Arron: How did I reach Gudalur?

Hi again everybody I am back with my new ride with Captain M!!

I am still a bit hazed as how Captain M makes me ride to such beautiful paces and the adventure of finding these places. SO Captain M and R have been thinking of starting 2017 with a ride and the search started for a trip thats not too expensive or too exhaustive as Captain M as travelling to Odisha to see her grandmother, which gave her 3 days of leave for herself before she joins work again.

After a lot of skull scratching and internet searching later Gudalur was finalised with a very quint little Resort. You can't call it a resort it was a turtle guesthouse with no food for the human and that excited R a great deal. Captain M is a lazy human and R during holidays is a bundle of energy Captain M hates, oh damn I am gonna be carrying grumpy Captain M after the ride in Gudalur... I look at Miss Sheela and she's worried with her own problem of carrying R an extra jumpy R around for thrée days. She just caught me staring and let's out a heavy breadth, when I now think of it little did she knew that day it will be her last ride with R ( that's a story for later by Captain M)

There are many types of riders in this big world and I want to talk about R here, he was just starting to enjoy Miss Sheela's caliber as a machine and the more I rode with him I realised it's not the ride he enjoyed it's the possiblity to see places with the thing Miss Sheela and person Captain M he loved the most. Captain M would always wonder how did she end up with a rider who has no intention of riding but loved to be called a rider. He has never ridden me except this one time when he had to take to mechanics after a sleepy Toyota hit me and Captain M, it took him one whole year to accept to Captain M that I am perfect for her . Ha ha ha .... Son of a Gun...

Ok back to the ride... Ohh these two are just too perfect out on time riding and loving every moment and I am noticing they have developed a strong connection with each other talking their own language and they both wanted to stop at Mysore ... Me and Miss Sheela thought there you go the R will make Captain M do the touristy stuff and she will curse the ride but to my wonder what do I see they are parking us at Hotel Pai Vista to have food at 11am (people who love the budget eateries entering 4 start hotel of Mysore) me and Miss Sheela smirked and we new we have seen it all. 

People usually take 45minutes to an hour to eat but these buggers took 2.5 hours for lunch, apparently the food in their gufa restaurant is Captain M's favourite and R does everything that Captain M wants no matter what....... I think she likes this about R but does not admit it.

Finally they are back and saddling up to ride. I am so excited I can't tell you the anticipation of getting to see wild animals and the fantastic terrains is damn exciting. And true to my excitement we reach bandipur and the speed dropped to 30 and the riders forgot to call the resort guys and the scary part they have no clue where to go. These two riders are so absorbed in eachother and the nature they don't realise they and they take the road to Masinagudi 60kms to the opposite direction to Gudalur. The humans have left their brains and do not realise the fact that they are lost till they have covered 100 kms. It's 6pm already and they get a call from the resort guy to enquire when they will reach, is when they realise they have lost the way and after lot of Google maps searching and talking to the locals in broken languages they finally get the right direction. And we start the right route this time in dark and 20 minutes to the journey Miss Sheela and R got a showdown with a herd of bisons ramming the roads and they almost lost their marbles....

The entire way from Masinagudi till Gudalur was an adventure we saw ramming bisons angry elephant mom, jumping monkeys, dears and one tiger couple.... How can I tell it was a couple? Well the male tiger was too into the femail tiger if you know what I mean. My headlights are shy now and Miss Sheela is not even looking at me lol....

Anyhoo we reach the resort after a long day and Captain M finds a resting place for me and Miss Sheela and instruct the helpers to clean us in the morning and I could not hear more I was already in my dream world.

Red lipstick

Women and her vanity is a close union.

We women are vanity conscious regardless of our age, complexion, weight- height or appearance. Like all women I am no different. I love to look my best and in order to do so I use the usual products like kajal, liner, lipstick. That's how I feel confident. So to let you all know I m a heavy set woman who refuses to wear tents and sit home. I wear what suits me and I love the outdoors and Bikes.

The story starts when my younger brother decides to get married (I m genuinely happy for him) all hell looses on me and I am at the centre stage of why am I not getting married (key word is younger brother). What's wrong with me. I am put on every matrimonial sites and my life's agenda is to find a groom.

