Road Trip: Living & Liberation

I am always at ease to travel with those who loves and appreciates traveling as much as i do and it was a sheer pleasure to share this gratifying road trip with Kaustav & Siddhant. They are the most passionate riders I know. For them, it is all about being on the road, the thrill of riding their motorcycles and the sense of freedom they get with it. Here’s what they have to say about the essence of riding:

The feeling of riding a motorcycle cannot be described. It is a feeling of liberation even though all your senses remain alert. It’s a combination of fear, exhilaration, relaxation, and pleasure. Unlike going on car trip, the preparation required for a motorcycle trip is much more extensive, right from checking your motorcycle’s vitals as well as your own. You have to be prepared for whatever challenges nature throws at you. The most difficult thing for me is getting a proper sleep the night before the ride, you can hardly sleep due to the sense of excitement overpowering you. The thrill of putting on your gears and hitting the road towards your destination while the rest of the world is still asleep is just inexplicable

-KAUSTAV

Everyone ask me,”why do you ride” and my answer had always been the same, ‘for me it is as basic as breathing’.

Riding a motorcycle means pleasure, freedom of going anywhere and everywhere.

Four wheels move the body while two wheels move the soul.

It’s a biker’s life, some people will not understand.

So keep riding and keep Exploring

-SIDDHANT

Ranthambore | Surwal Lake

Icy winter and dense brume;

Bokeh lights and a sleeping city-

Became our blind guides.

Four, struck the hour hand

And out on the road, we were, again.

Our breath froze yet blazed our hearts,

All those unbending Anxieties;

The unfairly-demanding Stresses

Of a mechanical corporate life

At bay.

Out crept the warm winter sun,

The dry wintry air stung my nasal concha

While everything cruised at its own pace

The world seemed to slow down

But we rode,

Living our moment, living our pipe dream

Passing by the quiet procession of caravans,

The untamed noisiness of Cars &Trucks

Beleaguered Livestock

And we rode as if upon steed

Luxuries of home, forsaken

Like a vagabond never to return

Never livelier we were, we felt.

The road was our home then

And on we rode

To the place that stood the test of time

A perfect collision of two untuned generation,

A derelict art of yore

Emblazoned with ancient carvings

A legend to today’s men

Oh! The goat-tamers

Their embroidery of flashing colours

A mark of celebrated cult

On boat we floated upon a lake

Singing with the birds.

Trailing sunsets and stars

Racing the wind

We converged to the point we begun

And for a while

We lived long in integrity

Created our destiny

On the road, we lived

Upon our wheels.

-Imti