…" How do I find the words to describe this trip of ours? Well, if you’ve ever seen the video of the headless chicken on Youtube, you’ll know. Without our Sardar , the planner and the shepherd, we were just a bunch of rebels without a clue. But I kid you… The fact is, it was a wondrous trip, immaculately timed (by chance). We not only had our first experience of riding an Enfield in the hills, amidst green valleys and treacherous fog and rain, but we were introduced to a nation that although is considered one of the poorest countries of the world, but where we met some of the mo...
A belief in the supernatural comes with a weakening of the self…. A long time ago, the earth was a lonely place. The population was too little, the land was too barren, or may be too forested, or too icy and there were wild beasts, for taming animals was not known. It was the treacherous place where only the fittest survived. Man was weak; man was vulnerable; man was helpless against nature. Out there, God was the only protector. Then some wise guy invented the wheel and some other discovered fire, and all that jazz. Populations grew, tribes began to form and civilizations began to happen. God this time, was not just a protector; religion became a way of life for the people, a way of disciplining the masses, a means of suppressing the old animal instincts. Gods were on top of unreachable hills, God was the holy Mother in nature, God was the one supreme power the people bowed down to. The civilizations grew and came into conflict with one another. Powers, wealth and egos grew. An...
"What matters our creative, endless toil, when at a snatch, oblivion ends the coil" - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust Yesterday while on the road, I saw a bitch cross the road. I was doing 90 on a village highway with no regard to the suspension or the squeaking door hinges, just because the vehicle was not mine. So I saw this bitch cross the road. And then a little distance behind her her two little pups followed their mum. I swear I could've braked. I could've slowed down. But it was a bitch. So I didn't. By the time we passed them, she had crossed over to the other side. One puppy who was on her heels was across too. But the second one, who had been looking around and had been left behind, probably because he was not inclined to be a momma's boy, was not so lucky. I lazily moved the steering to the left and then straight. But as fate would have it, he hit my tire. Let out a small squeal as he gave up the ghost. Our vehicle did not even feel...
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