Saini bowla.

Quoting from http://ravana.blog.co.in/

After The Endeavors

Of The Chemical Blot

You Take A Walk

To Find A Suitable Spot

To Open Up Your Stash

Lash Out At The World

Filled With Gas

…

It’s Evening Time

Ball Of Fire In The Sky

As I Walk By Graves (Lodhi Gardens)

To The Otherside

sTORY HERE.

 

Photo by Naveen Chhillar, an Enfield biker who recently did a Rajasthan tour. Of this photo, he writes:

I was fully geared, with my helmet on. The kids assumed I was a foreigner and said “This is camel. Want to ride?”

Frisk Your Inner Self
Lick Out The Sinner Self

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Feels Like Higher Up In The Altitude
This Breathlessness, This Solitude

How have you been? It's been so long since I wrote anyone a proper mail. I kinda miss doing this. I know this mail will bounce back saying 'Malvika Jain has left the building', but what the heck. I feel like writing you a proper mail with all capital "I's" and spelling the u's as "YOU". I'm planning to go to Nagpur over the Christmas break. Meet up with Sattu there. Also i haven't been there for 15 yrs now. Apperently I have developed dandruff in my daadhi and that kinda makes me look a lot like Santa. Just way leaner.Shit this sucks. Now i know why have people stopped writing mails.
 
With Regards
Nachiket M Godbole

Was happy to come across this.

Here is what Anant Khirbat, who completed an independent Kullu to Leh cycling expedition, said:

Malvika's post somehow reminded me of this ... from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. This is more true for cycles

You see things vacationing on a motorcycle in a way that is completely different from any other. In a car you're always in a compartment, and because you're used to it you don't realize that through that car window.

Everything you see is just more TV. You're a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame.

On a cycle the frame is gone. You're completely in contact with it all.

You're in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming. That concrete whizzing by five inches below your foot is the real thing, the same stuff you walk on, it's right there, so blurred you can't focus on it, yet you can put your foot down and touch it anytime, and the whole thing, the whole experience, is never removed from immediate consciousness.

told by Sachin Gupta

The white text says - Turn Vegetarian

by Art Director Mukesh Kumar Sablania