This ones for you my friend

A true tourer

5 years ago, around this time of the year, I lost someone who was like my younger brother. Half a decade gone, and yet a similar incident, a similar event that leaves me completely shaken.
Back then, my attitude for motorcycling changed, I grew safer, preached more. And now, am confused. We the enthusiast are grossly outnumbered. Whoever said survival of the fittest, probably didn’t budget well.

RIP Neelesh, you would be missed.

Killing an atheist

Wrote something today, and realised that there’s an unfinished entry in my big fat drafts section about this! Good time to finish it!

These were penned long ago, with some thoughts long forgiven, and long forgotten..
They reflect a state of mind, you might not relate to it, unless you have hatred within. So the purist happy ones could conveniently skip.

Disclaimer: these weren’t written with any one in mind, so do not attempt to relate it to any person. You could at best relate it to an event!
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Blinded by ego, deprived by reason
Anger, animosity a state of treason.
The glow in thy eyes, with livid theme
Contempt, conceit, and the sly gleam.
Lack of sensitivity, absolute numb
Shout of cries, just shut dumb.
Pain, suffering, hatred galore
Bid me adieu, I want to see no more.
I see, I plea, but am just indictive
I pray for care, and I care for prayer
But, I wonder if thy holiness is even there.
The virtues of righteousness wasn’t even spared
The aggregation of which we named lord
I wonder if thy holiness is even there.

#Change – 2012

Times change, people change, words change, meanings change, interpretations change, you changed, I change, Everything changes. Like they say, Change is perhaps the only constant in life. What doesnt change, perhaps is already dead.
What we celebrated yesterday is perhaps just another milestone, at best a measurement to keep track of how many things have changes in the last “x” years, or how many things would you like to change in coming “y” year(s)

So celebrate the change, Celebrate the milestone you have now crossed. Celebrate life!

Wish you all a super fun-tastic 2012 with a lot of good luck, great health, and a lot of pleasures and fame and fortune! May things change. May Change bring challenges. May Challenges bring change, and the ability to change the change in your larger favour.
To practise what I preach, I have ensured that the blog has slightly changed.

Celebrate life – Celebrate Change!

My own eyes, my demise

Unfinished -
Epiphany

I saw something from my own eyes,
While you were busy with your lives,
I saw from my eyes, my own demise
The journey, away from your lies
Mirage: I assumed was my life
You were busy, weaving a world of lies
Blind to my tears, deaf to my cries
I saw from my eyes, my own demise
The pain, the suffering, I now realize
Were courtesy your stabbed knives.
Those hopes, those dreams, all lies
Mirage: I assumed to be my life
Irony, Perhaps, death brings new life
Like a phoenix, I soon shall rise
Blind to my tears, deaf to my cries
I saw from my eyes, my own demise

To be continued…

Resolutions 2012: The changing world

2012: when the world is touted to end, I know mine would. I know mine would: as the world I know it. I know perhaps even yours would.
The earth jogs a marathon of sorts around the sun, and we continue repeating the same monotony. Eat. Sleep. Work. Repeat.
So this 2012 I will ensure that the world as I’ve experienced would change. I would make it change. Brick by brick.

Brick 1: Time to give up on Bad habits.
Bad habits of listening a lot. Bad habits of understanding. Bad habit of being understanding to the extent that I get taken for granted. Once. Once more. All the time

Brick 2: Better be sorry, than be safe.
A lot of apprehensions held, a lot of emotions suppressed. A lot hidden behind the smile. That would go. Am a mere mortal, am allowed to make mistakes. And er I shall. I’d rather be sorry, than play safe.

Brick 3: Eat
Well, eating healthy hasn’t helped. Nor has workout in whatever little form I can. Honestly time is a bitch measurement. There’s as much for everybody, but none to spare for either. So I wouldn’t waste mine. I’d eat what I get, work hard in whatever manner I can.

