I am at a roadside “Dhaba”, on Delhi-Mathura Highway.
The milestone reads “Delhi 107 Km”….
It seems I am far away from the noisy traffic and the city city bang bang …
I looked at my sexy red beauty …..
Naaaaah!!!You people are still hopeful for me !!!!
Its my new “Royal Enfield Thunderbird” yaar.
Whenever I see it, it gives me assurance, “Keep moving, I m with you.”
Each time I see it, it rejuvenates the biker in me.
Now within few weeks it has become a part of my body and the thoughts.
Together, we have covered hundreds of miles and, thousands yet to be covered.
Let us start some traveling down the memory lane.
I used to be desi member of “The Man, The Machine..The Street Hawk” cult.
Jessie Mach, cruising in LA streets with top speed of 300 MPH fighting against crime,
He inspired me to be a good cop after studies. Though later the truth of life and newspapers made me realize that you need honesty than a bike to be a good cop. My mother rejected the idea of having my own motorbike by putting the all time favorite reason of the century,” Bikes are dangerous.”
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I know still there are some of you who would have jumped by the name of street hawk. Please do visit http://www.streethawkonline.com/ for more info.
Knight rider was another favorite during doordarshan era.
http://www.tv.com/knight-rider/show/572/summary.html
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Then after few years I came to watch movie,” Jo jeeta wohi sikander.” This time Sanjay lal from modern college was my hero. The sport rivalry, last bike competition and the sexy legs of Pooja Bedi were few of eye catching things in the movie. This time I got my “Hero Ranger”( definitely male with straight handle), which I remember I kept on riding in noons and evenings. I tried all the stunts on it, injured many times, raced with schoolmates many times, but couldn’t get any prize in any competition but haan stood 3rd in slow biking competition once :)
So the days passed by and the biker inside went on sleep. During College days, got the chance of riding different bikes. I rode most of them, Yamaha Rx135, Yamaha Rx100, CBZ, Splendor, Suzuki samurai, caliber( I rode pulsar after my college days).Yamaha was my favorite one during those days. Easy to control and cruise in traffic. Those were the days when my classmates used to go on date with bike borrowed from others. Then few of theorems were followed ardently in college,
1)
“Whenever you borrow bike from your friend, always get the tank filled not more than Rs. 30.”[This figure varies from person to person, sometimes drop down to Rs 10 even ]
2)
“Whenever you return the borrowed bike from your friend, always tell him that you got his tank filled.” [Never let your good deeds wasted :)]
3)
“Always get the girl first, bikes can be arranged.”[India have very poor male: female ratio and very good male: bike ratio.]
4)
“If you have any idea to purchase a bike, opt for 2nd hand first, because bikes are fu**** by guys more in college than any other pairs [like students by exams, hostellers by mess, girls by ???? Sorry guys, wrong guess! They are not their boyfriends]
So the college again gave few of the breaths to the Jessie inside.
Then Trinity [Matrix Reloaded] came in my life. She rode the ducati with such a control that my adrenaline rose with speed double than that of ducati.I was stunned by beauty, speed and the royal black color binding both of them.
So each time a the cranking sound of engine, the driving motions, the air moving down ears, a long straight highway attracted me. There was a biker deep down, who wanted to ride over, wanted to explore new sights. And finally wish has been fulfilled.
I purchased my Royal Enfield Thunderbird two weeks back after a little research on internet for a suitable bike according to my passion, not by needs. As I never felt the need of bike in my life, its all about “Jessie Mach”, “SanjayLaal” or “Kabir”[ Dhoom] inside :).
Aha…. my tea is finished. So its time to go now…
Just a little force on the kick…
“Thak-Thak-thak-thak…”
Yeah, now we both have our hearts pounding insync.We share resonance.
I understand its language…believe me …if you too want to, just concentrate on the cranking sound of engine.
A long wide charcoal line is waiting to be ripped by my beast.
The horizon is challenging to be touched and the landscapes are waiting to be captured in memories.
Okie will meet all of you at some other place, some other dhaba…....
Finally life is long journey with so many crossroads...And each one of us just has to walk without staying anywhere...
Till then “Shabba Khair”!!
