Friday, October 21, 2011

The Forever Bike – not just a legend!

A review that I was working on, for my 2 precious motorcycles and a brief on how I first got my legs astride these all metal bikes -

http://bikeadvice.in/yezdi-roadking-d250-classic-ownership-review-shawn/

In case the link does not work, its all below -

The Forever Bike – not just a legend!

At any particular stage in a boy’s life (and maybe even for quite a few girls), there would exist a dream of buying his own 2-wheeler – and then would follow the periods, when procuring the dream product is of utmost importance, eat, drink, sleep whatever.

Like everyone else, that is what happened to me too. However, if I may say, this was a very important point in my life in a different way, simply because:
  • I grew up without any particular interest in 2 –wheelers, wherein my dad made it very clear that they were dangerous for youngsters like us if used rashly. I got through school, PU college and then Degree and even started working, without thinking of a 2-wheeler, apart from a few occasions where a good friend bravely encouraged me to practice on his Kinetic Honda.
  • Back in the 90s, there were few choices of commuter bikes to choose from, not much that would appeal to today’s generation. Then again, tucked in between the RX and the KB 100s and the Bullets, we would see the occasional rare bike with a roar that would thrill us!
  • At that time, I really did not need the2-wheeler. The Taj hotel where I worked at in Aurangabad, was just 100 m away from my PG accommodation and whatever the time, we could always walk it down.

My ignorance at riding a proper 2-wheeler with gears and my friends persistence at getting my own vehicle put me on the path of finally thinking about one. The one that caught my eye through TV adverts was the Bajaj Legend, prompting me to visit the local dealer to check it out. Yet, when my friends came to know about it, they laughed it away and said ‘You want a bike? We’ll get you the right one!’ And the hunt began for a Yezdi Roadking by my friend Santosh TK, who incidentally also owned a ’83 Roadking.

And so prior to the winters of 1999, I was eagerly waiting at home on a break shift, waiting, waiting, waiting! Santosh had gone to Ahmednagar with his mechanic to pick up the Roadking from the railway station, having been shipped out from Bangalore. After what seemed like ages, I heard the deep throaty roar, the engine down shifting and slowing down to take the turn.
Rushing to the window, I saw Santosh sitting majestically poised, very relaxed on the Roadking – my Roadking! And it was gleaming in the sun, the stock black colour, the red and gold stripes and the abundant chrome! And the roar – I had heard Santosh’s bike and other Yezdis earlier, but this one – oh heavens, it just sounded marvelous!

Hurrying downstairs, I reached to see Santosh just sitting and smiling dreamily, while idling the engine. Looking up at me, he just said ‘Dude, she’s a beauty!’ He made me sit pillion and then took off to show me what the Roadking could do. It picked up speed like nobody’s business, gave a damn about the traffic around, slowed and took turns just magnificently.
Turning into the hotel’s parking lot, with loose gravel and sand, the Roadking’s speed just dropped significantly, gears down shifted and the tyres took the tight turn without a flinch, barely skidding to a stop! I didn’t buy the Roadking, the Roadking had bought me!
Therein then came the very first problem. At 23 years of age, I had purchased this 250 cc behemoth of a bike, for almost Rs. 20,000/- (including brand new tyres + transportation) without even knowing how to ride it. Hell, I just could not even start the Roadking! In those 2 days, my friends were pretty crestfallen seeing my plight but to make me happy, they would be more than willing to buy the bike from me. I decided that I would learn to ride it myself.
At 1 in the morning after work, another friend helped me take it out and then allowed me to straddle it on the open highway. The Roadking behaved completely at ease and I shifted through the gears comfortable. 4 hours of sleep and again at 5. 30, I quietly got ready for shift (at 6 am), somehow started the Roadking and took off for a practice round.
This became my daily routine, where I tried to get accustomed to the Roadking. In the chilly early mornings, the bike started to feel a part of me, purring softly on narrow colony roads and at junctions, then opening up with a roar on open roads, then finally taking me to the hotel.
All these years now, the Roadking has been an integral part of my life. Relationships that splattered, house moving from city to city and locality to locality, taking my little dogs to the veterinary and for rides around town, we have done it together, not to forget, getting too drunk to speak but faithfully getting home in one piece, thanks to this machine.