The great search started, but soon I realised India is a very funny place, here external beauty is very constraint depending you before and after marriage. It really doesn't matter if the person is good at heart and is nearly perfect for the guy or for the family if she is not slim and fair she is a wrong choice, however it's absolutely ok if the same slim and fair girl becomes a plus size diva after marriage, but at the time of marriage she has to look a certain way or else she is not marriage material.

We live in a sad world where a girl's look is the utmost importance over her intellect or her maturity or her personality.

So the journey to find a groom for me starts and my first encounter is with this Oriya guy. He works with a hot shot MNC was in Tokyo for couple of years has traveled extensively but sadly for him he is not from the same cast but a lower one and according to him it's a big thing.

My father at this point is not even thinking about cast his agenda is to get me married, so he speaks to the guy and and console him that we are a very liberal family and cast is not a problem with us. After speaking to him passes me his number, like an obedient daughter I call him we talk for some time and we decide to atleast meet.

We decide the date time and venue and I am all set to meet this gentleman for the first time. I get dressed and put on my usual kajal, liner and red lipstick and arrive the venue.

We meet, the guy seemed to be sweet and we start talking and I notice a change in tone and the way he hinted stuff, like "let's move to my place with some booze", "may be you can stay at my place for the night". I am visibly uncomfortable with his suggestions but the gentleman seemed to be not noticing, so I stop him and firmly say that I am here to meet him to get to know him better and not interested in anything else.

To that the gentleman says
"I am also saying the same thing lets get back to my place, take off our shoes relax with some alcohol and get to know eachother better, I think it's no big deal for a bold woman like you. Shaadi ka kya hai ho hi jayegi."

I am furious at him now and I said
"What do you mean by bold woman like ME?"

To that he says
"You know you are bold I could sense it the moment you walk in with you red lipstick. You are the kind of girl who would not mind a little casual something before marriage. I know your kind"

My anger by then turned to pity for the person and I decide to leave and apparently he felt insulated and shouts in a caffe full of people, "How dare you insult me like this, what do you  think of yourself some hot shot model, Tumjaisi ladki se kon shadi karega. Apne AAP Ko aine me  kabhi dekha hai, are me to meharbani kar raha tha tumpe shadi ka offer lake .. socha bechari dikhne achi nai hai to kya hua nature me achi hogi. Lekin tumhare tewar dekhne ke bad to I pity your parents for having you as a daughter"

I walk away with an experience, a heavy heart and a nagging question that "will I be subject to such judgmental reaction from people because I am fat, because I choose to not feel guilty about it, because I wear bold RED LIPSTICK inspite of my weight?

Smile through the emptiness:

I Smile till my heart is filled with the warm sunshine, I smile till people stop noticing my tears, I smile for the sake of my loved ones, and I make the world see the beautiful smile but most of all I smile to mock Dear FATE.

I have been told time and again about my smile and how it’s better than any ornaments I wear, but never ever did I imagined one day I will be left with only my smile, an empty hollow smile. I never thought I will have to remind myself to shine through the darkness or I will have to put an effort to smile, but destiny reminds me I am too small a thing to have it all. The FATE mocked me with a wicked smile and says "You can't beat my smile! I will teach you a lesson. Then we will see if you can smile"

I once held a man in my arm who fuelled my smile, who believed I could achieve heights of a diva with that smile, whose entire world light up looking at me smile and now I smile to keep him alive in me. I now smile to forget the dreadful memory of tragedy, hurt and the constant pain. I smile in expectation of hearing that familiar voice who filled my heart with love and brightness, I smile in expectation of one last touch. Dear FATE you mock me but I smile the smile for my love to keep him alive in my memories.

Life goes on and on as I let out lonely sobs for the loss I never envisioned and slowly force myself to move on with the mundane task of living, working, eating, sleeping and Smiling. Lonely hours spread across me reminds me of the dream I once held in my tight fist and how I saw it slip away into a pile of sand, dry dry sand. The helpless feeling of standing beside my lifeless love will never leave me alone ..... Dear FATE you mock me but I smile the smile for my love to keep him alive in my memories.

The melancholy of cold noises fill my ears every time I hear laughter and life, I relive my pain and my lips automatically break into a smile, the smile that melted him in my arms every time, one last kiss is all I want. The question haunts me like a ghost I cant see, am I dead within or I have just learnt to live with the loss? Dear FATE you mock me but I smile the smile for my love to keep him alive in my memories.

Rest in peace my love you have my happy heart forever but Dear FATE you can mock me with all your will and I will smile the smile for my love to keep him alive in my memories.

