A perennial quest - I will be back soon
I will be back soon I told myself as my ride was coming to an end. I will be back soon I told the never-ending road. I will be back soon I had told love of my life, my wife, on the eve of my ride.
As I watched the sun going down, a whole gamut of emotions thronged my heart and mind. Last one week had been a great experience. I was longing for something like this for quite some time. At the same time, I was longing to see my wife who always understood that when I am not at ease and going through hectic schedule, a ride can soothe my nerves and keep me sane. She also understood that my passion for riding has many dimensions. Keeping me sane was just one of them.
Wandering thoughts:
My thoughts are like my rides. They wander. Wandering has a charm. As we all know ,and everyone says, Traveling is adventurous and, of course, fun. And, when done on motorcycle, level of adventure is taken to next level and fun is matchless, and when you make it unplanned and just follow your current state of mind and thoughts spinning in your brain, it becomes wandering. Every Wanderer is a constant seeker. Wanderer in me keeps the fountain of curiosity alive. When you are curious, you are like a child constantly seeking answers to myriad questions. Wanderer in me keeps asking questions which keep the enthusiasm alive and drive me to explore many destinations in different directions.
By nature, I am always told that I fall under a category called introvert. But Wandering tells me otherwise as it gives me an opportunity to interact with different kind of people and express myself. Initiating a conversation with strangers is always challenging but super fun and I have to come to find that it is easy too. As per my experience people everywhere are more than willing to talk to especially to a traveler and are always curious to know more about him/her and what he/she is up to. Experiencing different culture and tradition is priceless. Food! Yummy! A fantastic reason to travel. Trying different cuisine and that too locally is a different kind of adventure in itself. You know what I mean. Its fun but you are putting your tummy on line. Is it worth? Of course, it is! Above all, the journey, more than the destination, is what makes us The motorcycle travelers errr wanderers to hit the road. To me riding is meditation. No fretting about the past. No worrying about future. In the present. Conscious. To me, this is being alive. Conscious of every moment. Now, invariably, riding propels me into this mode. Riding always brings out unused abilities of mind. Super focus and highly disciplined. Makes me feel responsible. To me that is freedom. Enjoying your passion yet being responsible and harmless.
So, what happens after the ride? Once a ride is completed, It takes me a day or two to come out of the hangover. Then, I feel driven to share my experiences with the fraternity. This drive is one of the smallest possible ways of giving back to the platform which has helped me to know so much about motorcycles and traveling. Thanks to xBHP for being that platform from where I have got so much. My thirst to know more about motorcycles and travel has become unquenchable. And, imagine what happens when an extremely thirsty guy is standing next to an eternal fountain. When I sit down to compose a blog/ travelogue, I just open up and let thoughts flow. However, trying to improve w.r.t language and composition every time I am sharing my experiences. Simultaneously, my heart and brain start weaving idea of another ride.
Hiatus:
However, Last one and a half year has been quite hectic both at personal and work fronts which compelled me into a hiatus. The itch to ride and explore was increasing every day. I kept telling myself I will be back soon. A very painful period for me. My wife again came to my rescue. She rekindled the idea of adding a more powerful beast into my small stable. Utilized the time and money-saved to add one more stronger beast to my stable and to replenish my riding accessories. Felt jealous while going through travelogues by riders in the fraternity. Slowly, I made my way back to road and resumed riding during weekends. Sometimes, a hiatus is a blessing in disguise. It increases the passion to such heights that you begin to love every inch of road you get to enjoy and every minute of ride will be filled with life.
Sweet Predicament:
Approved. I was ecstatic. Got a reply from my boss to my leave requests. Had taken a long leave after quite some time. Called my wife and informed her to apply for leaves. Approved there as well. But, at the last minute our trip had to be shelved. Thats when my wife told me to go for a solo ride for which I was yearning for long. I was disappointed since our holiday plans were shelved. Simultaneously, idea of solo ride pumped me up. It was a predicament. Took some effort to convince my mother whose concern was very much valid. I assured that like always I will be a responsible rider and will return home safe and as soon as possible. I did not have any plan about destination or route or number of days. On the eve of ride, I was still in a dilemma about where to ride. The very excitement of embarking on a solo motorcycle road trip without a plan was overwhelming and got the better of me and I decided to tax my brain in the morning. Unlike in the past, I was relaxed and slept well. Got up and my heart and mind were in sync. My initial plan to ride up north was put on back burner. I told my wife that I would ride down south. According to dictionary wandering is travelling aimlessly from place to place; And, thats when it is at its best.
