TOTD

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, all foes to true understanding. Likewise tolerance, or broad, wholesome charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in our little corner of the earth all one's lifetime. - Mark Twain

Am I materialistic?

Last few days I been asked by many as to what I would want as a gift.. no, its not my birthday or anything.. just that my mom is returning from US and my bro & sis wants to send some gifts with her.. and that my wife is returning from Dubai after a couple of months and wants to bring something for me...

So what is so wrong with that, you ask... nothing, if one does not read between the lines... when I think about it a bit more... i wonder why my wife keeps asking me if I want an iphone.. is it just because she thinks I need a new phone (my current phone is not in great shape) or is it that she thinks that buying me a gift will cover up for her extended absence... that I would prefer getting the iphone than her presence.... I don't know... may it is.. maybe it isn't... and ofcourse I will give her the benefit of doubt... I always do (ok ok... atleast mostly do)

but this raises the bigger question.. irrespective of their motives... am I looking at happiness from material things... maybe I do.. recently I have been spending all my 'internet' time on surfing websites selling stuff that i like (electronics, bike gear etc), looking for new house, new car and on Bike related sites... while time spent on bike / tours related sites is to experience the life what I would like to live... and believe me I will never have the kind of time required for that kind of touring... but what about the other sites... why am I spending so much time of that... guess I am trying to look for happiness from material things.. and while everyone enjoy some luxuries, I always thought real happiness come from relationships.. all kinds of relationships (wife, parents, siblings, children, friends, colleagues... i guess u get the idea :-)).. and from little things that do not require money...

so am I changing... maybe i have been changing since some time now... its only realisation has dawned upon me only now... but I have also realised that these things don't make me happy...

reckon my current state can be summed up by the statement in the book 'Shantaram' - My heart moves through deep and silent water. No-one and nothing, can really hurt me. N0-one and nothing, can make me very happy. I am tough, which is probably the saddest thing you can say about a man.

but that's just the current state... It will be over... sooner than later... and as Arnold would have said it 'I 'ill be back'.... you bet your **s I will... I have to...

Zindagi ke liye waqt

another poem that I like... source unknown (to me)

हर खुशी है लोगों के दामन में,
पर एक हँसी के लिए वकत नही.
दिन रात दौड़ती दुनिया में,
ज़िंदगी के लिए ही वकत नही.

माँ की लोरी का एहसास तो है,
पर माँ को माँ कहने का वकत नही.
सारे रिश्तों को तो हम मार चुके,
अब उन्हें दफनाने का भी वक्त नही.

सारे नाम मोबाइल में हैं,
पर दोस्ती के लिए वकत नही.
गैरों की क्या बात करें,
जब अपनों के लिए ही वक्त नही.

आंखों मे है नींद बड़ी,
पर सोने का भी वकत नही.
दिल है ग़मों से भरा हुआ,
पर रोने का भी वक्त नही.

पैसों की दौड़ मे ऐसे दौडे,
की थकने का भी वक्त नही.
पराये एहसासों की क्या कद्र करें,
जब अपने सप्नों के लिए ही वकत नही.

तू ही बता ऐ ज़िंदगी,
इस ज़िंदगी का क्या होगा,
की हर पल मरने वालों को,
जीने के लिए भी वकत नही.......

Patience or cowardice

Patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it's cowardice - George Jackson

Something for me to think about????? May be.

Madhushala

one of my favourite poems (especially the last para) - Harivansh Rai Bachan
And my philosophy in life - let bygones be bygones.

जीवन मैं एक सितारा था
माना वेह बेहद प्यारा था
वेह डूब गया टू डूब गया
अम्बर के आनन को देखो
कितने इसके तारे टूटे
कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे
जो छूट गए फिर कहाँ मिले
पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर
कब अम्बर शोक मनाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन मैं था वह एक कुसुम
थे उसपर नित्य निछावर तुम
वह सूख गया टू सूख गया
मधुवन की छाती को देखो
सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ
मुरझाई कितनी बल्ल्रियाँ
जो मुरझाई फिर वह कहाँ खिली
पर बोलों सूखे फूलों पर
कब मधुबन शोर मचाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन मैं मधु का प्याला था
तुमने तन मन से डाला था
वह टूट गया तोह टूट गया
मधिरालय के आँगन को देखो
कितने प्याले हिल जाते हैं
गिर मिटटी मैं मिल जाते है
जो गिरते है कब उठते है
पर बोलो टूटे प्यालों पर
कब मधिराल्याँ पछताता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

मृदु मिटटी के है बने हुए
मधु घुट फूटा ही करते है
लघु जीवन ले कर आए है
प्याले टूटा ही करते है
फ़िर भी मदिरालय के अन्दर
मधु के घट है मधु प्याले है
जो मादकता के मारे है
वेह मधु लूटा ही करते है
वेह कचा पीने वाला है
जिसकी ममता घट प्यालों पर
जो सच्चे मधु से जला हुआ
कब रोता है चिल्लाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

