Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Rebellious

Haha, I have not even properly started writing blogs and I am already at a block. Many ideas are swarming in my head, but when I sit at the keyboard - BLANK!

So now I decided to just write, write whatever comes into my head and continue writing. What's the worse that could happen? I loose the audience that I don't have? People stop reading what I post? People will "unfollow" me? Who gives a f**k, I am not writing this for name, fame or glory, I am doing this for myself. To have a medium where I can write whatever I want and not care about who reads it (if they read it at all). Who knows, maybe fifty years from now, some poor soul will compile all these blogs into a book "Ramblings of a MotoHolic" and will become rich and famous. I don't care!

I am doing this for my amusement (and for yours too, yes you, the one reading this now, you know I am talking about you). So just kick off your shoes, pour yourself some wine (or maybe something stronger if you prefer) and just ramble with me.

Isn't is a good feeling when you don't have to stick to specific topic, follow some kind of guideline or manage to squeeze all your thoughts into certain amount of characters, or having to stretch your thoughts for fill up certain amount of pages? I feel some kind of freedom in this. I set the rules and the rules are such that there are no rules, got it?

Sometimes I feel it's necessary to give yourself this type of freedom. Especially in the modern world that we live in where everything is ruled out for you and everything is in it's box and a place and God forbid that your behaviour does not comply with the norms! I am slightly lucky in this regard, for the country I live in - I am already not complying with the norms. So no matter what I do, I am already abnormal. At first I tried to change people around me, "it's for their own advancement!", I used to say. Then I decided to try to blend in, learned the language, learned the culture. But even as I have succeeded in these, I am still abnormal. My skin colour does not allow me to blend in with the environment, now I am behaving like a local, but still look like a foreigner. This throws me completely out of norms not only with locals, but with foreigners as well. "He looks like us, but he behaves like them!" they say. And the other party says "He looks like them, but behaves and deals like us!" In both cases I am an abnormality. And I like it, I have learned to accept it. No, to hell with accepting, I am enjoying it! I am being my own unique self, and I am not letting "norms" from outside dictate how I should or should not be.
My type of high.
So yes, as I said, I am lucky in this regard. Due to circumstances I have been "forced" to live outside the box. I recommend it for you too! Yes, get out, do something new, do something outrageous! Live outside the box and outside the norms that everyone tries to enforce on you.

This is another reason why I enjoy motorcycling so much, it gives me feeling of freedom. I disconnect from the world and at that moment there is only my motorbike and the road, the rest of the world does not exist. It's a kind of mental high that I get when I am on a road-trip. It is hard to explain, but I hope there are some people out there who can understand what I am talking about (Hi-five to you in that case!).

If I had the resources, I would spend 4-6 months on the road just riding, but you know what is really f**ked up? There are about 8.7 million species of life on Earth, and humans are the only species, I repeat - ONLY SPECIES, that have to pay to live here. Man, if you think about it, it's so messed up! But I am not going to go into that direction coz that is depressing and it's going to get me into emotional spiral that will make this article pages long and I will be just rambling about corruption, politics and other "inhuman" behaviour. F**k it, stop, now is not the time and it's not the place for this. Happy thoughts, motorbike tours, road-trip...

And on this happy thoughts I would like to end, with this. If you are (or your company) in a position to fund or sponsor my road-trips, I will be more then happy. Yes you see, I love riding so much that I am willing to be called "corporate sellout", a "corporate whore" or anything along those lines, as long as I am getting to hit the road as much as possible. I am not looking to make millions, lets be realistic here, all I am looking for is assistance to cover expenses. Anyway, enough money talk, if any of you are interested, leave comments below.

Well, I think it has been enough of rambling for today, we have covered vast amount of topics from deep and meaningful to petty and mundane.

Have a good day ahead of you, until the next time we meet (through the pages of my blog).

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Bishnupur - 2016

It's six thirty in the morning,
On the highway 'am again,
Trucks and cars already hornin'
Slowly crawling in their lane.

I am waiting for my brothers,
Fellow riders, to arrive.
Was informed there would be others,
Novel faces on this drive.

I can see on the horizon
Line of glistening headlights.
Here it is, my sweetest poison,
Coming at me in my sights.

Riding gracefully till breakfast,
Changing scenery and road.
Fine asphalt replaced in contrast
By ball-crushing episode.

All bad roads are far behind,
We are hitting final stretch!
Now I get my peace of mind,
What a lovely photo-sketch!

Ancient temples, palace ruin,
Bishnupur has showed us.
Goat-chaser in the brewin',
Can you spot him without fuss?

Selfie stick has much importance
To some brothers from Bengal.
How else you'd prove attendance
Of these rides to your sweet gal?

Photoshoot is not a problem,
There's so many sexy brands.
Debarshi's held en emblem,
With the fountain of sands.

Karma does come back 'round
Arjyo'll tell you for himself
His RC has kissed the ground
As he went 'cross the delf.

Sun was setting in the forest,
Through the "Hati corridor",
Our engines revved in chorus
Mir - was our monitór.

Getting home wet 'n' exhausted,
Got me miles under my belt.
I'll recall this day 'n' boast it
Till another one be dealt.

Saturday, March 24, 2018

#MotoHolic - the awakening

"Maybe you should start a blog," said my friend during one of his infrequent visits, "it will help you unwind, blow off steam and most importantly - deal with the double life that you are living!"

At that time I did not pay much attention to it, just thought of a title I could use and implement the famous hashtag. However a few months down the line, and after another exciting, but stressful mototour, I am here figuring this tech stuff out (while my bike is with the mechanic, recovering from the beating she took during this tour). How hard could it be?  Some themes, some backgrounds, some layouts. After all I am a tech savvy guy, used to assembling PCs, writing HTML code, creating pages from scratch in Dreamweaver and Photoshop. Easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy! But no way Hose, that was in another life, or dare I say two or maybe three lifetimes ago. Yes, I am that old, I used to write and edit my own HTML code, I used to slice and optimise images for web in Photoshop, CMS and Wordpress were not heard of and #hashtag was probably not invented. But why am I going on about my age and what I used to do lifetimes ago, I am rambling off topic here.

After a few hours of deciding on URL, since motoholic was taken by some unknown dude in 2005 and he didn't even bother to post anything, I settled for what I have and moved on to the visual part of the blog. Few more hours fly by and I say "fuck it, I need to write content instead of checking out layouts and themes!"

So here I am now, walking you through the hell I have just been through to get this baby started. Yes, I know this might not be a work of art and will not win me any blogger awards, but it lets me pour out my thoughts and if it entertains you along the way it's an extra bonus.