I will be back soon...
I will be back soon I told myself as my ride was coming to an end. I will be back soon I told the never-ending road. I will be back soon I had told love of my life, my wife, on the eve of my ride.
As I watched the sun going down, a whole gamut of emotions thronged my heart and mind. Last one week had been a great experience. I was longing for something like this for quite some time. At the same time, I was longing to see my wife who always understood that when I am not at ease and going through hectic schedule, a ride can soothe my nerves and keep me sane. She also understood that my passion for riding has many dimensions. Keeping me sane was just one of them.
Wandering thoughts:
My thoughts are like my rides. They wander. Wandering has a charm. As we all know ,and everyone says, Traveling is adventurous and, of course, fun. And, when done on motorcycle, level of adventure is taken to next level and fun is matchless, and when you make it unplanned and just follow your current state of mind and thoughts spinning in your brain, it becomes wandering. Every Wanderer is a constant seeker. Wanderer in me keeps the fountain of curiosity alive. When you are curious, you are like a child constantly seeking answers to myriad questions. Wanderer in me keeps asking questions which keep the enthusiasm alive and drive me to explore many destinations in different directions.
By nature, I am always told that I fall under a category called introvert. But Wandering tells me otherwise as it gives me an opportunity to interact with different kind of people and express myself. Initiating a conversation with strangers is always challenging but super fun and I have to come to find that it is easy too. As per my experience people everywhere are more than willing to talk to especially to a traveler and are always curious to know more about him/her and what he/she is up to. Experiencing different culture and tradition is priceless. Food! Yummy! A fantastic reason to travel. Trying different cuisine and that too locally is a different kind of adventure in itself. You know what I mean. Its fun but you are putting your tummy on line. Is it worth? Of course, it is! Above all, the journey, more than the destination, is what makes us The motorcycle travelers errr wanderers to hit the road. To me riding is meditation. No fretting about the past. No worrying about future. In the present. Conscious. To me, this is being alive. Conscious of every moment. Now, invariably, riding propels me into this mode. Riding always brings out unused abilities of mind. Super focus and highly disciplined. Makes me feel responsible. To me that is freedom. Enjoying your passion yet being responsible and harmless.
So, what happens after the ride? Once a ride is completed, It takes me a day or two to come out of the hangover. Then, I feel driven to share my experiences with the fraternity. This drive is one of the smallest possible ways of giving back to the platform which has helped me to know so much about motorcycles and traveling. Thanks to xBHP for being that platform from where I have got so much. My thirst to know more about motorcycles and travel has become unquenchable. And, imagine what happens when an extremely thirsty guy is standing next to an eternal fountain. When I sit down to compose a blog/ travelogue, I just open up and let thoughts flow. However, trying to improve w.r.t language and composition every time I am sharing my experiences. Simultaneously, my heart and brain start weaving idea of another ride.
Hiatus:
However, Last one and a half year has been quite hectic both at personal and work fronts which compelled me into a hiatus. The itch to ride and explore was increasing every day. I kept telling myself I will be back soon. A very painful period for me. My wife again came to my rescue. She rekindled the idea of adding a more powerful beast into my small stable. Utilized the time and money-saved to add one more stronger beast to my stable and to replenish my riding accessories. Felt jealous while going through travelogues by riders in the fraternity. Slowly, I made my way back to road and resumed riding during weekends. Sometimes, a hiatus is a blessing in disguise. It increases the passion to such heights that you begin to love every inch of road you get to enjoy and every minute of ride will be filled with life.
Sweet Predicament:
Approved. I was ecstatic. Got a reply from my boss to my leave requests. Had taken a long leave after quite some time. Called my wife and informed her to apply for leaves. Approved there as well. But, at the last minute our trip had to be shelved. Thats when my wife told me to go for a solo ride for which I was yearning for long. I was disappointed since our holiday plans were shelved. Simultaneously, idea of solo ride pumped me up. It was a predicament. Took some effort to convince my mother whose concern was very much valid. I assured that like always I will be a responsible rider and will return home safe and as soon as possible. I did not have any plan about destination or route or number of days. On the eve of ride, I was still in a dilemma about where to ride. The very excitement of embarking on a solo motorcycle road trip without a plan was overwhelming and got the better of me and I decided to tax my brain in the morning. Unlike in the past, I was relaxed and slept well. Got up and my heart and mind were in sync. My initial plan to ride up north was put on back burner. I told my wife that I would ride down south. According to dictionary wandering is travelling aimlessly from place to place; And, thats when it is at its best.
I will be back soon...