Someone just asked me why Faakira… here’s my explanation…

Finally brought Faakira home… Rode her back all alone. Had hick-ups on the way with idling and all but was an awesome feeling… Kept a steady speed of 40 as was wee bit (read as shit ;) ) scared. Jaws and muscles all stiff with tension.
The feeling was awesome… the beat, the feel of power still there just beyond, an itch to push just a bit more… phah looks like am going the speed way too… gonna hit the track soon at this pace.
Did just 13km from Sam’s place to Mine but it was really something in the rush hour. And ofcourse thanks to Sam for tolerating me and helping out with figuring how she would start :)
Ok thats it for now. My shoulders and leg still hurting with all that kicking. Am back to dreaming.
But still what a joy it was to see her outside when I woke up, starting her and then actually sat and polished a bit and cleaned up Musafir too for good measure. :D

Life is short, don’t waste time worrying about what people think of you.
Hold on to ones who care, in the end they will be the only ones there.

Just feeling a little low today and writing helps so will just rattle away I guess. None of all thats follow may make sense. Just wondering where I have come from and where am going. Ever read The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. Am just wondering about those roads today. Those options I had in life to walk different roads and I did take the road less travelled. It was fun and still is, but does it have to be filled with hardships, emotional rollercoasters. Couldn’t the ordeals have been a little lighter.
Yeah I know I may have got a better deal then a lot of other people but that don’t make my cross lighter.
I don’t think I ever asked too much of life. Some happiness, a sprinkling of smiles, topped with love, packed in warmth. Just the usual. Actually somehow life always dealt the unexpected, learnt early that expectations lead to heart break, actually didn’t learn. Still break my heart over small things.
But where am I headed from here… no idea… plans keep changing. Always thought I would settle down at some point, get married, have kids, do those typical things – set out days cloths for hubbly, tie the tie, wait for him to return, have chai ready, listen to him crib about work and boss… somehow all these little things felt so nice.
Dreamt of being pampered, loved to no end, little surprises, being swept of my feel with hugs and kisses, unexpected appearances, close dances, moonlit walks, movies together, silly hidden messages, secret whispers, saying it all and yet saying nothing, the joys of a new life, every whim fulfilled when the little ones on the way… So many dreams.
But the maybe am not that type. All of this is not for me. Am meant for other things. Its not for me to belong anywhere. I must leave and go on in body and mind, if for nothing else then to just answer that eternal question, Who and Why am I? Ever heard the closing lines of Mona Lisa Smile – “I’ve heard her called a quitter for leaving and aimless wanderer. But not all who wander are aimless, especially those who seek truth beyond traditions, beyond definition, beyond the image.”

Finally Faakira’s here. Closed the deal on Friday and will get delivery today. Ah its been a long wait for her… Those days of dreaming and watching the old Bullet meri jaan ad. Back then dreams were more of the pillion type but then men failed me so now am the rider and dreams are the riding type :)

Ahhh found an old piece this morning that I had written, brought up some memories, so here goes…

Just feel like writing… but then no idea as to what… ok let me tell u what I’hv been upto this week.

Had been wanting to take sometime off for quite sometime, so finally took two days off just after Ganesh Chaturti and now having five days at hand decided to go to Yelagiri. Maybe should have gone somewhere further but then for a lot of reasons this was suitable. Made bookings there for four days at Hotel Woodside and decided to head out on Wednesday 7th September.