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