Long range riding in Maharashtra, as well as in Karnataka (where I now live), has proved the Roadking for a faithful companion! Midnight ride in the monsoons to Coorg from Mangalore, Hebri, Bangalore, Kasargod, then last year’s ride to Kodaikanal and just 5 days ago, to Calicut – this bike is a proper workhorse!
Skip to 2007 and in front of my mechanic’s place sat a ’84 Yezdi D-250 Classic with cosmetic changes. The forlorn little thing, sat and sat in the sun and the rain, waiting for someone to buy it off. The first owner had decided to get rid of it because of his age and nobody else in the family wanted it. The thought had never struck me to buy another bike for myself.
However, after months of being unwanted and neglected, I was informed that ultimately in the next week, the bike would go to the ‘jujri’ (or junkyard) to be broken down into junk. That immediately put me off and the deal was wrangled for just Rs. 2,750 /- with the papers immediately being transferred to my name! I was now the proud owner of 2 Yezdi bikes – Lord have mercy on the neighbours! 2 aged motorcycles from the same marquee with similar engine capacities but unique in their own ways!

In the Beginning

The Yezdi Roadking was manufactured in India under Ideal Jawa Ltd. Mysore from 1978 till 1996. Earlier when the factory had opened its doors in 1960, it was the Jawa motorcycles that were being assembled and sold under licence from the Jawa Company in Czechoslovakia. If a layman were asked about these rugged motorcycles, pat would come the reply that these were the smoky Czech 2-stroke machines, poor and outdated.
Unfortunate that not many are aware that Jawa was the biggest Eastern motorcycle manufacturing unit, producing a top capacity of 1,00,000 motorcycles annually (in comparison, today Ducati produces approximately just 40,000 motorcycles annually). The company is also, to-date, well reputed in the field of GP & Enduro competitions. Accolades and books can be written entirely on the models, not just of the Jawa company, but also of its Indian counterpart – Ideal Jawa Ltd!
When the company was forced to shut their doors in 1996 due to various factors, the models being produced at that time were the 175, Deluxe, Cl II, Roadking & the Monarch. A number of these models as well as the earlier ones, were being exported to over 60 countries around the world, including Turkey, Nigeria, Sri Lanka, Egypt and others.

White Yezdi Roadkings were particularly sold to Guatemala for their Police Forces. The Roadking in its hey days had won several Indian rallies and road races, particularly at Sholavaram, running on its own 250cc category. In October 1994, 2 gentlemen from Bangalore, Deepak Kamath and G.H.Basavaraj, undertook an expedition that covered 42,038 km over six continents on their Yezdi Roadking motorcycle.
This was known as the famed “Yezdi Castrol Continental Ride”. While the total number of days was 119 days, the actual riding time was only 47 days and thus they became the first to circumnavigate the globe in the shortest period of time. Now that perfectly describes the term ‘Roadking’!

Style and Build

You set eyes on a stock Yezdi or a perfectly done up one, and the sections that just capture your attention are the large unique shaped tanks, with monograms proudly proclaiming ‘YEZDI’, matching side panels that state the model and the low-slung, parallel, exquisitely chromed silencers. Maybe while growing up and while studying, twin silencers held a fascination for me, as they boasted of uniformity. Or was it Arnold’s Fat Boy in ‘Terminator 2’?