Pleasure of riding

I am often asked as to why I prefer to ride and not drive. I have also been asked why I went on the biking trip and not gone in my car. I have been giving them various reasons (lesser time, not getting stuck in traffic etc) but the biggest reason is PLEASURE of riding. Pleasure of riding is best described by Sachin Rao in "the pleasure principle" and OldFox in his recent post on xBhp as:

The pleasures of riding:

• The pleasure is in doing three-digit speeds for hours on end when most consider 60 as dangerous and 80 as fatal!!
• The pleasure is in tying the luggage so well on the back seat that the bike seems to have come fitted with it from the showroom!
• The pleasure is starting your bike's engine for a long-distance ride on a cold morning and listening to its steady comforting idle while you prepare for the ride.
• The pleasure is in listening to the crackling clicks from the hot engine and exhaust as they cool after a fast blast on the road.
• The pleasure is in watching a row of several single headlights trailing in your mirrors, the group on the move.
• The pleasure is in knowing a split second before the car in front panic-brakes. You were more focussed than the driver of that car. You survive and smile!!
• The pleasure is when your upshifts and downshifts are so smooth that the bike feels auto-geared.
• The pleasure is in tooting a salute to truckers who safely wave you past on a blind mountain curve.
• The pleasure is in riding with a bug splattered visor for long, trying to look from between the squashed mosquitoes.
• The pleasure is in cleaning the visor at a tea stop and seeing the world clearer through it as it had never been before.
• The pleasure is in greeting a dhaba-owner you meet after 2 years on a remote highway, like you greet an old lost friend.
• The pleasure is in washing your muck-covered bike beside a cool mountain stream.
• The pleasure is in being treated as special because you are on a bike, something that would never happen if you arrive in a car.
• The pleasure is in knowing that your wife loves riding as much as you do, even as a pillion!!!
• The pleasure is in the easy companionship of a riding group.
• The pleasure is when the group gets together weeks after a long ride and talks about it like it happened just yesterday.
• The pleasure is in smelling spilled diesel on the road before your tyre hits it.
• The pleasure is in watching other road users gawking wide-eyed as the group does three-digit speeds together in formation.
• The pleasure is in entering a road-tunnel on a bright day with your sunglasses on and remembering the fear of riding blind for even a few moments.
• The pleasure is in having just the right tool and spares at hand when something goes wrong with the bike in the middle of nowhere.
• The pleasure is when you finish your day’s ride, and reach in one piece. You’re the smallest vehicle on the road, and you’ve survived.
• The pleasure is when you take off your wristwatch, and see a band of untanned skin.
• The pleasure is when your motorcycle and you move as one single united form. Whatever shape the road takes, whichever end of the compass it leads to.
• The pleasure is when you use your hands, arms, thighs, knees and feet to steer.
• The pleasure is when you take off your riding jacket for a break, and feel the breeze dry your sweat.
• The pleasure is when you sing to yourself on an empty road. You’re the world’s best rock star.
• The pleasure is when your rear wheel slides, and you bring it back, when the front wheel lifts, and you take your time bringing it back.
• The pleasure is when you cut through air, at 50 kph or 100.
• The pleasure is when you reach a place you’ve never been before, and someone you’ve never seen before asks you for a ride. And comes back grinning.
• The pleasure is when you wave to village kids, and they wave back.
• The pleasure is when you almost, almost fall. But don’t.
• The pleasure is when you fight the wind, and win.
• The pleasure is when you get up that narrow path for the view you’ll never forget.
• The pleasure is when you view the world at an angle.
• The pleasure is when you eat bugs at 90 kph.
• The pleasure is when you look at a dust-streaked face in the mirror after a 8-hour ride, and don’t want to wash up.
• The pleasure is when your pillion moves with you.
• The pleasure is when you can see the petrol after a top-up.
• The pleasure is when your throttle hand has calluses.
• The pleasure is when you jump a speedbreaker.
• The pleasure is when you stop to help push a stranded car to the side of the road when you had the choice of riding past but didn’t.
• The pleasure is when you stop at the smallest of towns, and somebody asks you deep technical questions about your bike.
• The pleasure is when your roadmaps gets dog-eared, rain-splashed and tea-stained.
• The pleasure is when you give a stranger a lift and he loves it.
• The pleasure is when you have battle-scars, each one a lesson in survival on two wheels.
• The pleasure is when you can feel the cool morning and the hot afternoon, the light rain and the damp fog.
• The pleasure is when you leave four-wheeler traffic standing in a jam.
• The pleasure is when you aren’t lulled by an air-conditioner.
• The pleasure is when you are free. Open. Independent. Liberated.

and more so for me "The pleasure is to not be responsible (for once), to only live for oneself - to zig zag through traffic at high speeds, to race with race happy kids on new age bikes, to brake suddenly after reaching perilously close to the four wheeler in front, to not care anymore - to be really free"

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Rangle Punjab di sift Sunava
Vae jithe rab vargian maawan
Dharti panj Dariya di rani
Jis da sharbat varga paani

Sikh lo nachna khedna gauna
Vae ethe vaar vaar nahi aauna
Jagg jiwen chaar dina da khela
Jana vichar bhrawo mela...

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