Brick 4: A Journey in another direction
This brick is my favourite, a journey within myself. No I won’t try to crawl into my butt hole. I would head out for a journey at every possible juncture.
A lot outside and even more on the inside. Yes I hate being a tourist, I hate being branded into a convenient term. Be it a biker, a blogger or anything else. I always try to learn new things. Perhaps that’s why I know the wicked art of spin. Be it the cricket ball, or the turntable. But I have learnt a better ability. The ability to forget. So let me look within, try and re do all the bits I’ve forgot

Brick 5: Humiliate people
Be careful in what you ask from me. Be careful, cause you’ve been warned. Every month, I will spend one day humiliating people. To an extent that perhaps you will hate me. You ill treat me, you face the wrath. You ill treat my brethren, you face my wrath. You cut my lane, I slit your throat. You diss us, I burn you up in torturous painful flames.

Brick 6: Create more
I have this tendency to write stuff which mean different things to different people. Like this prose, or my last tweet “Die in love, or live in hate” Read it once, and you get the factual meaning.
Read it again, and you would get its virtual meaning,
Read it again, and may be its practical meaning
Read it again, and you’d perhaps get the actual meaning. And may be again to find its substantial meaning.
The problem isn’t the word, the problem is YOU. Who at times read it just once, and assume, apprehend. Be warned, you wouldn’t be spared! I could hurl the brick 5 at you too.

That asides, welcome 2012
Ps: read it again
Pps: fuck you if you don’t!

Alive. Dead

Another unfinished one from the list which also celebrates its anniversary today! I guess it better go online atleast now!

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As I lie on my bed,
A little alive, but mostly dead
Hearing silence, but a lots been said
Loud thoughts, but a silent me
An uncanny change, to a resilient me,
As I lie on my bed,
A little alive, but mostly dead
I try rest, I try heal
Turmoil, trapped in a spinning wheel,
So much I spoke, but no one heard,
As I lie on my bed,
A little alive, but mostly dead
Tomorrows here, but I’ve lost my way
The pain the suffering, my smile hides,
I keep trying, falling, falling and failing
As I lie on my bed,
A little alive, but mostly dead….

Congratulations!

This might come as a surprise to the ones who subscribe to this blog, but this is a post dedicated to a very close friend! Someone whom I can recognise as one of my closest friends, for as early as my now tired mind can think. Someone whom I can easily slot in that small group of friends right in the early days of my life!

Congratulations Pooja Rao on this grand day in life! I have three simple wishes for you. Good health. Great Luck, and a Superb Happy life ahead!
And Congratulations to aunty and uncle on this special day too! Am sure they have planned for this day for a long while now! Lots of love to aunty and uncle for all their patience towards me, for all that they have taught me, be it a silly game of UNO or the very informative “Tell me why” sessions!

Am so very sorry that I couldn’t make it for this grand day, but my best wishes are with you and your family and the now extended family always!

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!

Rest In Peace fella

RIP – Fella,
I write this with a broken heart, and a splitting headache. Withdrawal symptoms, I suppose. I know I grew too close to you, perhaps I can’t put it in words. RIP fella, RIP

Some insane GBs of select handpicked tracks washed away, as my iPod went deep-washing-machine-diving.

Chances are that you haven’t ever heard me in a depressed/depressing state… and this might be boring/shocking, but yes in the stereotype style, let me announce: “Hi, I am Satyen Poojary, and I am an audio-holic”

While your hands were sly in itching your crotch while deep in the pocket, mine were fiddling with the Volume control.
While your iPod “headphones” meant the world to you, and in some case purely due to its once trademark white earphones, mine are still wrapped in its original packing. You know why, coz they are crap. Yes I’ve burned more money on my earphones than probably you have spend on the MP3 player (or iPod in case you got offended) but that’s the way I am. May be now you know I was ok in using that very gay pink+orange JBL hands free as my make shift headphones.