There will be another me in another lifetime but look up Dear FATE I mock you with all my will and my smile.

x

Arron: the repeat ride to Devangi

Dated: 3rd Sep

Ride : Bangalore to Devangi to Jogfalls to Bangalore

Distance: 1200 Kms to n fro

Rides: RE C-500, TB 350

I hope by now you all know me if in-case you dont let me introduce myself I am

Arron - The RE Classic 500. My lady Captain M have been taking me to so many

beautiful places, letting me run at my highest of speeds and giving me unbelievable

experiences that I thought of starting a Diary of my own, it might sound weird to

many as I am just a bike

This particular story starts when The Bikerni's decided to give the responsibility of

the August Over Nighter ride to my lady - Captain M. While riding with the girls she

desperately wanted to the region again as she wanted more of it and this time she

wanted to do it with a special someone, and I get to ride with Miss Sheela.

I am gonna write my experiences here and call Captain M's friend R, R is some sort

of techie type of a human they have been friends for a year now and have started

riding together and that gives me a chance to meet Miss Sheela. I think I like her

curvy body and she is well kept and very shiny ( Ayioo Shy is coming )

wokey wokey I will talk about my crush later, lets begin the story about this ride.

The unusual ride was a result of guilt and love, intrigued ? Well u gotta be !!

Guilt: cuz Captain M was leaving R on a super sexy road trip with a bunch of

beautiful girls.

Love: cuz the entire route was so mesmerizing that it is impossible to miss someone

you like to ride with the most. Captain M says she loves the girls the most on group rides

but she has come to like Duo rides too, I think R is a reason for that.

Now that ya'll have the context let the story begin, the said ride was planned for the

long weekend post the Bikerni Bengaluru August over-nighter. The original plan was

to ride will the Devangi Atithya Homestay taking the same breathtaking route but

this time visit places we have not like Agumbe, Sakrebylu Elephant Camp and

Jogfalls along with Kavishaila as its a place to click pictures.

The entire week went by with me and Miss Sheela visiting Shree Manjunatha Royal

Enfeild Service station to get ready for the ride Captain M and R have been waiting

for for a very long time. I they both I think were as excited as us the bikes, since the

Friday night when Captain M parked me outside her house I was shouting from

within please God let the night pass sooner and let the ride begin.......What do I say

Captain M loves her rides to start really really early and R kindda gives in to her

commands I think R secretly knows he cant beat her strong head...... he he he !!

DAY 1: The routine while going was exactly the same as the ride with the girls only

this time we did not loose any keys and we were stopping more often to take silly

pictures. R thinks the banyan trees are Captain M's natural habitats ..... that's funny

cuz I feel the same she looked like she belonged to the nature and the rural place, she

wanted to take pictures with the bulls but that looked like too much work and both

the lazy bums and they decided to move on!!!!

I am usually told that same roads cant charm you twice in short interval but I would

like to contradict the statement, these roads were breathtaking the second time we

found spots for views my headlights can never forget. I don't mind travelling the

roads again..........

We reach Shimoga for a late lunch and then Teerthahalli through the forest route.

Riding hard and riding longer is not an easy task, close to 400 kms I can feel Captain

M and R feeling the aches and pinches. They decide to call it a day but I felt happy

and peaceful and the feeling for gratitude is not leaving me ever. I see Miss. Sheela

also going through the same she is quieter and I can feel me n her can have a quite

night.

This time the conversations I overhear (remember my bad habit of overhearing?)

were different kind, it seems the creative team of 'The Jungle Book' Movie have

taken the Teerthahalli Forrest's pics as the basis for their sets and Kavishaila was the

inspiration for King Louie's temple castle, that made Captain M's day I am sure. The

plans are made for the next day the duo decided they will aim to go to Jog falls and

then Agumbe. Ahhh when will they learn they will never be able to do it, my lady

did say her skepticism that its a bad idea but enthusiasm has no bounds. I felt R is too

childish and Miss sheela nodded looking at me the knowing nod that R is going to

push us all and we heard we will start early and I had to roll my headlight so did

Miss Sheela.

DAY 2: Early ? You call 9:30am early they both woke up at 9:00am and it took

them 1.5 hours to get ready clean both of us and get ready to start for Jog falls. I cant

believe it, its 10:30am already.

