Biking gives me thrill…specially when its my 150dts-i…

Bikes have always been my passion, and I don’t know when the hell this passion was born inside this heart…but I find it kinda nice. I love it when I am , on the middle of the road…burning the rubber… the knocking of pistons…right between my legs (I am talking about the engine, folks) and vrooming past all the slow runners on the black track. The feeling is just like falling in love every moment. And to me, I just can’t get enough of it.

Since so many years…I have been waiting for her to arrive…my bike…I call my bike my girlfriend and so, I consider it as feminine…and it is.
Every guy that has a look on her, definitely gives her a 2nd glance. And may be gals too would be envied of her…as I have pleasure riding my 150 horse engine then the 36-24-36 shaped bodies.
Gals don’t take it in a negative manner…cos you may never understand what a bike is to his owner. And when the bike is supersexy…while the owner is supercool…the relationship is always of the extreme level.

U might think that this guy must be a rash driver…speeding on his wheels…kinda showoff…and just like to make his presence felt by driving like a running donkey on the road…then I am sorry; but you are absolutely wrong.

I respect my bike…listen to her…understand her…instead of just owning her. I talk with my bike…call her with a name…love her…and know her.
If I demand something from her…then ofcourse she also wants something from me…and that is nothing but a good care.

TIP: guys whenever you start the engine…just listen to the engine…if you have even the slightest doubt of engine sound…have a check. Cos ur bike may run…but still may have got some trouble inside it.

So I was telling about the thrill part. Its been two months…and yet I have not covered up enough kms to take it to the extreme, but still I have managed to go past 90km/ph ( 92 to be exact) and really the bike is not only good…but it sure is highly responding…as well as smooth as fish in water.
And ya…I also would take the credit for this…as I ain’t a risky driver (those who doubt may take note of it) I don’t drive it for showoff. I drive my bike as straight as possible…keeping my eyes and ears open…to make sure neither I am creating a prob for other drivers nor anybody is coming my way.
TIP: guys, never drive your bikes irresponsibly. U drive it for your fun…not for other’s life.

And that is the reason,
I always go out at night…around 11:30pm (my mom calls me crazy when I go out for a ride in the midnight and my friends find it amusing)…
when the roads are clear and no traffic…
no person there to come in your way…just you and your mean machine.
I love the cool breeze hitting my face at a thrilling speed…with road shining…persuading you to just go on and on…your bike telling you not to hit a break…your engine singing a great music under your seat…and you feel like flying in the blue sky…see I told you it has got lots of fun part which you can compare with being with your girlfriends.

Now when you know you have a good bike, its kinda obvious that you like to show off, and you should, cos you have something which is special to you,
And so you should be proud of your possession,
I definitely am of my possession.

Let me share a secret…
My bike helps me in relaxing and revitalizing my mood.
How?
Simple…when I am happy…I drive.
When I am sad…I drive.
When I am angry…I drive.
When I am lonely…I drive.
Yes, whenever I feel that my heart is full of so many things and I just cant take it anymore, I just put the keys in,
Roll the rubber, and hit the road.
I never care where I am going, I just put the gears down, give it a throttle, and
Let my bike take me wherever it wants me to.
While riding I just think of everything bothering me, find faults, and blame myself for being in such a situation.
Then suddenly the bad thing changes into the fun part of life, and I also start enjoying the worst moment, taking it as the spice of life, without which I can never understand the value of the best moments of my life.

Then I start thinking of all the good moments life has given me,
And suddenly I am happy.
Like I never had any trouble, and am ready to face any challenge coming my way.
Kinda charged up again and fresh.

I read it that being with yourself and spending time with yourself helps you in understanding the goals and priorities of you and to know thyself much better.
So when I am on the riding seat, you will find the real ME.

And for me, I hate to race with my bike, unless it is the question of my bike’s image.
And when I race, I don’t race with others, I race with myself, my ego,
to go as much fast as I can.

And I love my bike cos it knows what mood I am in, it never says no to me, never hates me if I am angry and pulling her legs to the limits. It shares my anger, I let my emotions out on it, and it tells me to just sit back and relax.

Really , with my bike I have got some unusual relation,
and I wish it remains with me forever.

In the end about my driving I got one sentence to say…

“ I don’t drive fast, I fly low”

the freshers....an amazing evening want to have it everyday!!!

