7 reasons to buy Royal Enfield

Well, you might be aware of the reasons one should buy an Enfield. I am not gonna quote same old lame reasons. Yes, you feel Royal, I know and you feel free, I know.

Just read, it might amuse you or persuade you in buying one.

 1. You can ride slow – There are many bikes out there for speed but do you know any other bike which feels amazing even when you ride it slow? Except Enfield, none I can think of. The thump, the sheer pleasure of having a slow ride is heaven many times. Even those who drive/ride behind you know you won’t go fast because, fuck! its an Enfield.


2. Ride solo or in a group – Except Harley or Indian, no other bike will look good in both solo and group. You are bound to turn heads no matter how and with whom you are riding. The fairings, the colors, the speed on some bikes will surely look good but metal is metal and in long run, Enfield will always be Enfield.


3. Unbiased Bike – Again, except Harley or Indian, Enfield is the most unbiased bike with respect to gender, caste, religion or whatever man! Anyone would look sexy on an Enfield. And it treats man and woman, the same.


4. You feel Rich – We all know that every month you will need to take it to the mechanic and do some or the other corrections. The service centers will suck your blood and money out. But in all of this, you will feel rich. Like “BC! service karani hai” again! 🙂 Common, its fun and accept it, you do feel rich in a way. Competition for Harleys and other superbikes.

5. Katrina and Anushka – Damn! This should have been the first point, right? Coz both of the ladies make the bike look sexier than ever. I don’t have any more lines to say for this point. PERIOD!

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6. Aviators – Are you a fan of aviators? Those Ray bans and few others! No other bike can look hotter with those freaking RayBans!!

7. What? are you still reading for more reasons? Get your ass up and go buy or ride one! If you already have it, just ride! Have fun, take that dust and pollution to your lungs or get on the highway for that fresh air!


Until next time! Ride safe, Ride hard! And ………. Ride! I am leaving for another ride now!  See you!

Think about it …..


Memoirs of an Outcast

At daybreak, I was sitting in my office bus and whilst commuting, I had my earphones plugged in with “Riders on the Storm” playing. I was furthermore reading a newspaper. There was a moment when I was lost. It was suffocating and worse part was, that I was not able to recognize the feeling.

While looking out of the window, motorists going past, green patches rolling in front of my eyes and people going past made me bear in mind one thing. I was not able to relate to even one damn human. Like I was stuck in the null void and spending whole life here is inevitable. There are a lot of notions that rotate around us. The most common is when we do not have anyone in our life to understand what we really are.
On the other front, mates tell me, one has to find the person inside oneself, but the other side of coin is bound to pursue; that is to take oneself out of the equation. One has to stay away from everyone else and keep a distance from the worldly affairs in order to be able to understand oneself and be happy.

There are a lot of queries that keep flowing in the nerves of our brain and keep hitting the cells and tissues which have thinking power.
Why every bad thing happens to me? Why am I stuck in this? What was my mistake? What wrong did I do?

We always have questions to our personal issues while we do not realize that the answers depend on our connection with rest of the world.
Every query has “ME” or “I” in it; my question is how many of your questions are not related to the world that lies outside your soul or body?
This is the first question that you need to find an answer to.

Think about it….

It happens only in India…

Ever wondered what it takes to be Indian… Why are we similar to rest of the world yet so different.. Below is a news that initially startled me but then I thought, this is what we are famous for… ENDURANCE and WILL POWER….

We face a lot of things everyday, right from our Bed {where everyone wants us to wake up} to the government issue {where nobody wants to wake up}. The news I am sharing today might feel funny to you but it is alarming actually… Just a thought…  So what happen was, the story is about a city named Ulhasnagar near Pune.

 A pregnant woman was forced to deliver her baby in an autorickshaw in the middle of the road after it got stuck in a pothole at Ulhasnagar, late on Thursday night.

