Sunday, October 10, 2010
Logged into blog-home page-thing saw Aqseer had put up a post about riding her bike Juno and I thought why not me? Why haven't I put something like that up I mean I have a picture of her on my page so why not a post?
If you haven't seen the pic, I'll tell you she's a Electra 5S Bullet, (Royal Enfield if you MUST know). Black, or as the dealer calls it "magic black" (basicallly looks deep green when the sun shines on it) I'll make no bones in telling you I wanted her in olive green. BUT I still adore her :)
My relationship with my bike is not romantic. I do not expect her to take me to fabled lands nor do I consider it necessary to remember trifling details like the date when I got her. (either that, or that is one hell of a good excuse for not remembering :P).
Very simply put I love her more than I have loved any material possession (oh yes i did, not romantic clearly)I've ever had there is really no time that the she's far from my mind, even now the last day of the trim when I have to leave her I feel the same anxiety I felt the first time I left her. And when I see her when I get back or after she's gotten serviced my heart still feels nervous like meeting a girl for the first time or after a VERY long time. I do SO adore her.
My relationship with her has been nothing less than any full time relationship I've had with any girl I have ever seen in my life. We love AND hate each other :) Been in love? You know what I'm talking about :P. So it was obvious if she have a name it be female, hoever I didn't know this within the first few days of hgetting her so had to go for something more gender neutral decided for the more apt and actually uninventive but surprisingly uncommon "goli" simply because goli is a literal translation for bullet and I insist on naming desi style (heck my car was called gaadi baba). SO for the first year and a half she remained goli.
However one day I had an epiphany. I realised the whole point about love-hate clearly female thing (in re above) [apologies to all "hardcore" bikers that take offence to my calling her female over and over again but its simply to drive the point that I am NOT riding a male thank you very much, since I'm apologising already lets apologies to any women that take offence no neither riding nor the bullet are sole male domains in FACT nothing turns me on more than a woman with a bike ESPECIALLY a bullet (God that woman in the RE commercials witht he piercings wearing the sneakers is still hot enough to make others and I mean ALL other look like junk compared to her and keep me staring, Lady if you're out there MAIL me and if ayone knows who she is please tell me, sorry back to the point] and decided she needed to be rechristened and I chose, you guessed it, DIRTY SALLY. It personifies her , she is MY dirty Sally she rides me hard and she rides me dirty and she LOVES it dirty, sometimes I'm confused as to who's riding whom, why Sally? I don't know (it was a bloody epiphany you know).
The failures have been quite a few, the latest one was not entirely my fault (or so I like to believe I think Zaheer Bhai's mystery engine oil whose brand he never let me see is also to blame, and yes me too I didnt get the engie oil changed and rode for near 6 months and yes no servicing either (please don't smite me Zeus). Till date I have had one engine failure, this one, and two falls resulting in body damage.
The list of parts changed and work done are as follows:
1) Cylinder barrel
2) Cylinder resurfacing
4) Spark Plug
5) Rear Tyre Tube
6) Headlight garnish
7) Ignition key hole thing
8) Denting work on mud guard especially
9) Oil pump cleaning
10) Silencer garnish heat guard thing
11) Right foot rest twice
12) The right side rear footrest is still hanging loose
13)Head light bulb
14) Pilot lights
15) one indicator bulb
17) BOTH mirrors
I think that's about it in addition there've been the regular servicing of course.
I say this in full consciousness and without any duress.
There. Is. No. Other Bike. I. Would. Ride. In The. World. Right. Now. I Will. Never. Sell. Her. Under. No. Circumstance. (maybe if I'm still hungry after selling my kids, but that's also maybe :P)
The first time I started up her motor I knew I loved her. The first time I felt the pang of her being unwell (incidentally the evening I brought her hoome from the service centre) I knew I loved her. The Period of the break in when I scoured the net for info and made sure I adhered to everythng I knew I Loved Her. The first time I hit the highway on her I knew I loved her. The first time she stalled and overheated on me I knew I loved her. The first time I had a flat tyre I knew I loved her. Both times I had my accident I loved her mroe than ever cause she took the brunt and curled while i escaped virtually unscatehd. She loves me too I know it I can hear her say it in every piston pump in every rotation in every TDC motion.
Sh rode me to Mysore and halfway multiple times it was gorgeous. She rode me to mysore on the way to Ooty on a whim at 5 in the morning without servicing without a complaint, would've taken me to Ooty but my companions heart was weak :P.
Riding her is like being on anohter planet it is another level of control altogether AND i kid you not soemtimes I am so sure she has a mind of her own steering me instead of me steering her playfully goading me to speed sternly reprimanding to slow down.
Your hind footrest maybe loose, your bend tube coloured blue, your brake lever turned downwards not to mention the slight crumpling on your mud guard and the rust whcih I take the balme for but Goli/Dirty Sally I love you.
You're my only one and true.
My love for you is not romantic, but I can never curse you, nor ever blame you.
