Something ! had written long time ago....When times were good when i used to bike a lot. Setting off for an undecided unknown destination was the norm and livelihood...gave you the fuel to ride through the other mundane days..

Had to write this for an idiotic creative corner . he he... ! was kinda forced to submit something and ! wrote this.... ! read this today after almost 4 years...and it actually sounds so good ! wonder if ! had copied from somewhere.. ! still have a strong feeling ! did... :D

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The wind was cool and smooth and the fog was the just the icing on the cake. But I was going on for a while now and the effects were starting to show. I was trying to hold on to the handle bar, fighting the calluses in my palm, and then suddenly a thought struck me….. Don’t know how a thunderbolt feels but trust me it would be close…. I stopped my baby, put her on a sidey and then got down to have a fag. I looked around myself, hopelessly wanting to see a soul in the vicinity searching for some comfort in their eyes or may be some kind of answer to my questions. It was 5 am in the morning and I was hoping I could find some form of life just for the comfort of it. In the middle of nowhere and no one around me … The truth hit me bad and suddenly I was stumbling for an answer to the question that was troubling my mind. What am I doing in the middle of nowhere at this hour and with no one else but my bike??? What is it that makes me do a thing like this??? It was a question to the biker inside me.

The fog was clearing and I could see a long white car coming up on the road from a distance and I knew I had my answer. The car was a sign of comfort to many a people I knew, my bike was the sign for me. The car was the sign of status for many a people I knew, and many a people I didn’t, my bike was the sign for me. If I have to ride, I just know that I have to. The feeling of riding into nowhere on one of the smallest vehicles that could be on the road, and the belief that I can make it back to the sane world was starting to blow away my fears into the air. The surge in the adrenaline, which made me take out my bike and go out ..to just nowhere started to make some sense now. As stubbed out the burning tobacco and looked around again, my insides just reassured me, I don’t need to seek comfort in the familiarity of a place. Its the unfamiliarity that drove me here and it’ll drive me further too, Cos when we have to ride….We just have to...

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! have been riding a broken down third hand pulsar for more than a year now. Desperately want to get my hands on a Thunderbird....someday...and ! bet...someday ! will :D

The Point Of No Return

A man once said..wisely or unwisely am yet to conclude ... that You have to get to the "Point of No Return" ....

It seems things get easier after that..i agree with the second part am sure. When u really get to a point where you have no other option but to go ahead, it does solve one question for sure.. "What Next" .

I Have lived my life in a very rash way and i seem to realize now, the momentary pleasures that the sinful life I've led might not have been worth it. But then, wat do i know, am just another guy in the crowd of millions, or billions if i look at an even bigger picture. Heck, i can swear I have followed this quote of that "Un/Wise" man to the hilt. I always did the more difficult part happily cos I knew i had the comfort of blaming the situation when repeated questions of my conscience hammered my brain asking "How Could You?? "

As I sit here, among the equals and the unequals (read: the happier ones) i find no one below me. I, along a few, am at the Nadir and i see my comrades leaving me alone wishing i would rise up soon in the future. I find myself alone, not lonely yet mind you, but alone. I don't really mind the 'alone time', the Nadir was kinda getting crowded and i needed some fresh air...may be think of a plan to get to the point of no return.heck all you know ...i might have got to it already...except that its in the opposite direction of where i wanted to go..

Today, after years of yearning and deciding and typing out drafts i finally reached a Point of No Return as i finally typed this post down...i just hope....this point of no return is in the right direction....

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A not so drunk bibhujeet on 10th April at 3 am :)