Pothole forces woman into labour; baby delivered right there
At around 10 pm on Thursday, 24-year-old Sangeeta Dinesh Salve, a resident of Vadalgaon, Ulhasnagar, went into labour. She immediately hired an autorickshaw to go to the hospital, accompanied by her sister-in-law Asha. On the way to the hospital, the autorickshaw drove into a pothole and got stuck. The impact from the pothole jerked Salve forward and she had no choice but to give birth to a baby boy on the spot. The rickshaw driver then rushed her and the new-born baby to a government-run hospital at Ulhasnagar-4, where she was immediately admitted. Both Salve and her child were declared safe after admission.
“We were initially shocked and afraid for the mother and child’s safety, but all is well,” said Pramod Dalvi, a social worker who helped the mother during admission.
Amazingly, this is not the first time such an incident has taken place. An incident under similar circumstances occurred last year in Ulhasnagar as well.
Despite the Ulhasnagar Municipal Council spending more than Rs. 4 crore before the monsoons to improve the condition of the city roads, these potholes continue to exist.
Pothole babies
Last October, MiD DAY reported the story of Rekha Chaudhari, an Ulhasnagar resident who gave birth under a similar setting.
On the way to the hospital, the rickshaw that Chaudhari was travelling in went on a particularly bumpy stretch of road, full of potholes. Each jerk built up pressure inside her womb, and she gave birth to a baby girl en route.

You might be laughing a little bit, you should actually!! I Did.. But then I thought WTF!! This is insane at a particular level…Right??

Think about it……

India’s tobacco girls..

Five-year-old Aliya thinks it is some kind of a game she must soon master to be a winner. From the time she wakes up and until she goes to bed, Aliya watches her mother and all the girls and women in her neighbourhood consumed in a frantic race. They all make beedis, the traditional hand-rolled Indian cigarettes.

For each beedi, the roller painstakingly places tobacco inside a dried leaf sourced from a local ebony tree; tightly rolls and secures it with a thread; and then closes the tips using a sharp knife.

Five year old Aliya practicing rolling beedis
Five-year-old Aliya has already begun training to roll beedis. Working between 10 and 14 hours a day, Aliya’s mother and others must roll at least a 1,000 beedis each, to earn a paltry sum of less than $2 (£1.28) paid by the middleman. The beedi manufacturers, however, make billions of dollars.

The rolled beedis are taken to the warehouses of large manufacturers where they are packaged and sold in the market for a much higher price. The beedi is hugely popular and makes for nearly half of India’s entire tobacco market.

Human robots

In Aliya’s town of Kadiri in Andhra Pradesh alone, hundreds of families have for generations relied on beedi rolling as their only means of survival.

A pair of hands damaged by continuous beedi rolling
The skin on the fingertips of the beedi-rollers gets thinner. The labyrinthine, congested lanes of the Kadiri slums are home to an assembly line of humans functioning like robots. Young girls and women sit out in the open, rocking back and forth, appearing entranced. Many have developed odd muscular motions as they push their work speed to the edge of human limits. “The pressure to keep up with the speed and meet the target is so intense that many skip their meals and even avoid drinking water so they do not need to go to the toilet,” says Shanu, a community volunteer. Almost all beedi workers in Kadiri, like in the other beedi manufacturing areas of India, are female and a large number of them are young girls.

‘Nimble fingers’

Aliya has already started her lessons and is practising rolling beedis using cuttings of plain paper. “I want to roll beedis and give the money I earn to my mother,” she says. A study released nearly three years ago estimated that a shocking number of more than 1.7 million children worked in India’s beedi rolling industry.Children are knowingly engaged by manufacturers who believe that their nimble fingers are more adept at rolling cigarettes.