I would say everyone should buy a bullet, then we choudl all go on a massive roadtrip.
p.s. I spend most of my nights dreaming of her or long trips on her THAT'S how much you fall in love with this bike. Reader if in Blore beg borrow steal but get a bullet, let's go ona ride
p.p.s. poster girl...CALL me :P
I saw this movie yesterday, The hunt for the BTK killer, which got me thinking. But before i elaborate on what I thought let me give you the facts (if you dont trust me for complete facts are available on wiki at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BTK_Killer ).
The BTK killings were a spree of killings spanning broadly 1974-91, after which there was a hiatus till about 2004 whcih is when he recommenced communicating with the police and media (he used to in his active years periodically send information about his killings to the media and/or police so as to spread terror with the signature BTK to authenticate it. He was apprehended in 2005 when he believing floppies to be untraceable decided to communicate using floppies.
BTK describes the murderer Dennis Rader's modus operandi which was basically bind, torture and kill. He reffered to his victims as "projects" and divided the individual murders into 4 phases (1) Trollin: when he roamed the streets/ neighborhoods for victims;
(2) Stalking: when he locked onto a particular victim he got to know as much as he could about her, he admitted to becoming more comfortable with the act once he knew them better
(3) Killing: which he usually did by strangulation
(4) Post killing: when he worked on spreading the information to the public via the police or media, he wrote elaborate letters enclosing personal artifacts to authenticate the claim.
He was an average american, community college et al, with a brief stint in the air force and foreign deputations there as well and upon return working initially as a stores clerk and then getting a degree in "administration of justice" (ironically) and working as a compliance officer for the state as a dog catcher. Most interestingly he was the President of the church council at the local church. Even his wife did not realise he was the killer, she admitted (to him in fact) to have been praying for the BTK killer to have died and was shocked and expressed her fear at his return in 2004.
He had his own children, in fact he stated he resurfaced because his children had grown up and left leaving him with extra time.
All this brings me to my point...
Are killers or even criminals, necessarily as we perceive them, large types with dysfunctional lives history of substance abuse or at the very least unemployed or employed as something lowly (not that anythings lowly but arguendo). How far are we entitled to be secure in the notion that the man next door CANNOT be a criminal or a serial killer? The example of BTK would drive us to the conclusion that we are not to be secure in such notions and indeed some holier than thou type soul reading this right now would consider me naive or soemthing, but truthfully how often HAVE we been on guard in a room that was filled with people of our own "standing" in society who dressed and looked just like us?
Which brings me to the other point of the spectrum, should we live in fear at all? Afraid of everyone in the streets of every soul rich poor old young? When will we then start living? What is this life if full of caring and looking over your shoulder?
Indeed it would seem Davies Leisure ought to now be modified to read,
What is this life so full of care
We have no safety to stand and stare
and perhaps end at,
A poor life this if, full of doubt,
We're ever ready to drop and shout.
Decisions...decisions.....what does one do argh!
Friday, October 8, 2010
Its been a while since I last posted, if nothing else then in terms of what I want to do with my life. Although the civil services remains a huge option (on 360/365 days call it the aim today's one of the other 65), I thought today what is wrong with a nice cushy job at a firm, maybe do an MBA work at a bank, get married to a nice girl from Delhi (sorry other cities but Delhi's the only city with women worth calling women (not looking at you J&K/Haryana)). I mean seriously I'd have enough money to prosper if not live long who knows maybe buy a nice care with 4 rings or a 3 point star or maybe even a turning rotor.
I see no cons, apart from the tiny detail of selling your life off and working your whole life to make someone else money, but seriously what's wrong with that I mean as long as I get my cut right? Do my altruistic tendencies come at too high a personal cost? Then again is personal cost a cost worth counting in the face of the greater good?
I dont know I like to think it's because I'm human but I find myself wondering too often why should I be the one to sacrifice? Why me? And then as if the Universe knows what I'm thinking I'll read some story about deplorable corruption or of the general suffering in society.
Although I do not have any conclusions to this I really don't and honestly will take it as I feel like, I've planned precious little in my life till date and am not really about to start now (considering I'm doing not so bad now I'd say it works, and why fix it if it isn't broken eh?)
Truth I think is I'm not really looking for Money or cars or wealth nor am I looking for the greater good or bringing order in this anarchy we call society, and I think my motives in helping the poor are in themselves are too selfish to be called altruism really.
Epiphanies come at the oddest of moments, that's why they're epiphanies and not thoughts :P. Today I got one watching Aisha, what I think I'm looking for is none of the above I just want love, someone who loves me, a beautiful woman I can come home to, who'll sit with me till the end of my days irrespective of what I do or how much I have but because she loves me because she still feels the way about me she did the day we first met. I know there are plenty of haters and nay-sayers out there who think this is some fairytale notion, who knows maybe it is but it IS my piece of heaven my "ideal" what I want. I will in the meanwhile however have to make do with either being well to do or being in the government helping people, finding my joy in that truthfully I'm happy with both.
So UPSC prep, here I come (please let there be cute IFS/IAS chicks Lord)
Argh! I'm 21 years old and I'm thinking of finding someone to die with... am I dying already?
So many questions no bloody answers...