The morning of March 3, 2012 Seven motorcyclists met for breakfast at Manesar Five proceeded to Rewari Railway Station, 90 kms from New Delhi
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. Saturday 5.30 … Continue reading
So what if the journey back home was a nightmare I saw with open eyes. So what if the stink in me did not go away for a week. So what if I ended up getting scammed by a God-man even after I did everything to help him. So what if Tip-in Point was fogged … Continue reading
This is enough. 6 months and not a single trip. Its a shame.
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. It seems I will have to cross a Jalori Pass. And Rohtang Pass. And Kunjum Pass. And Baralacha Pass. Also, it seems I … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading