Being ok with whatever and anything that goes on around is a sin to oneself and probably the worst situation to be in. If growth is essential to you, things have to change and a risk HAS to be undergone.

Being ok with whatever and anything that goes on around is a sin to oneself and probably the worst situation to be in. If growth is essential to you, things have to change and a risk HAS to be undergone.

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I've started paying attention to ads these days. It says a lot of who corporates think we are and what they understand of our needs. Ads of the entire range of the spectrum- good and bad, try to get into our psyche or simply tell us what's in there. Most of the time, they are creating an artificial need that we can rubbish, or simply remind us of... who and what we are.

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I've started paying attention to ads these days. It says a lot of who corporates think we are and what they understand of our needs. Ads of the entire range of the spectrum- good and bad, try to get into our psyche or simply tell us what's in there. Most of the time, they are creating an artificial need that we can rubbish, or simply remind us of... who and what we are.

Awesome Weekend.

To Kasauli on Devinder's Royal Enfield Bullet Electra. It was a 45 kilometre ride, and a dry-run to something bigger.


Josh Machine

Saurabh Basrar and I left Taj Man Singh Hotel at 12:30 pm in his spanking new Ford Icon and headed for Chandigarh. One knows ones car the best on the highway and the josh machine touched 165 kmph on the open stretch. Got some lunch (aloo paranthas and dahi, yum) from a dhaba at Lado.

On reaching Chandigarh, we met Devinder at Cafe Coffee Day in sector 35c. Saurabh headed for his outdoor experience from here. Devinder and I got ourselves some packed food and crashed at his place.


"The Bullet is a woman, not some girl you slap around"

The next day, we met Vir, Devinder's colleague at Quark and headed for Manmohan service station in the industrial area to get the Bullet's second service. I took a good look at the blown up chart of the gear and clutch assembly which I understood nothing of, till I watched the mechanic open it up. That's when things kind of fell in place. Watching a Bullet serviced is an essential. He cleaned the carb, air filter, changed the engine oil, gear oil and washed and polished the Bull. Later at sector 38, we got the cutout for the Bullet's horn. This accessory eases the strain on the battery when the horn is used. Time to head up.


Stopped at Pinjor gardens for a dekho and then took off for Kasauli. We took the short cut which was a distance of 45 kilometres. The pulling power of the Bullet as compared to the other 100cc toasters and rice cookers set it apart.

Kasauli during off-season is nice, like any other hill station. The presence of the army here was overbearing! We stayed at Puri Hotel (Rs. 400). Walked around for a while. Next day, we went up to Man-ki point (not "Monkey" point as assumed). This is under the control of the Indian Air Force. It's a 1-2 kilometre walk up to Man-ki point, the last bit being pretty steep. Reminded me of that killer Sundershunga trek. There's a Hanuman temple up there and had coffee here. Paid off the hotel and headed back down. All along, the Bullet thump maintained the headrush. It just becomes a part of you after a while. For the first time, I was connected, really familiarized to what this legend was all about. Regular maintenance and cleaning is necessary and she will in return serve you well.


Met Saurabh and Ajay Goenka at Zirakpur crossing at around 6 and then we headed back home. Had a very filling dinner at Grover dhaba nearer to Delhi.

Awesome Weekend.
To Kasauli on Devinder's Royal Enfield Bullet Electra. It was a 45 kilometre ride, and a dry-run to something bigger.

Josh Machine
Saurabh Basrar and I left Taj Man Singh Hotel at 12:30 pm in his spanking new Ford Icon and headed for Chandigarh. One knows ones car the best on the highway and the josh machine touched 165 kmph on the open stretch. Got some lunch (aloo paranthas and dahi, yum) from a dhaba at Lado.
On reaching Chandigarh, we met Devinder at Cafe Coffee Day in sector 35c. Saurabh headed for his outdoor experience from here. Devinder and I got ourselves some packed food and crashed at his place.

"The Bullet is a woman, not some girl you slap around"
The next day, we met Vir, Devinder's colleague at Quark and headed for Manmohan service station in the industrial area to get the Bullet's second service. I took a good look at the blown up chart of the gear and clutch assembly which I understood nothing of, till I watched the mechanic open it up. That's when things kind of fell in place. Watching a Bullet serviced is an essential. He cleaned the carb, air filter, changed the engine oil, gear oil and washed and polished the Bull. Later at sector 38, we got the cutout for the Bullet's horn. This accessory eases the strain on the battery when the horn is used. Time to head up.

