It’s high time I wrote about this experience.

Recently, when I had gone to Mt. Abu with a few of my friends, I had the experience of a lifetime!

Once we were done with breakfast, all of us set out to do a little sightseeing, and as we wandered around d city, we saw group of 2 or 3 riders on their Royal Enfields cruising around. After the initial admiration, I quite forgot about them as the wonders of the city filled me. We walked around the bazaar, ate popcorn, slurped down some ice slushies and bought a bunch load of souvenir crap. As we moved into the Nakki Lake for a taste of the original and famous rabdi we heard a roar that made everybody stop in their places.

From all sides possible, bikers atop their Royal Enfields poured into the little chowk. 10 in all, with each and every one of the bike different, they parked their bikes in a neat linear formation.

Ten bikers on 10 bikes, 10 beasts. That in itself was a sight to behold. Every eye in the vicinity was fixed on them, well; at least that’s what I imagine ‘cos I surely couldn’t take mine off them. They turned off their bikes and took a few photographs of themselves, and so did everybody else. I, for one, was too mesmerized even to move.

After the whole photo session, all of them started their bikes; didn’t race, didn’t drive, just started; and that was enough to get my heart racing.

The thing about Royal Enfields is that when the bike engines start and the bike is in good health, the firing matches the beat of your heart, well; my heart. The heart resonates the sound and beats along with it. So naturally, when you race, the heart works overtime, beating feverishly to keep up with the pace.

So, that’s exactly what happened. For about 30 seconds, they all raced simultaneously, in the neutral gear, making my poor heart go mad. And then for about 10 seconds, all of them honked, one after the other, while their engines roared and the sound echoed through the valley, in that little chowk. There wasn’t another sound there. It was breathtaking, like a pack of wolves calling before an attack, like a cult performing a kind of ceremony or ritual, like the calling of a conch shell announcing that something grand was going to happen. Then, the leader signaled and slowly, one by one, the pulled out of the chowk in a synchronized routine.

And just like that, in less than a minute, they were all gone with only the roar of the beasts buzzing in our ears. It took me a while to come out of the experience and into the real world. It was then I realized that I had had a crazy adrenaline rush and that my heart was beating too fast. For about an hour afterwards, I was weak in the knees with a heart beating out of my chest.

Even know as I recall that scene I get an adrenaline rush! Wow! That was one hell of an experience!!

Sorry, I just need a while J

to catch my breath…..

Feed it to the dog..

I don't get it why "feed it to the dog" is so derogatory... I have a few arguments about this one.
First of all, when u give me, buy me or gift me food, it becomes mine. What I do with it is my problem. I can eat it, even if my stomach explodes, I can feed it to the poor, to the cats, to the dogs or whoever I wanna feed it to.
Secondly, do we only feed crap to the dogs? Can't the deserve a taste of good, tasty food? Can't they eat some proper food once in a while? Don't they deserve to have food which is actually fit for eating and is not rotting?
Then why is "feed it to the dog" so derogatory?
Please get this,  I respect food. Hell yea! I respect it a lot! I respect the feeling u make it for me or buy it for me too... I'm fully aware how much you respect me. But please get this, it's out of this respect that I have for you and food that I give it to the dog. After I have had my fill, I very lovingly give it to someone who needs it more than me. I WANT to share it with the dog, with the cat, with animal who is hungry. I want him/her to enjoy the food u gave me as much as I loved it. I want him/her to love you as much as I do.
Please understand, I love you, I love the animal and it is out of all that love and respect that I 'feed the dog'. It is not because I consider that food as scrap. It's because I value it so much, enough to share it with someone who needs it more than me.

So every time I feed something you gave me to the dog as well, it is because I love and respect you more than you can ever imagine.

Moving

I was sitting in the back of my car, just staring out the window when I noticed, the things closer to me were moving really fast and the things slowed down as the distance increased. Farther the thing is from you, it moves less. The shrubs and trees next to the road just zoomed past while those farther beyond, I had to wait for a while before the scene changed.

How strange! If you think about drawing parallels, people are the same. The ones that we observe from far or those we aren't so familiar with, remain more or less the same over a course of time. You observe hardly any difference 'cos it's so superficial. The closer somebody is to you, one can notice the change faster, they move too fast. Even the slightest things affect you. The closer they get, more they seem to change with time. And the worst of all, they are the ones that matter to us most. So obviously, they affect us most. 

The only way then out of this seems to by running at the same pace. All we can do is keep up with them so that they always are by our side. There is no time to tire out, no time to stop or they will be far gone and you're left in the company of those that are farther away from you. They don't matter as much do they?

Can we slow down for a bit? Can we take a break? Can we stop running for a while? If those close to you slow down, you are damn lucky. If not, just wait for you to get lucky, but never lose heart its coming to you, life always has a plan for you.

And most importantly, when somebody does wait for you, stop, acknowledge and hold on to the person forever because you never know if you will ever get anyone like that again. :)