The front end of both the Roadking and the D250 Classic, are pretty standard with the front rake, offering a smart sporty look. The standard handlebars also offer a great stance and feel to the rider, but since I’ve had occasional back problems, thanks to my long work hours on my feet, I customized different handlebars for both the bikes, that I keep switching whenever I feel the need.
While the standard bar hand grips are hard and feel too plasticky, they can be quite uncomfortable for long riding. However like most parts of the bike, that are becoming hard to source, these grips with the ‘Yezdi’ logo are a must for an enthu Jawa / Yezdi aficionado so most Yezdis will definitely have them.
While the Roadking’s tank has a long silver/ golden ‘YEZDI’ Monogram with a rubber pad strip that’s recessed and permits comfort for the knees that grip the tank while riding, the actual D250 tank has a much smaller monogram and only a smaller oval shaped rubber pads on either side.
The drawback here is that for coastal places like Mangalore, corrosion easily sets in all over and recessed places will start having a major problem. The grooves for the tank pads start to deteriorate, slowly leading to a seepage of petrol next to the groove in the worst case scenario. And if you need to take off the pads for a repaint job, sliding them back onto the corroded grooves, will give a disastrous look.

Ultimately I had to redo the tanks, take of the pads & grooves, weld a separate plate and if I was doing all this, I might as well put in a different stickering job. The seats for both the models are the same and if game for long range riding, its better to stick to the original seat. Unfortunately in terms of looks, the seats do not gel well with the rest of the bike and for a pillion, well – it might as well look like as if a monkey is clinging to the front rider from behind!
Hence, for both the bikes, I trimmed the seats, curving the front beautifully to create a bucket effect, as well as raising the height for the rear, so the pillion could sit slightly higher behind me. All in all a beautiful blending with the tank. However for the Kodaikanal trip, the bucket effect gave up and became a washing board instead!
With this, the position of the foot pegs, front & rear can be a wee bit of a bother especially for taller people. The Jawas / Yezdis have an excellent centre of gravity, primarily because of their height. They can take any turn you throw it into, and it’ll come out like a ballet dancer. Knees and leg muscles would however take a slight beating as the knees are bent at almost 90 degrees.
Watch a Yezdi rider from behind or from the side and you’d understand this better. But like most factors, most riders would not even bother with this tidbit! In totality the purpose of the bike was simplicity, ruggedness and functionality with looks, appearance and even comfort taking a back seat. We’ve had riders ploughing straight on into a loaded truck or a racing jeep and they’ve had fractures and broken bones but they were alive!
I have rear ended a bus and have been slammed from behind by various vehicles. I was once sandwiched and smashed between an Alto and a road divider guard rail. Here I just lost my throttle and accelerator cables while in other cases, I barely had a scratch and my poor Roadking had either a smashed headlight, a smashed tail lamp with bent mudguard or a broken indicator. The all-metal bike was a boon in preventing anything of a more disastrous nature!

Engine & Transmission

The Roadking was actually based on the 1974 Jawa CZ 250, made famous by the rider Jaroslav Falta, the runner up in the ’74 Motocross World Championship. While of similar engine capacities of 246 cc, the original bore and stroke was of 52.0 x 58.0 mm, while the compression ratio was 9.3 : 1 and the total power output was 17.00 hp @ 5250 rpm.

In the case of the Yezdi models, while D250 Classic’s bore and stroke was of 65 x 75 mm, the compression ratio was 7.6 : 1 and the bhp was 13 @ 4750 rpm. In comparison the Roadking had a bore and stroke of 70 x 64 mm, a compression ratio of 8.2 : 1 and a solid bhp of 16 @ 5000 rpm. No wonder then, that the Roadking was the preferred model for rallies and races with its nimbleness and quick pick up!
Apart from the bore and compression difference, another minute factor that contributed to this is that while the Classic and other Yezdi models used 3 piston rings, the Roadking used only 2 rings. Usage of the right carburetor could also spell a major difference. Most Roadkings use the Czech Jikov, originally used with the CZ and Jawa motorcycles in Europe, while others including the other models, as in my D250 Classic use the Indian Pacco type that cuts down on pick up but offers better mileage, unlike the Jikov that’s just the opposite.

