“Something happens at around 92 miles an hour – thunder-headers drown out all sound, engine vibrations travels at a heart’s rate, field of vision funnels into the immediate and suddenly you’re not on the road, you’re in it. A part of it. Traffic, scenery, cops – just cardboard cutouts blowing over as you pass. Sometimes I forget the rush of that. That’s why I love these long runs. All your problems, all the noise, gone. Nothing else to worry about except what’s right in front of you. Maybe that’s the lesson for me today, to hold on to these simple moments. Appreciate them a little more – there’s not many of them left.” – Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)
Day one of my All India Solo Bike Tour reminded me of this exact moment. Watch the video to have the exact feel. 🙂
I don’t have cops running behind me like in the case of Jax Teller, but, memories from my past have been hunting me for past couple of months. They had managed to hurt my productivity. I used all my brain, cultivating the knowledge I’ve gathered so far about surviving in the tough situations but, none of them worked as I expected.
With some brainstorming, I was able to fix my productivity hit last month but right on the day one of this month, I lost a close friend. I was left with about a week for this first day of my tour. In a flash, I lost all my energy, especially the appetite to do something like this. But, with my past experiences, I was aware of the fact that sitting idle will make it worse.
I knew I’ll get better when I’ll be at the Highway and thankfully, the cure seems to be working. 🙂 In short, I’ve started feeling #Aflatoon again. 😀
Now, here I am, writing this blog entry after completing my day one. I started from Gurgaon this morning. Left the room (Gaurav Gupta’s – special thanks for the night stay and endless baketi) at 5:30AM towards India Gate, New Delhi. Nishant Srivastava, Sugam Kumar, and Gurjyot Singh came to see me, while Gaurav joined me for the ride.
After reaching Gurgaon (now Gurugram) with Gaurav, it was time to officially start my solo journey to the mainland. As it looked too far, so we had Samosas to give it a proper start.
It was about 8AM when I started and at about 1PM, I was near the Pushkar town. While I was still on the NH8 in Ajmer, I had lunch at a Highway Dhaba (tasty daal fry with masala chaach and roti).
So, in about 6 hours, I covered 400KMs.
Unfortunately, there was no rain during the ride but the weather was pleasant. The Sun was there but it wasn’t that hard. Now at the time of writing this, it’s raining here in Pushkar.
I already had my run in the narrow streets of Pushkar for about half-an-hour (which is enough as the town is not that big), noticing the people (foreigners too), shops, hotels, temples, restaurants, etc.
In the late hours, I’ll visit the Brahma Ghat and will have some regional food. FYI, this is the one and only temple of Lord Brahma. Earlier, the town was famous for this temple but, now the town has a lot of other characteristics.
Everything went well! Like every time, I walked in a small hotel, checked-in, didn’t even check its name, went out, had a great time with Pushkar, its people, peace, and Aman Bansal. While coming back, I realized, I don’t even remember the name, and it’s dark! Wow! Walked (I guess) half of the Pushkar to get back to the room. 😀
A snake crossed my path, walking down the ladder and to get in the holy water. 😀
While walking this Fair like town, a man asked (without any fear) – “sir smack ya smoke?”
Me – 🙂
while finding my bike (to find my hotel) in late hours, I met a boy. He must be 10 or 12 and said some nice things to me, and that too in English.
I took his rick-shah for few metres and gave him 10INR (which he asked for the work, of course). In return, he told me a lot of stories 😀
At the end, I switched to local language to tell him, I’m not a foreigner! He was laughing.
I walked to all the Ghats and had some irritating moments! The lake is full of fresh water and cleanliness is good. But those who are in-charge, don’t allow people to sit there and do nothing. You either have to offer Prasad or do Puja and all. I don’t do any of these! So, I had to move from one Ghat to another.
During that Aarti time, they didn’t allow to sit anywhere at all. It was like compulsory to participate in the chanting.
And, here is the best part, every local here took me as a foreigner and were bitching behind my back in Hindi. Like I was hurting the culture or something just by sitting at the Ghat! Still, I managed to have my moments with the lake.
Tomorrow morning, I’ll leave for Chittorgarh. My next stop! – (Update) I couldn’t do it as Chittorgarh got flooded due to heavy rain. I have to spend another day in Pushkar. FYI, a flood in Rajasthan is very rare.