Worn ‘n’ Torn

Day 1:

The other day, I was leaving office. Back at the parking lot I looked at my Motorbike; old, worn and tired…kind of like the person who drives it. Since it is from a previous era, there is no push start buttons to your aid. Just the old school kick start.

While making my way through the traffic, I couldn’t help but think:

‘I wonder what must be on it’s mind? Will it be happy with itself in comparison with other motorbikes around? sure couldn’t be’

‘The newer bikes could run a riot around this one. They will achieve in less than 4000 rpm, what my bike won’t be able to at redline. What still keeps this motorbike running other than the fuel I pour in?’

I must admit it looks decent,the body is still in good shape especially the paint. It looks classic with it’s old school naked bike styling. I haven’t done much to ruin its look.

‘But how long just with your looks? Not fast, not really efficient, just an average motorbike.’

Would the motorbike feel itself useless, if it had a soul… I wondered. Times have changed so have many things.

‘No one cares for how much of a head-turner you were once upon a time. That time is clearly over. It feels today though that you have no real value apart from a few people looking at you once in a while. You are being over-taken left right and center by bigger, better and more desirable motorbikes.’

‘Knowing all this how do you put yourself on the road every single day. Just literally to be mocked and over-taken by well-equipped , better sounding and better looking motorbikes. How do you manage son? Isn’t it an inch by inch death?’

Day 2:

It rained heavily in the past 3 hours and there is no signs of rains stopping for another couple of hours. I was moving alongside the slow traffic. The water was ankle deep and didn’t concern me at this point.

Moving further, water level rose and soon it reached knee level. This concerned me a little but I chose not to stop. The engine is still clear of water, so is the exhaust.

In just a matter of minutes, the water level rose from knee level to hip level. Cars stopped, other motorcycles stopped by the side. I could see those motorcycles almost submerged in the water. My logic was to open the throttle and not let water in the exhaust, since the exhaust was below water level. Stupid logic, but at that time it occurred to me as a bright idea. Did the motorbike stop? Yes at the last stretch of water logged street it did. Did it start again? Yes. It limped with me on our way back home.

Day 3:

The motorbike was still alive. It worked as if if nothing happened yesterday. It kept running and it still does.



Wallpaper #4 – Stopping by the woods on a rainy morning

I have always stressed on the fact that Kerala, despite being the land of insanity and maniac’ism’, is a naturally blessed region. I can step out of my house and come back with a bunch of amazing pictures. Here is one,


This is only morning and I really love this picture cos the post processing is bare minimum or rather nothing.

The rest of it (afternoon, evening) is yet to come.

Until then, good night!



Rainy days


My native place is Kerala in India. A handkerchief shaped place right at the bottom of the Indian map. I am still confused when people call this place ‘God’s own country’. It’s far from being a country.

Hardly have I stayed 4 months at my native and I don’t think I will stay there for extended periods for many years from now. I can’t stand the people there now, who have turned arrogant and unfriendly from selfless and humble. I can’t stand the politics there, which has nurtured socialism in the form of Communist party and secularism in the form of Congress party, but none working towards the good of the people. I can’t stand the distinction of caste and creed people talk about all the time, at every nook and corner of the state. I hate the male dominance that is practiced widely at my place. It pains me when I hear about social evils like dowry being practiced without any disrepute.

So what is the nexus between me and my place, apart from my ties of blood?

The Rains…

I love the rains in Kerala. Not the one that lashes out heavy, disciplining us for our wrong doings in the form of flood and water logging but the slight drizzles and light shower that slowly descends from heaven. Some say it’s Mother Nature’s way of smiling or it’s the tears of the God’s from heaven. I call it a divine soother. The light shower that caress your forehead, feels your skin before it meets the mother earth and gets absorbed. The drizzles that freshens your heart and soul with the sweet smell of the ground. No words can describe the feeling.

Whenever I go to Kerala, I try to make it there during those times when nature treats us with light showers. If I have a motorbike at my disposal, which I usually have, I ride it to feel the fresh drops of fine rain. If I can’t do that, I would spend time watching the rains from the veranda of my house.


I love the rains in Kerala. It’s analogous to the silent love that a girl has in her eyes for the boy, with whom she has made love for the first time ever in life. The silent happiness that a mother has seeing her child making progress in life. The silent admiration a father has for his son after getting good grades in exams.


I love the rains in Kerala, because I see it as a way that Mother Nature tells that she still sustains life and we belong to her. The rains give life to the small stream of water behind my house. The communion of trees, leaves and flowers with the droplets gives a great glamour to the entire place, making it more colorful than the rainbow.


I love the rains, as it remains as a bond between me and Kerala. I love it for, it wipes clean the dirty narrow streets adjacent to my home. It tops up water in the fresh water wells, to the brim at our place, after it has dried up in the summer.


I love the rains, as it brings back lush greenery to the best in Kerala. It cools the earth which was petrified due to the summer’s heat and finally the rain gives me the much wanted ‘ME’ time, as I usually don’t do the customary running around.


I love the rains……


Vineeth Pic   Pic credits and courtesy :  Picture in the beginning of the article is from Google and all the credits and rights to respective owner. Picture towards the end is by Vineeth Rajeev, a dear friend of mine.