While riding these machines, there is a clear definition between the two. While the D250 Classic gives a majestic and benevolent feel with power that can take you on and on, the Roadking presents itself as the spoilt brat that’s highly energetic. It’s quirky, has the capacity to take city conditions under its belt till the time it gets fed up and once on an open road, is like a wild animal waiting to be unleashed! Definitely 2 different machines from the same clan.
The gearbox in its simplicity, is a 4 speed constant mesh, while the clutch has 5 friction plates, running in oil bath. Some might say that the gear box could be the weakest link in this otherwise solid motorcycle. The cam shaft plate that holds the shaft rod and allows the gear cogs and cog shafts to shift and hold during gears changing, is a tough old bird that will do the job, but requires the cog shafts to lock into place properly, unlike the new generation bikes that are all pretty much smooth.
Hence as my mechanic says, “depress the clutch completely, shift properly into gear and feel the gears!”, which left me wondering how on earth do I feel the gears? Failure to do this, could mean that you can end up at 6 in the morning, stuck in the middle of a jungle with your gear box whacked out, which is what exactly happened to me!

Chassis and Suspension

As mentioned earlier, the Roadking and other models were based on the CZ Jawa 250, that was more extensively used for motocross rallies. No wonder then that even the chassis is built of a square tube, in a single frame and has a motocross / ice racing origin. With proper weight balance, handling was much easier, with the motorcycles proving to be more agile than their competitors.

The front forks had a more noticeable rake and the telescopic shock absorbers with proper and set oil seals, are a delight to feel and watch on rough roads! The rear shock absorbers are also hydraulic and adjustable and offer perfect seating comfort for both rider and pillion. In fact comments by girls and guys alike who’ve travelled pillion, that this bike is much more comfortable to ride on as compared to other bikes, made me swell up in pride quite a number of times!

Fuel Efficiency

If one was of the typical Indian mentality mindset of ‘Kitna deti hai?”, then the advice would be to steer clear and head for the Bajaj or Hero Honda pavilions! This is no fill it, shut it, forget it bike! I’d say fill it, shut it and contemplate your next filling date! Not exactly a fuel guzzler, but with that type of a pick up and power, one can expect an average mileage of 25 – 30 km/l!

Like I said, the carburetor plays a major difference, apart from jet sizes, condition of block head, carbon deposits in silencer pipes, etc. The Roadking running on the Jikov carb, gives me a strict average of 23 km/l, while the D250 Classic with the Pacco carb allows me a leeway of 28-30 km/l. I look at it this way, its definitely better than using the 4-wheelers, I can park anywhere and of course, the bikes are more fun to run! Its also more convenient when I’m using an Indianoil Credit Card at fuel outlets, but checking my bill at the end of the month does not exactly bring a smile to my face!

Performance, Handling & Braking

I was told that learning to first ride on the Yezdi is the best thing to happen, rather than learning to ride on other bikes and then coming to a Yezdi. How true! After a Yezdi, you can only go to a larger capacity bike like the RD350 or a Bullet, or with enough moolah, a CBR 900 cc! Anything smaller, and you start feeling like Jackie Chan in a romantic movie, wondering what happened to all the power and throbbing feel below you!
Both, or actually all the Yezdi models, perform just right on the road. The familiar Jawa-CZ twin exhaust ports give that sweet roar, once the exhaust mufflers and end-cores are removed. With these on, the bikes sound pretty tame but are still fun to ride. Another world famous feature is that the kick starter and gear share the same gear rod, that can be reversed to double as a kicker and once fired up, returns to the original position to start shifting into gears.

And let’s not forget the auto-clutch facility, unique only to these bikes. If the cam shaft with kicker return springs are of the topmost quality, these bikes can be ridden without using the clutch lever. Sounds complicated? Imagine that the clutch cable suddenly snapped, that’s quite prone to happen with these bikes.
Using the right technique, the bike can be started, put into 1st gear using only the gear lever and after taking off, switch into higher gears, minus the use of the clutch lever. Now imagine the looks of people around you when you try out all these styles and then the awe, you generate, courtesy the Yezdi motorcycle. And that’s what makes the handling fun and easy!
Braking, especially at high speeds leaves something to be desired for, and in some cases is almost non existent, if you’re more comfortable with the bikes of today! The front end, courtesy the twin cam double leading shoe, will give a superb dip and grip on any surface, while the rear braking action is just ok and not excellent.
In that context, a lot of riders tend to experiment, with converting rear cables to rod type, as well as installing disc brakes where possible. As I am a pretty much sedate rider, I’m comfortable with the braking action on both the bikes, provided the brake pads are replaced regularly and the cams are properly greased!