11-year-old Salma with beedis she has rolled
Salma has jaundice but she still rolls 1,500 beedis a day. Under Indian law, beedi rolling is defined as hazardous work. But there is a loophole which allows children, who assist their parents in their work, to be kept out of the purview of the law. “Formally, it is the women who take the orders from the contractors. However, given the pressures these women face in terms of delivering, invariably children, mainly girls, get pulled into this to support their families in beedi rolling,” says Anita Kumar of Plan India.As part of its global campaign “Because I am Girl”, the child rights’ organisation has started a programme focused on the girl child labour in Andhra Pradesh, including girls involved in beedi making. The project will impact 1,500 girls over three years. “We are aiming to create a model by working with communities and the local government structures, ensuring that children are prevented from falling into this cycle of labour,” Ms Kumar says. From unhealthy living conditions to exploitative wages, slave-like working conditions and severe health consequences – the situation of beedi workers involves violation of their fundamental rights and freedoms on many levels. A majority of the girls are pulled out of school by the time they complete primary school to support their families’ incomes. Youngest among four siblings, 11-year-old Salma dropped out of school last year. “I wanted to continue going to school but we are very poor and have been struggling to pay the rent,” she says as she struggles to draw a breath.

Salma is suffering from jaundice and is so frail she can barely sit straight. Yet, she is tasked with rolling up to 1,500 beedis a day to support her family. She is in dire need of medical attention, but visiting the local hospital means a day off work due to long queues and a day’s wage in transport. Her parents cannot afford either.

‘No protection’

Baby in lap of mother as she rolls beedis
The adverse health impact of beedi work is visible on all age groups. The adverse health impact on beedi workers is visible on all age groups. Continuous beedi rolling leads to absorption of high doses of nicotine directly through the skin. The skin on the children’s fingertips begins to thin progressively, and by the time they reach their 40s they cannot roll cigarettes any more. The worst thing for beedi workers is the feeling that there is no protection, no welfare, no state support.In summer as the temperatures reach 45C, streets in Kadiri are engulfed in a stifling cloud of tobacco dust as infants play among heaps of tobacco leaves. Covered in a pool of sweat, young girls roll beedis with their eyes transfixed on their tobacco tray. Older women, who cannot roll any more, help with trimming the ebony leaves.

The work continues until late in the night just to secure the next day’s meal and to keep a roof above the head.

Sage Of today’s world…

Have you ever thought while sitting that you were meant to do something in this world, maybe earn a lot, be rich, have power
and fame. have you ever wondered why the hell you were born as a human. Or what is there for you to do in this god forsaken
land. Yes? maybe no? The questions sometimes cannot be answered. Can they? We travel to places, temples, places of peace, etc.
But it happens very less that we find all the answers in life. A recent breakup, failing in exams, loss of a close one,
office issues, frustration on the society’s system, etc.. Issues can be many that can lead to disturbance in mind.

Today I am sharing a story of a person I met and understood properly, Though I am still trying to understand him.
As I feel he is not of this world. He came to this world for something above these petty issues. I am not saying he doesn’t
have issues but he looks them as nothing but dust. He was born in this era for a job to perform.Earlier, his name was kept on “Brahma”, but his mother changed his name after “Vishnu”. As a child he was naive, as Brahma, he used to fight for things just as Brahma fights for the status of being a “god”. As he grew up to be a teenager his mind developed and he started showing signs of Vishnu. He had girls around him. His friends included both males and females but ratio of females was higher. He was a protector of all, very friendly and easy going. He was aware of life and death and knew the fears of people around him. He was still naive in the sense of mind as he was developing. It took a lot of time for the development. He has still a lot of miles to complete to attain the knowledge of why the hell he was born. The only difference is that he has got a fair idea.

Now, with change in time and age, he has developed characteristics of “Shiva”. He doesn’t want luxuries. This doesn’t mean
he has got rid of them, it’s just that he is the sage of new era. He dresses like us, uses a smart phone, has access to certain
things but he is here to something more than just earn and get rich. He has started hating man made things. He just uses them and
do not like them. Today, his main aim is to earn respect and smiles across the world. To help people get rid of their negativity.
He wants to take out the sadness, evil, in short negativity out of people, letting them live in happiness.

He now works alone, trying to be an outcast. He is no god but believes god/some supernatural power is inside him. He is a copy of “Shiva”
He is yet to grow more, spiritually, mentally and physically… But soon, Nirvana is not far away….

He is somewhere among you..

Think about him…