Its been full 6 years since i had my first riding experience on a bike, as a rider....though i took my licence just 1 year before....Then it was a red YAMAHA RX100...it was as old as I was then and was bought from the first lot when it didnt have a manufacturing centre in kerala...i remember it could easily carry 4 people(dad,mom,my bro and little me) and climb any hill...that was the power of the 2 stroke bike....it really suited me....I was not at all a tall guy then...but could easily climb on it and reach my feet on the ground....I havent really enjoyed throttling the bike to its maximum...had just started to learn riding a bike and was unaware of the THRILL it gave....its sound was amazing.....like always ready for a challenge.....a real masculine touch...it was surprising to me that such a smaal bike had so much power....which was matched by no other bike at that time....but the mileage aspect was a factor which it was just satisfactory at....which was the only thing in demand then.......The new era of more efficient,mileage giving bikes had started in India and Dad had no second thoughts on buying a new one....which was a TVS VICTOR...the old buddy was given at a price higher than it was bought....the production of 2 stroke bikes had been banned by then by law due to pollution norms.....and there was an increasing demand for this bike among youngsters....the new one was a revolution....due to its innovative design and styling.....its efficiency and performance....these were the features projected in the ads which were flourishing in channels those days.....but very few had noticed its lack of pick up....its when the labels and covers of the new bike started wearing off that the REAl bike began to show up.... the mileage began to come down and the shocks seemed to be softer to the road rather than to the person sitting on the bike.....by that time i had been riding the bike more often and the THRILL element had begun to dawn on me...and decided to test the limits....throttled to the bikes maximum on the kowdiar vellayambalam strech ...the economy mode had changed to power mode and the orange LED lit up for the first time..... the speedometer crossed 60 and the bike started vibtrating....it reached 70...and my hands started shaking....it touched 80...and i could hear the bike wailing......and pleading "No more...pleeaseeeeeeee.....i cant go further..."..and i had no options but to release the accelarator.....neither was I happy nor was the bike ...it had started to produce a permanent rattle.....as a result of the small torture....and sounded like a repeated a$$h*le aimed at me....this was when my old friend came to my mind....had it been there with me now.....its sppedo would have touched 100 and the accelator shouted..."Gimme more....dude..."....and this surely would have been the reason why my Dad sold it before i could test the limits....many new bikes would have come....with more power and performance....but my old friend will simply remain the best.......the one and only YAMAHA......
Oct 26, 2007
Confusion pops up in his mind like the fresh mushrooms,putting up their heads after the early showers.....confusion about life,about reality,about self and the world around....it goes on.......He feels the helplessness of an adolescent tree swaying in the wind changing the direction each time it does,or the exasperation of a cattle caught in the flood,trying to gulp in as much of air as possible...when emerging to the surface.....he is unsure of the beginning....so is he of the end at this age of renniasance,reasoning and retreat.....he is engulfed by darkness ,not sure of where to put his feet next....he is caught in the crowd,quickly loosing count on time....looking around as though trapped in a lone island with a wrecked ship.....crying out ......but of no use.His mind is still searching,trying hard to find the 'secret' of life........he is unaware of who he is,what his role is in this place,why he is here or what he is to achieve.... Curiosity boils within to discover the power inside him and to know about the driving forces.....that drives him through this time of understanding,the time of freedom and fearlessness.Worries about the changing world and burried failures,and unborn careers erupt now and then and nothin seems more important than knowledge of inner self.The world appears indifferent to him,with its people hating to think,to reason and to be different.All their life cycle seems similar......earn a living...mint money.....fill stomachs,make children,have pleasure.....with no thinking,lot of worries and a supressed inner self....He is following the majority .....the fear of being left behind forces him to do so....now he is trying to run ahead of them everytime....Just as small children are left in crushes nowadays.....he has no time to look after his feelings.....the childish ones, of innosence,sympathy, and happiness......which are gifted to man and man alone.......even in this era when machines rule mankind.......
End of yet another note by a mad guy.....always different from the ones around.....the one who goes for the silver lining when others point at the black cloud...........
Oct 20, 2007
this is my first blog ....wanted to write this as my first as this is my first written creation....dont know what actually made me do this....but these were thoughts that came to my mind on the 29nov 2005...had a habit of writing daily notes.....Diary...rather....this one is something out of normal......unusual....here goes.....
The essence of man's life is dreams...the more virtual,the more wild,the more unimaginable his dreams are,the more successful the person ll be....like someone said in the past.. a seemingly idle mans mind is no more a devils workshop...its full of thoughts and dreams motivating him everytime he does dream....He is in search of that unconquerable world and those hidden treasures still waiting to be buried waiting to be discovered just like the ancient cities of Harappa and Mohenjedaro were once(now dont ask me questions on that...).The world is laughing at him now,but there will be a time,a day when the spotlight comes in search of him,tracing his path everytime he moves....because it is said....dreams pave the way to success...The art of thinking is considered a waste of time by most,but without it,the concept of "The Ultimate"is impossible....Equally important is the art of thinking different.All the human race still has the false belief that only he has the power to think and dream....although there is no proof against it...the truth is that he doesnt have the power to imagine beyond itor even consider the possibility of happening otherwise.Most great men have become great by mastering the art of thinking different,let it be Albert Einsten or the Great Mahatma himself....all of them tried to swim against the currents...while the mass swam down and got lost in the muddy waters....Not all great men were born great...instead were certified a 'good for nothing by the society' and were mere objects which were once laughed at.....Then how did they become great....and how did they gain respect from the same people??It is through vision...to be precise through dreams...It is dreams which gave them the courage,the motivation and the power to achieve and to excel in life.......Dreams dreams dreams.Dreams turn into thoughts and thoughts turn into action.......
it may seem more like an essay type....maybe because it was written at a time when i was used to writing essays for English exams...just for scoring marks....but this is my first literary work........so had a soft corner for the same......and i publish it......
Aug 21, 2007
HUM AUR AAP......the title of this blog.......may sound simple........the same words used by the gr8 BIG B......shows the care one has ....for everyone.....for the society.......for the world......indicates the unity......the oneness.......these r the views of a man par normal......hi hi....unfortunately thats me.......