The fresher’s……a forever remembering for me…This was the day I do not wanna forget and this was the day I will always like to experience again n again…It was 4 days before fresher’s party, and this time as a seniors we had the responsibility, to make the event memorable for all, including the faculties…for the first time even the faculties were going to come to the party, which is meant specially for the juniors and seniors to get along well. and so being the part of the later group, even I was excited, cos I was performing two dances, one obviously a solo one, for which everyone was like “ whats up mayo, what are u gonna dance on? Whats the songs man,…” and the another was with my mates, one guy and 4 gals. And ya that included my babygal, with whom I was gonna dance twice….in the group and one part of my solo dance.So since two days ago we had started dancing togther, finalized the songs and thinking of all the steps. On Monday we again met, this time at home of barkha, whom I always annoy by sayin “ u see, one day I will come to your place, and your mom will even ask me for dinner!” and she was like “ ja ja, hun nahi bolovu tane (I wan’t call u at my place) “ and this time she had invited herself to her place.And not for one but two days I went her home. we had bunked the classes, and had done the practicing for the dance, and for even me and the others it was taking too much time, but I know I would do it on the stage, so I was in my own mood of fun, specially since four of the gals were around, and its always fun to irritate barkha. So I was constantly doin my honest duty of making everyone irritated and shout on me. A like it when she shouts on me, feels like my mom! But she’s so sweet, and caring too.And her mom is too much, making us eat everything and anything she could make, nice actually. So I had dinner at her place and for which I always used to tease barkha.The other guys were tarun, nikki, kirti and herpreet. It was really fun getting along together and trying to come out with a good lukin performance which wasn’t looking gud to us at all. But at last we had done it. The dance was takin its shape nd so were many other things. I had a kinda grudge on tarun, cos all he was thinking was about the video he had brought about one song, and he wanted to dance on that only and nothing else. I was kinda getting angry, cos we could come up with any kinda steps on the same song, but he was not ready to accept. And I had to compromise, I wanted him to dance with me cos he was very enthusiastic about it, and then in the end a punch on the wall and I had to give up. Another bad things that was about to happen was to replace barkha with nikki, cos she wanted to dance, and tarun wanted her to dance. Not possible for me, cos I wanted to dance barkha with me, and she could join us but, barkha won’t be goin out, that was straight. So another controversy was in the flames, but in the end I came up with an idea of takin all the four gals together with tarun, and myself off from the third sequence. This turned out to be great, as everybody agreed upon that.phew…I was a bit tensed, not for the dance, but for the party, and getting with my songs ready. I couldn’t find gud songs, I was wondering which songs to choose and what kind to make it more happening and make everybody dance with me. But one of my great pals came to the rescue, keyur, I went to his place, and while making the cd, he gave me two songs, which I really liked and I knew that would look nice to dance upon, also I thought no one would be dancing on them. So it was final, and keyur really helped me in compiling with the songs, the right way and right music combination turned out to be a great fusion. Hes really got gud knowledge of music, I must say. So I would thank him for making my dance a rocking one.Now I had the music and had to prepare the steps, when barkha said, she would like to dance on one of the songs “shakira ve shakira” and I was like “ I would love to share the stage with you” so I went to her home on Tuesday nite around 9pm. And it was fun, cos after the time she had come to baroda, me and her had become great frnds, and also I knew she trusted me, so this time I was having fun, spending time with her, as even I considet her as my one of the best female friends, infact the best of them all. And the name “mayo” is also given by her to me. So we practiced, talked, and had a nice time together…I always tell her, that either she or her friendship is turning out lucky for me…and whenver I tell her…she gives me a sweet baby smile…kind of cute.So the day was on, and I woke up late, knowing that the evening was goona be tiresome. And above everything I had two thing in my minds. Are not my dance……but the first one was about my dressing…I had brought those clothes, which I had never worn in my entire life, and I didn’t had the