When I had last posted my blog, I had less than a week to go for my exams.. I ponder spark of boredom inspired me to log-on and check my blogs.. Remembering my homeland ?? Perhaps. But, Nostalgia ?? Definitely !! It was going to be my first birthday away from family, and I needed to feel a little connected .
But my job had gobbled it all. I had barely sat on a two wheeler for over 4 months let alone riding it on the highways. AND So, I retreated to the forums, pleasuring myself with the excerpts of bikers and their tours on www.xbhp.com/talkies. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but sure was an oasis in the desert of my profession.
It wasn’t long that I had taken the decision to book a bike for myself, whether or not I had the pleasure of riding it (I knew more often than not, I wouldnt even get near it). I had long fantasized about riding to the distant land of the Himalayas. For, I had read travelogues, hundreds, enough to know the roads and places by the tongue tip. I wanted to soak in the pleasure of seeing the piligrimage of bikers, bask in the glory of the holy grail of biking; it was the trip to Khardungla-top.
I feel obligate to continue but I am going to stop here.. and there is a good reason why ..
I am 1000 miles from my bike, 1500 miles from my home with no hope of getting back anytime soon.. The bike awaits its master.. But the master awaits for his return.. For when the ride, born from the finest of the Steeds and perfected by its creator takes birth from within the fire of the Ferrum in its homeland, , I will return to feed the Honda CBR 250 its first drop of fuel..