Stopped at Pinjor gardens for a dekho and then took off for Kasauli. We took the short cut which was a distance of 45 kilometres. The pulling power of the Bullet as compared to the other 100cc toasters and rice cookers set it apart.
Kasauli during off-season is nice, like any other hill station. The presence of the army here was overbearing! We stayed at Puri Hotel (Rs. 400). Walked around for a while. Next day, we went up to Man-ki point (not "Monkey" point as assumed). This is under the control of the Indian Air Force. It's a 1-2 kilometre walk up to Man-ki point, the last bit being pretty steep. Reminded me of that killer Sundershunga trek. There's a Hanuman temple up there and had coffee here. Paid off the hotel and headed back down. All along, the Bullet thump maintained the headrush. It just becomes a part of you after a while. For the first time, I was connected, really familiarized to what this legend was all about. Regular maintenance and cleaning is necessary and she will in return serve you well.

Met Saurabh and Ajay Goenka at Zirakpur crossing at around 6 and then we headed back home. Had a very filling dinner at Grover dhaba nearer to Delhi.

It's been several hours and two full days, since I took that bungee jump on Sunday. Shashi, the jump master is one the unforgettable strangers in my life who made an impression for reasons unknown. She strapped me up and the crane ascended. When we reached the top, all I did was soak up the evening view for those few seconds. She was talking, giving me instructions but my mind was there and everywhere. I looked down at the ground and I swear my lights went out. "No wonder", I said smiling nervously. No wonder people get psyched up here. She smiled and I did listen to what she said and the last thing before I jumped was, "Turn around when I take off your (safety) hook and hold the bars. I'll give you a count of three, then jump. And don't think too much". That's when I really looked at her. She smiled an amazing smile under her bandana and short hair. Lean, tall and darkish. That moment will stay with me for life.

"one,

two,

three,

jump."

I'm normally a very stubborn person. I take a certain pleasure in disobedience once in a while. That moment was special. I just gave in. Left my arrogance on the ground before I got onto that platform. I leaned forward over the edge and I think she gasped. Was that because the girl before me had cancelled her jump? Also because a lot of people took upto 5 minutes before they jumped. Sameer and I were one of the handful of people who jumped immediately.

It's about letting go. Not getting wrapped up in vague assumptions. Why can't I apply that to my other sections in life? Anyways, for the moment, I've done something better than meditation. And really letting go. Before I jumped, I got a lot of bullshit from people about injuries to the back and neck. Nothing of this sort happened! The chest harness is good and the procedure is well looked into.

After me was Satish Babu, then Sameer and Saurabh. JUMP... JUMP... my throat went hoarse while goading others to take the plunge. Spent a good while smsing friends later. Then downed a rum spiked bottle of pepsi.

It's been several hours and two full days, since I took that bungee jump on Sunday. Shashi, the jump master is one the unforgettable strangers in my life who made an impression for reasons unknown. She strapped me up and the crane ascended. When we reached the top, all I did was soak up the evening view for those few seconds. She was talking, giving me instructions but my mind was there and everywhere. I looked down at the ground and I swear my lights went out. "No wonder", I said smiling nervously. No wonder people get psyched up here. She smiled and I did listen to what she said and the last thing before I jumped was, "Turn around when I take off your (safety) hook and hold the bars. I'll give you a count of three, then jump. And don't think too much". That's when I really looked at her. She smiled an amazing smile under her bandana and short hair. Lean, tall and darkish. That moment will stay with me for life.
"one,
two,
three,
jump."
I'm normally a very stubborn person. I take a certain pleasure in disobedience once in a while. That moment was special. I just gave in. Left my arrogance on the ground before I got onto that platform. I leaned forward over the edge and I think she gasped. Was that because the girl before me had cancelled her jump? Also because a lot of people took upto 5 minutes before they jumped. Sameer and I were one of the handful of people who jumped immediately.
It's about letting go. Not getting wrapped up in vague assumptions. Why can't I apply that to my other sections in life? Anyways, for the moment, I've done something better than meditation. And really letting go. Before I jumped, I got a lot of bullshit from people about injuries to the back and neck. Nothing of this sort happened! The chest harness is good and the procedure is well looked into.
After me was Satish Babu, then Sameer and Saurabh. JUMP... JUMP... my throat went hoarse while goading others to take the plunge. Spent a good while smsing friends later. Then downed a rum spiked bottle of pepsi.

Bungee, bunjay, banzai!!

I bungee jumped today at Jawaharlal Nehru stadium with Sameer Agarwal, Saurabh Basrar and Satish Babu. When my turn came, Shashi the jump master, told me not to think too much and I did just that. The first second that went by after I left the 120 foot high edge was what it was all about; my face shivered with fear, the g-force... I plummeted at 9.8 metres per second?!

Bungee, bunjay, banzai!!

I bungee jumped today at Jawaharlal Nehru stadium with Sameer Agarwal, Saurabh Basrar and Satish Babu. When my turn came, Shashi the jump master, told me not to think too much and I did just that. The first second that went by after I left the 120 foot high edge was what it was all about; my face shivered with fear, the g-force... I plummeted at 9.8 metres per second?!