Rohit Sharma

  Ajeet is a vegetable seller at this side walk of the Kandivali. He is an interstate migrant. His mother tongue is hindi, slightly bent to his native bhojpuri. He lives here all by self. Family is back at home. He has set up his shop below the multi-storey of a society. He gives an unofficial rent to the builder guy who takes care that he sticks at the place without any interruptions.  Anyway, he seems temporarily settled here. He remains seated under the cool shed of the tarpaulin. He has fast befriended the security person who sits by the gate near his shop. They chat during the high heat of no customer footfall. During the afternoon, he shuts his shop for 3 hours. He takes rest during that time.  Ajeet is now offering to deliver the vegetables at the door. He takes order to the nearby buildings and society. But he won’t deliver during the evening. That time is a busy foot schedule. The shop would be busy with people in the light evening. I have started to buy my veget...

It's 2012, I boarded my train from Maihar for Allahabad. Loaded with my luggage, a laptop and a keypad based phone, I sat in the general compartment adjusting myself in the boggie. i would have a confirmed reservation from Allahabad. It would be the start of a long journey towards Silchar. I would do a countdown of 3.5 long hours, no instant gratification of the whatsapp, no habit of engaging in long hours of phone calls. It was the phase when we used 2G. As the train would leave my native, I would follow the passing city through the windowpane of the moving train. All the streets, the jingling lights, the cozy memories would seem to give a good bye, until next time. The long stare would end in to the the dark abyss of the upcoming jungles and so forth. I would now had all the time to worry about my luggage, listen and observe people sitting close by, think about the people back home and the memories earned. I was a person who was thinking and who was wide alive. It's 2024. I b...

It was succumbing inside the Mumbai hose. Among many many human beings, surrounded by their walls, their hopes, their invisible chains, he was too. So, at midnight, when the sleep was on a run, he flew away on his meteor. The city is wide and the roads lesser traveled. Where does he go?  It was clocking past eleven. City lights has enveloped the sky. He has this powerhouse inside him. It contains uncertain energy. It is undriven. It is without direction. He rode slower, hugged with stability... Only a voice that reins his blood veins, making him mad, fighting his calm senses, not wanting him stop. He has this urge to fight, to punch on the face, of what, of fear? Driving several kilometers, he reached an unquiet shore. The ocean was roaring in greetings. On his behind, a half moon glew in constance. He sat over the cold sand. He remained whispered and unstunned. As his madness pierced away, he felt larger inside. As minutes passed away, ocean water was climbing upside, ...

It was Sunday today & I had actually skipped a ride till it became evening and the burden of it laid heavier on me. I dressed up and at the hour of departing Sun, I chose to cruise. My meter hit the 3000 kms mark today. I remember my happiness when it first touched the first 100th mark! I seek to sum up the past two months that I had had with the meteor. This 3k mark includes two nearby Nashik Trips, a Surat trip, one to Lonavala, several Palghar touches and my regulars for the office work. Most of them were solo rides. I have been learning. It's been fun. Is riding your motorcycle a sport? I have fewer reason to deny. It is cumbersome to ride far, that too in India. Nowadays, I am watching the biker’s videos. It is helpful to understand the trails before going on a ride and in coping up with the resistance to ride longer. From the POV of a biker inside the helmet, there is a person who while being on a ride, is thinking. He is interacting with the objects in th...

It was a two-day trip from my stay at Mumbai. I drove in the evening a previous day. Having have rode my meteor a good 2500Kms, It was comparatively adjusting to ride 160km from Mumbai to the area near the peak. I have felt that if the trip is pre-planned, it helps you enrich your experience. There is so much more that we can explore and that does help us save time, energy and some money as well. I write with the same intention. Material carrying is important. Wearing bike accessories is essential for safety. This time while driving in the late hours, I felt that I should also carry items like pepper spray, a mat & torch. I carried a battery back up this time which made me feel safer, so to say. To remain ensured during the trip helps to enjoy better. I was calm due to it. I had put Kalsubai peak in the google map. Somehow I was going in the wrong direction. I had planned that I would find some tenting service nearby and sleep inside it during the night. I got to know t...

I catch a line from the movie “Into the wild” as – Career is a 20 th century invention . As much as it hits the brain cell, no wonder about its truthfulness. World is divided between developed, developing and under-developed countries. Thinkers and philosophers have interpreted the world and tried to understand the society in their own way. May be some of the words like Capitalism, socialism, communism, blah-blah-ism make some sense to you. Indian fabric is slowly turning towards Industrialization. What does that mean? 100 years back, Indians used to live in joint families. There would be one patriarch who would rule their large family. Agriculture was the main source of income. Population exploded. Lands were divided and distributed in ownership. Machine were invented. Productivity was trended. People started to move out of their joint families. Urban societies grew in size and started to become the concentrated economic centers. Last 50 years in India, there is an increa...

It was a long held dream to have my own Royal Enfield. Back when I was a child, bullet would amaze me in the roads & it has this rowdy feel attached with it. I had fallen in love with the RE’s Thunderbird model in 2017 when I first rode it. Due to some of my own reasons, I never purchased it. Thereafter came a long career gap of study and the plan remained in hang. I talk on my own behalf and here is what I specifically feel. 20s-30s is the golden period of our lives. We have the most energy. We are optimistic. We are adventurous. We have the gut feel that we could do anything. Cruising on road for a long ride needs to be supported by your body and your mind. Do we recall a season of the Friend’s web series, when Chandler, Ross & Joey talks about how is it to be a 30 year old? You like to relax and sleep early. In short, get your own bike as soon as you feel that you are craving it deeply. Think not much… It's been the end of the week one. Whenever I see my ...