Summary

All said and done, the Jawa & Yezdi clan has started a fan following that’s growing through the cities and in particular the Roadking is quite in demand. Lack of proper servicing centers, trustworthy mechanics and availability of spares has added to its elusive, charismatic aura, while the pessimistic’s keep blowing the death call of this marquee.

How many of today’s riders know that in June 2005, 10 riders on 8 Yezdi motorcycles, took the highway to Leh, Khardung La, and the Nubra Valley, through the Rohtang pass, without a backup vehicle, firmly placing their trust on their solid bikes? This was part of the famous Yezdi Endurance rides, that tests the best of the group’s riders and bikes!
Understanding the mechanicals and parts of the bike is very important in knowing the bike. In all its simplicity, my D250 Classic was broken down to just its bare chassis, with the help of my friend, Zahin. Exactly 1 month later, after everything was checked, parts replaced, metal chromed or powder coated and body painted, the Classic was put together to its former glory and the following morning was ridden to a Classic & Vintage show, around 120 odd kms.
While the Roadkings and Classics from the Yezdi clan cannot be compared in terms of styling, detailing, comfort and maybe even mechanicals to the new generation bikes, they still hold out proudly in terms of performance and usage and can definitely compete for functionality. And that’s what makes a Roadking or a Classic or any model of the Jawa / Yezdi clan, what its all about! You get a chance to own one through some way or the other, make sure you do it, even if it’s only for a little time. It’s an experience to understand – reliability and the ‘forever’ value!

Monday, September 19, 2011

Dancing in my dreams...

I've seen relationships being built and I've seen them flounder and stagnate. There are also those that have been perfect and those that have just withered away. And then any of us would have seen in our daily lives - 'FAMILY MAN WITH 2 CHILDREN HAVING AFFAIR' and out comes the can of worms with everybody cursing, debating and flogging the poor chap!

As for me, I've always wondered what was it all about and why would the affair start off in the first place. What would convince the man who's supposed to be happy with his life to look at another woman and start off a relationship with her?!

And so I imagine....

A third year of marriage going strong with everything as good as it is supposed to be. There is nothing I can absolutely find fault with my dearest and her family. I am loved, accepted and pampered in many ways by them and I have every intention of going all the way. This is what I have been dreaming off. Having gone through thick and thin and the length & breadth of our country, all I wanted was to just settle down and start a family. Weeelllll, no kids till now, but hopefully in the pipeline somewhere :-)

OK, let's retract first to my personality. I may be happily married and all devoted to my lady but I'm NOT bogged down to my domestic life. I will always help around the house and am by her side for anything she needs. Yet, maybe since as a Geminian by nature, I have varied interests and cannot be happy with just one thing. A collection of 3 classic bikes and scooter & 2 MUVs and 4 mixed breed dogs, plus my ever increasing curiosity for various streams of music, keeps me going on for more and I wish I could do a lot extra! I head out with the guys on rides to the beaches or the mountains, sometimes with my fair lady, I volunteer at the local Animal shelter, etc. So while my love life is settled, what about my friendships? Definitely I keep meeting new people and while some are interesting and good to keep building a rapport, others may just be on a casual and friendly 'Hi' basis!

And then, with an imaginary and extended drum roll - she's there! The other girl! But who is she?

Let's say that I've known her for the past 3 - 4 years as a casual friend, very friendly to talk to, friends to both my wife and me. Age? Hmmm, was she a student then? Young, spirited and free?! A good 20 years difference between us?! Ok, that sounds good.

With very basic interaction, more on the friendly side between her family and us, both my wife and I would look forward to speaking to her, and inviting her on outings with us. Her innocence and youthful ways are a delight to observe and her bubbly mannerisms, accompanied by her soft-spoken voice made both of us agree that if we had a daughter, she should be just like her!