confidence of whether I would be looking gud in them or not.And the second thing was about her…I wondered what was in store for me that evening, that was related to me and her…I had no idea what I was gonna do, or what she was gonna do …what we would be talking about, and what kinda reactions I would be getting. “Would I be able to attract her towards me tonite?, will she be dancing with me? Will she come near to me? Will I get a chance today to say something that been kept pending for so long? “ these thought were constantly banging on my head.But mayo was still, infact he was enjoying these teasing moments. Cos mayo had decieded that hes gonna enjoy the evening to the fullest and no matter what, but surely make everyone go aaahhh when hes gonna dance.It was time, I had done my practice, took a small nap, then started getting ready. Suddenly was about to leave and came the call of barkha, she wanted me to go to her home and accompany her, cos she was bringing her car, and her mom wanted none but mayo to help her drive. (Kinda lucky guy he is ) so I went to her home, and nikki was with us too.We entered the party hall, it was kinda half occupied with juniours already arrived and the programme about to start. My dance was at the last while my group’s dance was in the middle. But suddenly the host came to me and informed me that I had to do the dance now, cos there was some problem with the other performer. And so I had to run to change, and get in the groove. I simply was not ready for this mentally, but thought that I was gud, I was gonna do it earlier. Atleast everybody would like the start, and will be present to watch it, including the faculties. So I was running for changing and cd, while the host was constantly cheering the crowd takin my name again and again, praising my last performances. The crowd was pumped up.I ran into the changing room, got into the t’s and got out in a fraction, (I don’t remember changing a shirt so fast in my life) on the stage. Saw the crowd, friends cheering my name, gals eyes only on my face, juniors unaware of whats next, and me, nervous, anxiety all over my face, pumpin heart, thinking of her, is she wathing this? Where is she?…aah I know where she is…”let’s rock it dude” came the sound from my heart.I went on the stage, took a deep breath, threw a final glance on the crowd, the DJ was waiting for my signal, and I nodded my head……“Hey man, that was superb, amazing, bahot acha nacha yaar…”and the same remarks, followed by hugs and handshakes to everyone meeting me. The dance was over, and the first performance was rocking, juniors clapping and shouting once more…I was tired, really tired, my heart pumping like the racing bike’s engine, I felt like running a marathon, was really hot inside, “somebody shower me with water, I need water, let me sit somewhere…ooh man, what a fun…” I washed my face, had some sips of cold water, came out into open, among my mates sitting, and they all had the same expression on their faces…”mast dance kiya yaar, ekdum jhakkas”…and I was like “thanks man, thank you…” my eyes still searching for her eyes…couldn’t see her wherever she was…Second performance was even better, everyone enjoyed that too, it was something I was doin after so many years on the stage, in the group. People were jealous wathing me pair with barkha, but I was having fun, cos it was so long I have been asking barkha to dance with me, and here I was doin it. I tried to put my best, and everybody liked it. It was entertaining, different, and funny. Real enjoyment for everybody.So the two dances were done. Other performances were also great, everybody had put there best efforts. And to my entertainment, she also did one. She was looking sexier never before. White shirt and blue jeans, and those moves , moving every compartment of heart…Then came the real fun. The performances were over, everybody was pumped up, I came in the mud, still searching for her, went in the changing room, she was ther, were a coffee top and black skirt…just opposite of me. I mean the colours…I had blace shirt and coffer strips trousers. So the match was good…went to her straight…greeted her…she was looking beauty…”oh god, why not me…plz let her be mine”…“hi, nice dance”…liked it…thanks….you also did dance well, nice looking…( felt her telling how sexy she was looking,lekin not now..wait ) acha performance kiya…kash hum sath me karte…” ya, par kab set karte, aur time bhi nahi tha…” (I felt like jumpin from the peak, are yaar kabhi bhi set kar lete, tu haan to bolti) hmmm…you are right, lets see, if next time possible…coming out?…” you go, I m coming in a while…” alright…and I left…kya karta…aaspas sabhi log bethe hue the…I came out…people dancing…so where’s my group…there’s barkha…hey , yo, yo…pump it up…and the party was on…and ofcourse my wish was not fulfilled yet…Party was moving at its pace, its been about 15 minutes dancing, and I saw her,,,dancing at the other end…with other guys…hmmm…did she saw me?