Captain M takes the lead and we are about 20 minutes on the ride when its started

pouring and both the riders take shelter leaving me and Miss Sheela in the rain to get

a shower, and by the minute we bikes are getting impatient. Finally the rain stopped

and Captain M and R wipes us sparkling clean and we start again till their stomach

started growling and they stop for breakfast. The place they stopped for food gathered a

crowed as it started raining again and also that we bike gets too many admiring eyes.

The crowed just stood there and smiled at Captain M and R.

The journey from there was nothing but very funny and interesting 40-50 kms from

breakfast point we lost our way and that detour cost us 50 kms more and then R

could not ride more as he felt the a little something in his stomach... he he he,

Captain M had to give away her bottle of water and had to find bushy place R to

poop..... LOL

Miss Sheela and me had a laugh of our lifetime and that kindda lifted our moods and

we forgave the riders for the delay. R came back from the bushes and Captain M let

a hearty loud laugh and teasing R got some funny reaction. The rest of the route was

just scenic and we all stopped very rarely as we all were scared of the rains until we

reached a pond full of lotuses and some sunshine. The stops were so less I was

yelping with joy only to enter Jog falls and my headlights were just plain

dumbstruck at the sight. I wish I had words may be the pictures will help you

understand what I meant but I doubt. Oh wait!! I have a pic




The breathtaking view just changes the entire mood, after a while we decide to return back as Captain M and R wanted to reach Agumbe before the sunset. But the Indradev had other plans for them and it started raining hard and both the riders were soaked to their chaddies. he he he!!

Inspite of the rain Captain M and R rode hard but Ms. Sheela could not hold on to her clutch wire and she broke down with a clept clutch wire where not a single human was visible. we all stopped and R took me from captain M and went on a search for a mechanic, he was so distressed and frantically looking for ideas to fix Ms. Sheela is when he came across a bus driver from ban galore who offered help. Captain M always keeps my spare parts so she came up with an idea that y not we see YouTube video and fix our bike the Driver offered to help us with his tool box, Captain M took my spare clutch wire and all three of them got on to fixing Ms. Sheela. Poor Ms. Sheela she was so worried but three of them finally fixed her enough that she can at-least travel till Bangalore without breaking down.










By the time we all started back it was late and the plan for going to Agumbe was dropped but both the riders were hungry and wet till their kachaas so they decided to stop for some hot tea where ever there is a shop.

Tea n murukku was very yummy i think, the riders seems to be happy. This time I had my time to admire miss sheela, she was so calm and so strong through out i felt like blowing her a honk .... He he he 

Slowly n cousiously we reached the homestay and both the riders though tired wet and uncomfortable ahad a huge big smile on their faces. What can we bikes ask for more, we live in the world where bikes carry the riders around without so much a 'Thanks Mate' but in out  a case the riders take care of us and gives us their love. 

DAY 3: Time to ride back we started on time in anticipation to reach the Sakrebailu Elephant Camp. But the riders stopped to see a herd of migrated birds and missed the fun with elephants. 

Captain M after that was not in a mood to stop anywhere and reach RE survice station to get Miss Sheela a solid fix. We got fixed and there riders finally stopped to eat. I wonder at times how in sync are these two riders are with each other ..... They fight like cats and give them few minutes they are back to being each others support. Time and again I see them with great pride and Miss. Sheela thinks the same.

The rest of the way back was peaceful and the riders ride hard and long and I was home again by 8pm. I bid my tearful goodbuy to Miss. Sheela and fall back to a dream like sleep. 

Can I say I love you guys with all my engine.

How a girl got her own Bullet motorbike

Cancelled the booked car to get a Bullet!!

When I came back from the United Kingdom in 2014, I had saved some money. My parents suggested that I book a car. So, I booked a car. I did exactly that and after the wait period I got a call to pick it up. The day I had to go pick up my new car, an incident happened which changed my plans.

My colleague's bullet broke down. I started the bike somehow and dropped him home. During that bike ride to his house, I was sure I wanted a bullet. How can I not want the beast for myself, possibility of road trips and riding the highways was very tempting. I reached home and told my father that I don’t want to get a car and I want to book a bullet instead. I told my parents of my decision of booking a bullet, hearing of my decision my father jumped with joy and my mum did not speak to me for 3 months. She had this weird idea that no one will marry me if I ride a motorbike.