While she treats my wife with respect addressing her as an elder sister, it was not the same for me, since she just could not think of me as such an elderly person. So it's on a first name basis between the two of us.

Post her final exams and not finding a job, she turned to me for advice. And of course, once I start I don't stop. We worked on her CV, searched for jobs, made her understand that she should look at activities that might look attractive to companies recruiting. Prior to this, the one thing that changed my outlook towards her, was when she wanted to practise on the guitar, having just gone for classes. Anybody who appreciates music and is ready to play an instrument becomes my good friend instantly :-) and so it was, that I agreed to help her practise, trying to ensure that she spends an hour daily at her home, practicing.

Ok, ok, if someone were to think of cupids and romantic trumpets at this moment, there was nothing like that. Even at this trans-formative age, where she's still learning, she is pretty mature and has her head on straight in the right direction, while even I do have other things to worry about. Still, her enthusiasm to try out everything - helping pluck off jackfruits from the garden, wanting to learn swimming, eager to ride a bike and then go for a 230 + journey one way and the ever existing excitement to dance (ballroom & contemporary), made her seem even more attractive to me. In a way, she sort of picked up from the juncture, where my kid brother left off. I left home 18 years back and I left my baby brother who was just around 1 and a half years old. From the hospital I had taken care of him, fed him, put him to sleep, changed his napkins and then I suddenly left. The holidays gave me a chance to be with him and see him grow, but I wasn't there all the time. So he grew up with my parents but without his elder siblings. Now he's grown up and in degree college and in his own world with his friends. Now, seeing her brings in a nostalgic feeling that can't be explained!

We both decided to enroll for dance classes (of course with my wife's permission, what did you think?), with my wife deciding against joining too, as she was not upto going up and down all the time. While we both were quite nervous on our first days, she quickly got into the groove, since she knew some of the other dancers there as well as the jive steps that she had already picked up earlier. But when we held each other, there was a feeling of comfort that I had only felt earlier with my fair lady. She helped put me at ease!

What am I feeling? Interesting question! I have absolutely no wish to start of an affair with someone, let alone someone who's much younger to me. I am not interested in two timing nor of putting my fair lady in the back ground. However I do wish to still talk to this girl and interact with her, just be there to guide her and to play guitar and sing songs together. I know she has a love interest in her life and while it'll be good for her to be happy, I also hope she'll be right about her decisions in life!

I do know that she's soon going to move out into a new job in a new city with a new life and we'll just be old friends, of the past. As of now, the way I see it, I've been given a chance to know someone, a person whom I practically looked at ignorantly, through and through for the past few years and only came to know now! While time is still there, the most I can do is cherish the moments we interact and just be there for her.

When a child comes into our lives, when a little puppy strays into our hearts or as in my case, if a nice old classic motorcycle comes into my possession, its a strong feeling of affection and attraction. So if there's someone who somehow makes me notice her as a person, with her innocence and beauty, is there a rule in the book which says I should not like her?

The lyrics of Randy Crawford's song 'Almaz' would bring out that sweet sensation of feelings -
'She only smiles
He only tells her
that she's the flowers, the wind and spring
In all her splendor sweetly surrendering
The love that innocence brings'

And then even as I look at her youthful face, I can feel that she'll slowly drift away too...!

I hope and pray she'll do well in the real world!

Monday, September 12, 2011

An deiner Seite - Unheilig



This is an amazing composition by the German Industrial Rock group - Unheilig. From their 2008 album, “Puppenspiel” that hit the charts at number 13, this number is a beautiful number that can literaly brings tears to your eyes. How I loved it! Still trying to figure out the piano fingering :-)

Roughly translated to English, the words go like this -

By your side

Be still my heart
Do not be scared
I am a friend
Who speaks to you

I have waited and I have hoped
That maybe the moment never comes
That it simply passes by
Or maybe that it never happens

I’m looking back
To a wonderful time
You were the anchor
And the cradle of my existence
You fought
And shared every moment with me
I am proud
To be still with you now

