20-f***ing-9

20 f***ing 9 That age is mine. 20 f***ing 9 In my 20’s the last time. 20 f***ing 9 is when every single time I really get annoyed when people just sit and whine. Most friends are now married. Some of them even carried. Not just family or friends, but even ex-girlfriends are worried. They […]

Wild Winter Ride 3.0: Come away with me

Day 4: Come away with me The winds from the ghats were strong and chilly and they hit my dried and tired face. My chin itched. Over the past week, I had grown quite a beard. As I glanced in the mirror of the Enfield I was sitting on, I noticed her walk behind me. […]

Wild Winter Ride 3.0: Fatigue, Fort, fatt gayi…

Day 3: Fatigue, Fort, fatt gayi*… I had it. I was too exhausted and irritated to carry on fighting any further. I finally gave up and lost the battle. Alarm:7 Sangeet: 6 The fatigue from the previous day’s ride had got me. Bad roads till Panathur had ensured that my body ached all night. As […]

Wild Winter Ride 3.0: Blitz to Bekal

Day 2, Night: Blitz to Bekal As I rode my way through the forest, I could hear the streams flowing beside. It was pitch black and there were all sorts of sounds. Afraid whether I would come across a wild animal, I tried to speed along, however the low visibility and the bad condition of […]

Wild Winter Ride 3.0: Windmills of my mind

Day 2, Evening: Windmills of my mind Talakaveri was never part of the plan. But then again, the WWR has never been about plans. As I paid my respects inside the Bhagandeshwara temple upon the thriveni sangama, Shenaz was busy discussing with local shopkeepers about the road ahead. ‘Sangeet, we can either make a dash […]

Wild Winter Ride 3.0 : Welcome to the jungle

Day 2: Welcome to the jungle The following morning, I woke up to the smell of filter coffee. After the first few sips, I already felt energized. Over some idlis for breakfast, we discussed the agenda for the day. As it was too sunny to go exploring Mandalpatti and too early for a scrumptious lunch […]

Wild Winter Ride 3.0: The simplicity of gold

Day 1, Afternoon: The simplicity of gold Riding on the lovely roads, we entered the district of Kodagu, or Coorg. The tree cover was much dense. We rode beside each other. After a quick-lunch followed by a sulaimaani, from a roadside hotel we continued till we reached the Golden Temple at Bylaguppe or the Namdroling […]