I booked the bike and to my distress there was a waiting period of 6 months. I am a stubborn woman and i wanted a bike at the earliest so when I insisted that I need the bike at a shorter span, RE showroom guys gave me list of people who have booked the bikes in advance and are due to get their bike within a weeks time. So I sat down and called around 50 guys to esquire if they are picking up their booked bike.

Those people definitely thought I was a mad women but my hard work paid off and one guy said he had booked two bikes just in case so he offered to give me the booking at a small profit, I bargained and settled the amount and got my bike in 8 days.

The day I went to pick up the bike my parents and my brother went along with me and the delivery manager kept on taking to my brother and giving him instructions for the bike, he refused to accept the fact that I bought the bike for me and my brother kept telling him that the bike is for me not for him.

I loved the astonished look on their faces when I rode my bike from the pick up point and I thank my stars to get me to this stage in life, earlier, I used to beg and borrow bikes from men and now I own a bike that many people dream off.

Well, for my mum's fear I am still not married but I am seeing someone and have no regrets on life.

A girl learnt to ride a bike in India

I was still in school, ninth standard and was desperate to get a ride to go to tuition, cycling that far was a huge pain in the wrong place (If you know what i mean).

I am from Odisha, born to an army officer and a school teacher.

My father taught me how to ride when I was in ninth standard in school so that I could go to tuition and my sports practice. I was riding on borrowed bikes since then till 2014 when I got my very own Bullet and continued my journeys in South India and hopefully beyond.

I have been eating my father's head to either drop/pick me from places or teach me to ride drive. Car was out of question only option available was a bike. My father is very Olive Green i.e. a very typical army officer. He had an old Rajdoot (RD 350) back then he was very fond of, he instructed me very clearly that he is giving me the bike on loan and i have to take full responsibility of its well-being, I have to do the maintenance on my own and that he can only spare me an hour to teach me how to ride. Once I agreed on his terms and condition he took me and the motorbike to a parade ground 10 kms away from our house.

Army officers are time bound and are very busy with their routine, the one hour of riding class was shorten to 15 minutes. He said “I have 15 minutes to teach u how to ride a bike. So, listen carefully and get the bike safely home. If you can learn this once be prepared to cycle everywhere”. The 15 minute theory started and instructions were given, and I was left alone to apply the theory and learn.

I applied the theory lesson, fell a couple of times, and got injured badly . But, I learned to ride, and I rode the bike to the military hospital where I got 6 stitches on the wound and got the bike home safely as was told. Ever since then, I would ride on whatever bike I could lay my hands on.

I was never given a new bike so when I wanted to ride a new bike, I would help young bachelor officers get introduced to my senior female schoolmates, break the ice between them act like a matchmaker and take their bikes for a rides. It was not easy task but I learnt to handle people, I was a very headstrong kid to get what i wanted.

I was always a popular kid in school but by the time I was in Eleventh standard, I had a reputation of different kind - I was known for being able to ride any type of bike regardless of their make and size. I liked that image more than any other. I am still the same headstrong rider I was a decade ago only have gown in attitude and perseverance.

Army bratt posted in many places

I am an Indian, a true indian as I am born to an Oriya couple in Kolkata and have lived in 28 states in the span of 30 years. Kids like us are called Army Brats for all the possible reasons.

I am from Odisha, a state in the east part of India. Even though I have never stayed in Odisha I am an Oriya from heart.

So, you may ask, where have I been? I have been all over the country.

My father was in the Army, a true olive green type, and was frequently posted to different places. I was raised all over the country as we would move as my father got transferred, mostly in Punjab, Uttar Pradesh, J&K, Rajasthan, Madhya Pradesh, i.e., Northern states. I have been to 28 states and stayed in 17 of them for over a year. Wow! I think I can truly say that I am an Indian, and a well traveled one.

How did I cope with many languages? Well I have always had a pleasant way around language and I adapt to languages very easily. For me, language is always mix of hand gestures, facial expressions and sounds. I have never had any issues getting around people with different languages. A smile and a soft tone always get you the way.

My unique upbringing has taught me a lot, I can speak Hindi, English, Oriya, Bengali and Punjabi. I can understand all the north Indian languages like Marwari, Haryanvi, Bhojpuri, Urdu, Kuchi, and Assamese very well. Whichever place I have stayed I was taught the local dialects slangs and easy sentences to get by pleasantly and it dwelled into a habit.