I catch an image of you
And close my eyes
And the rooms are not empty anymore
Let everything else just rest
I catch an image of you
And this one moment
Remains in my possession
Heaven will not get it back

You came to me
Before the very first sound
When the hourglass seemed inexhaustable
You have lived
You fought with me through every storm
You never demanded anything
You just gave and bestowed

You showed me
What is really important
You conjured a smile on my face
With your silent gaze
Without any word
But full of love and life
You gave me so much of yourself

I’m looking back
to a wonderful time
you were the anchor
and the cradle of my existence
You fought
and shared every moment with me
I am proud
To be still with you now

I catch an image of you
And close my eyes
And the rooms are not empty anymore
Let everything else just rest
I catch an image of you
And this one moment
Remains in my possession
Heaven will not get it back

I let you go
And I wish you all the luck of this world
In this moment
You are the only thing that counts
Let go
Just go to sleep
I will always be by your side

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

I Can't Wait (Music Video) ~ Stevie Nicks

Get in the ring!

Yuck! Got into an online free-for-all with some jerk some time back. No wonder they call it the Internet Wars!

It started with this chap - DD (as in Demented Douche-bag? Or Donkey to keep it simple) posting about something that he done with some buddies and then bragging that a lot of other people were going green since only these were the privilege few. (Now what gave him that conclusion that everybody is just ready to breathe and eat exactly what he likes?)

So along comes my buddy, the Surgeon - nice chap, polite, charming, quick thinker who knows the in & out of almost all engines - both 2 wheelers & 4 wheelers. Seeing DD's words, he simply tells the guy to grow up. That's it! A torrent of abuses in a melange of words, starts appearing with no fixed goal of what the nincompoop actually wants to prove. Though taken aback, the Surgeon goes on the offensive. While he has a temper, he is normally soft spoken and ready to accept his mistakes. Not this time! He probes & pokes in every conceivable direction and DD is just about lividly dancing around, still not certain if he wants to speak in English or Hindi. He now calls the Surgeon, a 'mechanic' who's living on other people's bike parts, and some other weird terms.

Well you get the picture - it starts getting murkier!

Now that is something I didn't like. The Surgeon is someone who's got a heart of gold, ready to help anybody and always ready to work on friends vehicles. He does not deserve this. I jump into the fray, with my view that DD does not know exactly what he wants, but thinks that he needs to show that he's done something (whatever that may be). And now DD starts gunning for both our heads. I have better work to do, so I hardly pay much attention, but when I check in a few hours later, I can see its going strong and mean.

Have you seen the Jurassic Park trilogy? You know, when the people start running, you'll see smaller baby tyrannosauruses creeping in trying to get some part of the action, biting here, wailing there and basically showing that they're the next gen wannabes! Now that is what was happening. The 'Chellas' (what we'd call) were circling around, cheering on DD, who still does not know why did it all start. This time the Surgeon goes below the belt, hitting the poop face exactly where it hurts. Unfortunately this really angers him and he's all ready to go physical, snorting and hissing just like Mama T-Rex in the Jurassic movies. Except there's still no fire.

I am really getting put off with the lack of substantial material in DD's arguments, with only bad words and broken phrases making it really difficult for us to understand. This time, I subtly ask the Surgeon to back off. Understandably which idiot is ready to get rabies from a mad dog? If all he wants to do is bark and show the world he's alive, then let him do so. To show everybody that he's actually doing something good, either for himself or for others is a different question altogether. Who wins after all?

By this time, the Surgeon has had enough too and gives a couple of parting shots. DD of course, like his namesake is still baying at the moon. Then he goes onto another friend's profile and starts his sad tale. Well let him do so. Maybe he's not really learned which side is his face and which is his posterior!

Did we give up? I don't think so. While we're ready to accept our faults, we won't accept defeat to some mindless battering. After all we just need to feel sorry for the poor sod, who's just a bit dumber than others and has only an ego to fall back on. We also have our family, friends and our professional life to thank for, that we are indeed better than those who can just bark but not bite!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Friday, May 20, 2011

What I am

So back at work and definitely much better! But since I'm waaaay ahead, let's backtrack a bit!
You might ask - who am I and what have I done?