While you filled your hard drives with hard core stuff of a different genre, or at times even soft core, I was busy hunting for random music and ensuring the hard drives are well used!
The original collections has been lost long ago, some CDs stolen, some hard drives crashed, but the iPod classic stayed reminding me that my life isn’t so bad. Almost as if it was Gods way of adding soundtrack to my life.

Life without the background score is miserable, its slow when I need some rave, its fast when smoothness is what I crave. Its just miserable. Pure miserable.

As I travel in the train, and hearing all these people who were once mute, some ranting… I correct, all ranting, some about how great they have been once, and other ranting on how superb they are now, but none comes close to the iPod. It was the best noise to hear.

The unfinished blog posts on my device has a topic titled “RIP – Dumb devices” and its some wild dark humour that my dumb device (that just played music) died, and left me dumb (and even mute while I write this)

Words continue to fade, thoughts do anything but wander, the more the rants I hear, the faster my hand travels to skip the track, but alas it doesn’t work that way anymore. While the phone has some amount of music in it, but it has nothing of what I want to hear now.

RIP Fella, I know Steve wanted you back, the most (ab)used iPod on earth. iKnow

The Tormenting Monster!

The Ducati Monster: One bike which I was confused whether or not to buy.

The TYPICAL paradox about choices and how men deal with it?

Perhaps you do remember that old joke, A man gifting 10,000 Rs to 5 women as a test to check which woman he should marry.

The first one, saves the money in a FD, stating that it would be used for their future

The second one, saves the money in Gold, stating it would help them in future and appreciate much faster

The third one, spends it on a holiday ticket for the guy, stating he deserves it

The fourth one, invests it on the share market, after some quick research, makes a clear profit of Rs. 550,000! and invests it for their future

The fifth one, spends the money for a makeover for the guy stating she should look worthy for him

Guess whom does the man select… well that’s for later, but such was the choice in choosing between the one you lust for, or for the one you deem practical! The more you think, the more it confused. The more it confused, the more you start linking petty everyday thoughts with it!

But Alas, these thoughts just continue to exhaust you in confusion!

The thought process was simple:

Why the Ninja?

1. It is so much practical for Indian conditions

2. It has a wider service network than ANY big bike seller in India

3. It enjoys a better supply of spares

4. It enjoys somewhat proven credibility of BAL-Kawasaki IN INDIA and in INDIAN conditions

Why the Ducati:

I F*CKING LOVE IT!

One pure rational choice, one pure emotional choice. History has revealed, that apart from these being two different sides of the human brain, they never ever let the other one win. Every time you reassure your Emotion with rational reason all it takes is that bloody recall of emotion. Remember your first break up, how the world clarifies on WHY the match was never destined, and then you burst into this turmoil by just a simple recall of HOW MUCH YOU LOVED HIM/HER!

I delayed taking my Ninja 650R delivery to wait and see what the new Monster would be, but alas the kind folks at Ducati India had little info on when the bike would be here. A lot of brain washing ensured I fall for something which was practical (and I have no qualms about that) but now the Monster works up its same old tormenting way!

While I am still running in my brand new Kawasaki Ninja 650R, all it took was one lousy word of recall of how much I lust for it for me to be writing this blog entry!

They passionate Italians throw up a contest for a free Ducati Monster! Almost as if they want to torment ME!

Like they say in Italy: Quella destinata per te, nessuno la prenderà

So here’s the run down,

· Click on the link: http://www.monster.ducati.com/photocontest/profile.jsp?n=292

· Click on Vote and enter your email ID

· You will get an e-Mail Confirmation, click on it!

· Spread the link to your friends!

Thank you for your vote!

PS: The Man in the joke (unlike me), fell for the woman with the biggest bust! Here is my chance to get back at him!

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An imperfect me, in this perfect world

An imperfect me, in this perfect world
Gets words like stones, aimlessly hurled
Some from the ones near, some from a far
But with every intent to atleast leave a scar
An imperfect me, in this perfect world
Blessed with this shower, that drench you cold
Sticks and stones, which break your bones,
And words so sharp, that rips apart
The imperfect me, in this perfect world

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