…(no mayo, not today…u aren’t going from front…let c if she comes to u today…give her space…let her enjoy …) but still I was moving towards her…dancing with barkha and kirti…suddenly kirti and she made a move and changed the directions…and kirti started dancing with the other guy , she was dancing with…and she came in front of me…smiling…I saw that…felt like a million dollar wish coming true…and then she told me” ye humari chaal thi” and I was like…thank you god…thank you so much…And then began the real party, we came down from the stage down in the open space…and I thot…whatever happens…enjoy this moment the fullest…the dance party was going to last for an hour more…I was thirsty, didn’t feel like,,,,was hungry…didn’t want to eat…just wanted to dance…dance…and dance with her…didn’t care who was watchin us together…she was there in front of me…up and close…and all I could see was her eyes and her face…I just wanted to be ther with her for ages…and ages…let the music go on forever…we were chatting, whispering and laughing…didn’t care if anybody was there at all…just her and me…that was simply amazing…Then came a break in the form of dinner…but I made sure I didn’t linger around her all the time…give her a bit of space…This is important guys…u should always give the women “a space” when she can be herself…let her have her own leisure time…let her sometimes enjoy with whomsoever she wants to…she likes it that you respect her feelings and choices…then she will definitely would come back to you…I always make sure that I keep a distance when she wants to be herself…let her enjoy her life in her own way…if you just run around her…she will want to move a bit away from you…so take care guys…I knew she was having pain in her teeths, cos of her braces…so I asked her whether she wanted water of softdrink…my friends were just a meter away… but they knew with wanted to be at that time. So they never interfered in my business. And that’s the reason I like them, cos of there understanding nature.After the dinner and a few chats with many of my other friends, which is a long list, I made sure I greeted everybody in the party…cos everyone of them was someway or other a friend of mine…Then the last part of the party started….with time running out…I had to make the most out of it. Kirti dragged me down for dancing…and I can’t say no…so we two went down…I was fully wet …my shirt was wet like I just took bath having it on…but no tiredness…was again in a mood to dance…we started…with people joining one by one…I danced with everybody…even a couple of juniors…many had left…The only gal I didn’t dance with was herpreet, as she had went out with her friend, but then came komal…a mate of manasi…and a good friend of mine…and me and her started having fun, I asked her, if we could have a ball dance, and tried a few steps holding hands…she was a sport…and so it was good to dance with her too. I knew people would have an eye on me, with whom I was with and what I was doin, but when I dance, I don’t care. So we enjoyed together…and I asked her if she would dance with me the same way. By that time, she was dancing a bit at a distance,,,being tired and also under the pain…so I didn’t force her…but do invited her…asked her if she would like to have a ball dance…she got up…what a sport…but as time was 10 minutes left the idea was dropped and we went for the groove….teaching each other different steps…she was moving her body so great…every now and then , my heart was beating the beat…I felt like passing of a full life…whenever she gave a shake to her butts…I wanted to hug her…and give her a smooch…but can’t…The best moment was…small showers started pouring…and suddenly lights went out…and I found her in the dark…we knew none knew that we were standing close together…she was whispering about something…talking about her party…I knew I could do anything but touch her,,,she wouldn’t allow that…I offered her a softdrink which I knew she wanted…she liked that…we were about to get more closer…talking…and whispering…and suddenly lights were on…and the next moment we backed off…and our eyes met…she was laughing…with the scene happened…cos we backed off at the same moment…that was great moment…I really liked it…her smiles always moves my heart 360 degrees.So guys the party was over…the moments had been everlasting…the rest of the things are under the cover…so they are meant to be top secret…whats coming up next will be something interesting…till then keep reading the life of mayo….And frnds if you wanna ask anything about problems of love…do post me….i might help you someway…and ya you don’t need to reveal your identity, just post me on cool_max1179@yahoo.co.in…Till then….c ya…keep sending your comments…I do appreciate them.

