Therapy

World over, this is a given fact what makes you feel good, may not work for someone else unless it takes off that stress which is either taken off by drugs, sex or coffee but in certain cases, there is a therapy above all of this that calls for nothing but just you and yourself to experience its magic.

Nothing they say makes you feel better unless it is the fresh air, in this case really fresh and something that makes your blood roar, roar like it never has before, to kick your  Adrenalin running.

Well, no this is a different kind of a “Therapy” – it is known as motorcycling and IF it is not in your blood, I warn you do not do it – It is not a seasonal exotic luxury that most people here in Europe treat it as, this is where I repeat – it is not for everyone.
Sometimes in life, you do things that makes you feel connected to who you are and it is in your blood, not in your show off fancy expensive motorcycle or in your Adventure embedded clothes and stickers on the motorcycle… I do not belong to your category of Adventures or being called stupid because this is what you do not have or will never have in you because you were not born with it!!

Adrenalin rush included with endorphins released as I push to extremes knowing that I have that throttle in my right hand and I forget about everything else, this is where I leave everything else behind, my past, my present and I only see what is in front of me – letting me release my demons with a fear that one single mistake and I will be in the gutter! (or worse, yes I have been there too- broke a shoulder but came out alive).

This is my therapy session, in real wonderful below zero°C temperature and the windchill that cleanses everything else that holds me fearless. (As I said, with a warning, this therapy is not for you if you do not know how to) – The threshold is those three digits that counts which kicks in fast but knowing my limits.. I am my own man.

I say no more, those words are mine and for me only… You enjoy the pictures and feel whatever else you want to feel other than my words. These words may not mean anything to you.

The session is done for today, once I found myself.. and told myself … everything that only matters to me… the soul listens!!

Ride to the NorthCape

TimeCapsule – 2015 – To the very far ends and the corners of this planet.. I thought it might be one of the lovely lone experiences but it was tarnished by the hundreds of tourists that land on this spot loaded in buses like the cattle going to the free slaughter pilgrimage (Apologies for the pun too, if it sounds too harsh but that was my personal thoughts).

On one hand, It was quite an amazing ride when I come to think of it but not an experience I would like to share about the actual NordKapp visitor center. Hundreds of tourists filled inside the shop and cafetaria like this is all they came here for. I would have preffered to stick to the very wild north but the weather was pretty cold for summer equinox and forced me to battle through the rainy downpours.

Thanks to all those who helped and also to those, who didn’t. It all makes a worthy experience in the end.

A slow and nice one to enjoy the curves of Norwegian North(without touching the brakes)

Will I ride there again, quite definitely yes but not to the very NorthCape but the likes of bordering northern islands. I loved the isolation of 98 instead. No videos but you would enjoy the Wilderness and the freezing rain\wind and awesomeness of no one for miles.

Landing in Lisbon

Where the whole world wants to be .. A happy part of this world – full of American tourists and amazing beautiful smiles.

Night Rider – The human version

Going back in time, It never made no difference what time of the day it is. There was a lust to explore, go beyond and break the limits of human endurance.

Riding 24hours was just the passion – the adventure – the human testimony – stuff that dreams were made of – Not to show but prove to self – iDream iExplore iMani
If you want it, you will get it. Get on with what you want.

I N D I A – The country of changing phases.

For to say it – Firstly and Fore-mostly – It may be surprising but I am going to write it all as I felt it in the past 4 days since I am in the country of this moving paced lifestyle and dramatically fast paced makeover.

It has been over 4 years since I was last here and this country sent a good shock through my spine when I first landed here. I landed here in the early morning hours but the chaos was not too quiet. I guess this was just the introduction of me to the fast paced changing nation. The first thing that was a shock for me was – The huge make over of the pre-existing IGI Airport. It seems to have undergone a huge visual and physical surgery to end up in this new layout which is really worth a mention. Coming from LHR this is a huge change but the transition time has drastically been cut short from hours to minutes.

It is all going to be on my videos once I can find myself in a suitable fast paced web environment. Still struggling with the web speeds and transfer of big files. So that all will have to wait till I land back in my England. I had my school friend picking me up from the airport to take me to my home in Trans-Yamuna. It seems that traffic is pretty much worst than ever before. I for first few minutes was in sheer shock – Shall I admit – I do not have a courage to drive or ride in this country again – May be I have become too much of a soft rider instead of a pure hard core. I do not know if I will be willing to take on in this traffic. It is pure nightmare – even at a night time on a Saturday morning – the rush seems to be too much of a challenge to get adapted too. I have disconnected myself from the life here in this country so I will be struggling a bit of getting used to it.

On my way home, I was straight on with the roadside food which my stomach has no complaints with so it all went great – proves – I am able to at least get in with the food habits of this nation. This is when I know, there is a bit of a desi inside of me. The roads have a few changes too along with changing nation – the breadth of the roads have gone double folds. The potholes scenario seems to have changed too but this is surely something that is normal for this nation. Not to forget that I am not an Indian anymore for a visit after 4 years there is a hell lot of changes to adapt too.

My Next day, the first day in this city has pretty much left nice touches to it. I started with paying my visit to Rajghat – the memorial to Mahatma Gandhi – the man which this nation now speaks of in strange words. I suppose this is the reason why modern lifestyles has created huge differences in the thought process of this changing nations population. Nothing here on my end – for me, it is still a reason to appreciate for this country – the man who gave his life to this nation for everything this nation now is. Many of those who will dis-agree but this is my thoughts and my notions – I respect him. The place is absolutely well planted with beautiful flowers, serene environs and stunning trees around. After a quick trip, I was soon headed into the the Old Delhi or call it Puraani Dilli. One of the most amazing and always the favorite part of Delhi for me.

If you have an eye for architecture hidden in the changing nation – this is where you will find it but not with an eye of having a camera but with an eye of a keen explorer only.  I can admit that this place has some feeling from the past by-gone era which is now no more a part of this changing nation. I love it to the bits that if you want to see the Incredible India – Come ask me for a walk and I will show that to you. (These shall follow us on the videos, at later stages).  Playing cricket in these small streets, even more amazing – getting hit by a plastic anda (ball) was impressive re-collection back into the childhood days. It all happens here. Incredible is not that this country is called so uselessly – the logic becomes separate from its real intent.

I am going to quit for the time being – since I do not have entire hours of web access so – I shall share some more as we go with it. In the meanwhile, if you are in Delhi – you know where to pop me a PM – leave me a liner on my FB page.