My First SOLO 901km ride ..

I was again in my crazy self, craving to give self imposed time to my selfMORE self. Though, all i needed was to KICK my 350 cc- ROYAL ENFIELD (infamous for naming people,i have renamed her SAPHIRA), reality walled the ride for two months. Finally, destiny decided its time SON and one fine morning i tied my LUGGAGE on the back seat blessed to have felt only WOMEN. Weather was good, Bike started in a HALF kick, I could feel the weight of the luggage, everything seemed normal. Then i got my head phones, plugged them in my ears (my ears are CREATED with no ear phone fitting facility) with all the problem solving ability. Neither i had travelled before on this route, nor i had any MAP . Ranthambore is in Rajasthan next to JAIPUR, that was a satisfactory information I had.. I also had the adress of the place, i am going to stay in Ranthmbore…If you are wandering what the FISH is ranthambore, so for all those who don’t know, it is a National park with the most sightings of tiger and is KNOWN for Ranthambore Tiger Reserve ; AND all those who know it it is still the same- Tiger reserve ;} Januaray in INDIA is veru unexpected, so i left with all the JACKETS i could wear and after some time could feel the SUN on skin…Also one of the headphones gave up so soon ; considering the effort of the technical SAVVY in me it was soon. It is also fun to feel beats in one of the EAR drums and leave the other one for HONKS, Engine sounds, screams of all those who have travelling all their life on LIFTS etc..The best part of the VOYAGE was the other ear phone which made rare , everlasting, missing what the FISH sound, once in the BLACK moon. My first stop was for my first pee in the GREEN (no matter how far you look). My second stop was was for the breakfast.

I chose the safest bet on the supersonically SPOKEN menu. I ordered for Parantha and curd. Those parantha created to fill every imaginable belly in one go were the heaviest thing i ever ate. To stuff them in and to soften them a bit, I gulped two glass of HOT (HOTTER than Angelina) tea. Then again with my rusted Armour on climbed on my Saphira with music playing in the Lucky EAR.

The thump of Saphira, the cold breeze hitting my cheeks, smell of soil, pure air and a never ending road; i feel lucky to feel all and not die of hitting the benchmark to Ecstasy. All i remember is I started racing with my thoughts, wind, sadness, problems, I was leaving world behind at the speed of 110 km/hr. I felt as if i was flying. While i was thumping, i notice this hill of bones, I had never see a thing a like this. I took a U-turn to save this bloody moment for you guys. I clicked myself in the frame to present you guys the evidence of what the HELL happens when we screw environment and then it screws back you get to see this..Soon there would be human bones..

Villagers gathered and were staring me as I have gone mad. For them getting picture clicked is still a luxury which i was wasting on ANIMALS left outs rather then them. After this weird encounter, i mounted again to only stop at the destination. AND to my surprise, the road from there on was being constructed. My ass recorded the bumpiest ride ever. I had slow down as I was riding on a mixture of mud, stones , rubbles etc..My helmet did not had the visor and my ray ban’s were not able to ban the wind which lead to blood red eyes. By the time i reached guest house it was dark and it was cold and the fucking water heater wasn’t working. finally i got some warm water and I could feel the pain flowing out of the body with the water. I got ready for dinnner. I could see amazing bonfire with all possible kinds of alcohol( i don’t drink). so i settled for lemonade, that fucking filthy expensive lemonade. The guest house owners were KOOL guys, They happily shared with me their cigarrates and we talked till late night and opened many business and closed them down. There was a constant echo, i had to hit the road early morning as road’s condition wasn’t favourable. Slept like a dead man in grave and woke like warrior to got war. Had the heaviest breakfast, left the table on ly when i started feeling pukish. I did so not coz the breakfast was dalicious in any terms but coz i promised myself to skip lunch and hit DELHI by early evening. After about 50 km on my loving roads, i noticed oil leakinf out of my shock absorbers. Hurrah OIL seal broke. I carried on as i yook a diffrent road to the one i cam. This road was from Jungle and if Bike stops then their was high possibility of life stop. I was the perfect victim for unemployed man and poorly fed animals. ANd ther i hear a unfamiliar TICK TICK sound which meant ” i am fucked”. I speeded praying and landed to the highway, thankfully my saphira deserves all the praises for it. HIGHWAY man who sees back then. I opened the torque, closed my ears to that unfamiliar sound. Stopped at jaipur. the day was holiday. finally manged to find the mechanic. Cellphones battery crashed. All in a day. Mechanic was a kind of chilled out guy. He was asking much money for fixing it on a holiday but bad luck again the parts were not avialable. ASS sole advised me to carry on like this, i was still five hours away on jam free normal speed ride. So decided to carry on ” in the name of GOD, bike god , holy angle and mechanic..ROde like never did before i was touchin 120 km /h at places and the meter rearely came below 90 on the road wher from nowhere a cow, cycle, human comes. I was chasing and being chased my these heavy vehicle. My eyes were giving up but there was a WHOLE lot of pleasure in this which can’t be described inorder to discourage people who would like to take a voyage like this. Finally made up to delhi with a broken shocker, battered sprocked and crashed engine ( crand and piston gave away coz OIL pump crashes somwhere).. BUt BUT BUT…My saphira brought me home.. I trust this angel more than any mountable thing