the ride of a life time.....

Yes , mayo in his entire life had the most wonderful experience, riding his new pulsar to surat from baroda, and the credit to make it amazing goes to the girl he loves. Let me first clear you why was it amazing and best ride than ever before. Mayo is a hardcore bike freak, you can say hes a biker by blood. He doesn’t have blood running down his veins, but it’s the petrol which pumps his biker heart. But hes not rash, hes just quick. He doesn’t like to showoff, he just loves to ride, long and long…u can see him riding late at nights between 11pm to 12pm. So what can be a treat for such a guy other than riding to his coleg from home on the bike, specially when the distance is 150 kms.But there’s definitely something that can make the ride worth remembering. And this one was cherishing. Cos this time, for the first time he was accompanied by the girl whom he loves and yet shes not his, still. He would in his dreams had never imagined sharing his backseat with her, and that too for the journey that lasted for 4 hours.“It was Monday, 10 sept, and the date has to be remembered for the whole life. I was high, cos I was taking my baby for the long ride to surat, and she was coming with me. I was excited, and at the same time, frightned. I was taking a girl with me to such a long journey, and it was definitely an once-in-a-lifetime experience I was looking forward to, but at the same time I was taking a big responsibility on my shoulders. It was my duty to make her reach safely to her destination, as well as make her journey, delightful. “see, even at the time of such great thing happening, this guy doesn’t forget the serious side of the business. He can be cool and mature at the same time. I wonder why he doesn’t have a love….oops I forgot, hes riding with her rite now…“ so the start was gud, I had my drivin jacket on, bikerboy painted by myself on the back…moving in the cool breeze towards her home, which falls in way towards the destiny. So was moving with a pumpin heart. Was gonna ride with two chicks…… I call my bike a chick……so just as I got near to her place, my heart started pumpin more harder than before…I was anxious than before…wonder what she must be wearing…where is she..i can’t see her…oh! Right ther…sitting on the side of road…waiting…so good the see this moment…shes waiting for me…I can give away anything to watch her this way everyday…she had a good look at my bike…the other chick and liked it…kinda ooooohhhh expression…felt good of ridin on a great machine! so here was a start…I started with mixed feelings…the start was grt…I kinda started driving slow…making her feel comfortable…asking her twice…”I hope u find it comfortable…” and she holding my bag, in her lap”oh ya, I’ m fine…” I knew rite now its fine, but later the journey will make her change her thots…her mind will be on high..but body will be taking the pain…The atmosphere was good, cool winds…mild warmth in them…no chances of rains….but sky was cloudy…so can expect some showers in between the way…that would only make it more romantic…which for me already was!……so forces of nature was already into my favour…She was enjoying it…it was her first such experience…thank you god! So I had to make every effort to make her’s an unforgettable one…she started talking…and u can say…didn’t stop till we have reached.I am not letting you people know about what we had talked…cos its what I will never wanna share with anyone…but it included everything…about family, friends…girls & guys…her past life…my past life…her college days…mine…our current mba’s things…everything…and ya…some romantic-cum-touchy words too. But I was feeling confused…I really had difficulty in keeping my eyes on the road….it was full of pitholes…creating disturbances in the ride and conversations both…but my ears helped me in sharing my problem. They were fully dedicated to the words coming out of the her beautiful lips…which I felt like turning around and keep looking at……and my eyes continued doing ther job.Than I found a way, I moved the left backmirror so that I could see her face, but only her eyes were visible…as she had covered her face…but that was more than enough…I could see the feelings of fun, adventure and excitement in her eyes…and her tone had added the confirmation.I hated myself for bringing the bag, but didn’t have the choice…but I said, that now since my bike is in surat, I will get more chance to have rides with her, let this be a good start…Actually I was having a feeling that there is nobody else on this planet, except her , me and my bike. The feeling really was making me feel like we too were flying high among the clouds…enjoying the beauty of the planet…green field and blue sky…mating at the far axis…I was thanking my bike again an again…b’cos of whom I was there…and was having just me and her together…The journey was full of fun and happiness…and to add to it…showers kept accompanying us every now and then…like god sharing my happiness with me…for the first time I felt that he is also with me…helping me…and supporting my honest feelings…and being just with me thru out the journey!Now I was thinking if I get a single chance to say something…something about what I felt for her…which I had never let out…just some moment when I can let out everything to her…but every now and then those stupid pits…kept me away from saying…I hated the government…I will let you people about a couple of sentences which I spoke to her…her it goes…when I suddenly grab an oppourtunity to let th words out…which were chocking my throat…” u know what, u may never understand what is going inside me rite now, I am really thankful to you, cos u have really given me something which I will cherish for the whole of my life…ye paal jo me tere sath bita raha hun, ye jante hue ke u wn’t be with me after few months…mere liye bahot khas hain……jitna bhi time I m gonna spend with you are really imp for me……mere liye ye bahot maayne rakhte hain………” and than followed a long pause…from both of us…and for about 10 mins I just drove feeling so light inside……and kept looking at her from the glasses…later on the silence was broken from her side…starting with some topic…but she knew and me too knew what must be going in her brain and heart …but I didn’t force and let the things and talk happen in the natural way…Thers a lot more that happened than what I wrote…but then some things are too personal to share…You guys…just run your imagination…And to brief you for the next article……its about fresher’s party……so wait for the next one……