Simple - well, I am your average Indian guy, the guy you'd pass on the street and never bother to look at again! But if you got onto this blog, then you'll know much more about me I'm sure. Google me, and you'll get a few links too.

Now you ask - am I going to keep shooting my mouth off out here only talking about myself? Am I so self centered that I can only think about myself? Am I wallowing in self pity?! Weeeelll, whatever you think.

Actually all my life, I've always thought about others first before myself. Now seriously don't start laughing! Let's do it this way - ask me what I want - and I will go 'ummm, errr'! Why? Because I don't know what I want and that's how its been all my life. Maybe all I need is understanding, kindness, sensitivity and maybe to sleep properly. As a kid, growing up in a cold place, where even the street sweeper or the guys who unloaded trucks wore leather jackets, I thought it would be nice to have one too. So I asked my mother for one, to which she replied that it was expensive and not really required and that we could see at a later stage. So I told myself no and I gave up on it too! All the way till I graduated from college and started working and then bought my first bike. Riding slowly through the market place one day, I had actually thought of buying boots, since I needed them (Hey, not gum boots , we're talking about the Beetles style ankle-covered boots). Saw a jacket that was practically at half rate, since it was a faux jacket, made of rexine and fake leather. Picked it up and that was it.

So I may not have had the luxuries that other kids from rich families had, but my parents made sure I had enough of what was basically required. They gave me things they thought I'd like, but made sure I wasn't spoilt! And therein lies the catch. If others got something and I got nothing, well who would not feel bad? But I wasn't the type to go telling people what I wanted, or start making a scene when I was deprived of something.

Ok, this might give you a better insight. While I was growing up, my only thought was 'Just finish the damn school!!!', Hop and skip to the next higher class, without really knowing what was going on. True, I was diligent in studies, finished all my homework on time, worked hard on projects, whatever. Yet with all this, everything that I studied, went off into some red light area of my brain never to come back out again, try as much as I could. Aww geez! My parents pushed and encouraged me, teachers kept trying to make me a better person and no matter what I did, I always came out second best. I was particularly interested in the arts, poems recital, drama & plays - hell I could sing ok, as well as play the guitar. Yet, whatever I did, I came out second best. I was voted off the Poetry Team from our class, I was given miniscule roles in the plays, my contributions never made the mark anywhere. I tried hard, in fact was also awarded the title on 'Always being there on time every single day for practise', but let's face it, I just came out second best, or third best or fourth best! I never felt really bad, 'cause like I said, I didn't know what I wanted. I'd take it with a smile, happy for everybody else get ready for the next time and the cycle would repeat!

Any wonder that when I graduated in something I didn't know I wanted or even existed, simply because of technical formalities, I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. I had applied for campus interviews and was also selected. (yes, I may not have got the choicest postings but I always got something, this time in a place I wasn't sure was in India or down under?!) Away I carted off to start my working life. BUT the one thing that was there in my mind always was my Father's words, where he'd always say how though he loves the North East, down South is where things are much better and while his old home is gone, he'd love to have a base out here. And that's what kept me going on to give that to him. It took time and patience & lot of help from Sister dear, but now 14 years down the line, we have set up base out here with our own home!

And the question remains, is this what I really wanted or what I was destined to do?

Search for peace!




Hmm, feeling kind of down for a whole load of reasons. Is it that I'm not doing enough for myself, am I not working hard enough, am I not making others happy, health problems or basically pressure from business commitments?

Let's face it, I'm running down the clock towards the far side of the 30s and I've not actually done something that I can be proud off. Mainly towards my career.

The welcome & peaceful face of death sometimes seems really alluring. Wouldn't there be just peace at the end of the light? No more worries, promises, deadlines, ailments and whatever?!
Of course, not the first time, its been considered. Its sometimes considered the coward way out, but I don't consider myself as a coward. Or am I? I just want to go to sleep without worrying about something and then waking up to start all over again. Let it go, just let it go! And let somebody else do all the worrying now!