@oldfox,
Sir, do you remember the time we spent with Kriss at your hotel on GIR trip while chatting all night about bikes, safety n stuff. I never thought something like this would happen to someone who is very close to us.
I couldn't even come to terms of what has happened. He got married just 3 months back and this makes it much hard for me to sink in.
I hope his wife has courage to face this all.

Kriss, we been through a lot of fun together
From running these G2Gs to being down for whatever
And now that you're gone I got a whole lot of things to tell you
Things I should've said way back when we were together
Remember when we used to roll hand in hand
And now I'm tripping on how I really miss you, man
We had the same ideas, but not the same careers
We shared the same old laughs, and not the same tears
You were my homie, my sconey, my Roni
My buddy and never placed no one else before me
Man, I swear to God I love you for that shit
Why'd you have to get hit
Where was I, what time was it

You were supposed to get older with me
On ur busa, hands on shoulders with me
buying those gears and lids with me
And if it wasn't for the will that God had made
I'd turn back the hands of time and take your place
Sitting here all alone with me
Just thinking about how much you meant to me

It's so easy for folks to say, "Rip, just live on"
When I'm dying every second that you're gone
Nevertheless I try my best to be strong
Hoping you said your prayers before you went on home
When you rode your bike to enjoy the breeze
now all I have left are these beautiful memories

Even when you're gone you will always be my buddy
When you went home I'm still missing you, my buddy
I'm feeling like the timing was wrong, my buddy
I know you're smiling down saying carry on, my buddy
Sometimes my nights can get long, my buddy
Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my buddy
So I had to write a song, my buddy
Just to let you know that you're still my buddy

RIP KRiss

It was just three months I drove to Tirupathi to attend your marrige, and it was just yesterday I drove to Martury to attend your autopsy. God, what punishment you have given to me. The situation was pathetic and my heart pained seeing an uncosolable Priyanka after seeing Kriss' body. I am alive to see this. God, I pray to you to give strength to the near and dear to cope with loss.

I got the news in the morning and I was trembling and shivering, could not utter any word, my mind went numb. Me, Praveen, KRishna (HydBiker), though Initially started to the spot, which is approximately 100 km away from hyderabad, we changed the plan and went to meet Priyanka, his wife. Meanwhile Kriss' relatives rushed to Kamareddy hospital where his body was kept. We took prinyanka in our car and reached Kamareddy by 2 pm, just before the start of autopsy. The body was brought back to Hyderabad at 7:30 pm and at 9 pm moved to his native village near Guntur where his last rituals will be performed today.

It was just the day before I met Kriss and took his P200. The bike is with me still I am feeling emotional when I see the bike.

It was one of the worst day in my life. I could not still believe that he was no more with us. I pray to god, yesterday was just a dream.

Rest in Peace my brother and friend, Rest in Peace!! You left all of us in tears and deep shock. My deepest condolences to the near and dear. I pray to god to give strength to the family members to cope with the loss.

Good Bye my friend! You will be remembered for ever. You are alive in our hearts.

With tearful eyes,

Ravi.

Loosing a friend is sorrow personified. And that personification assumes grotesque proportions when that friend is lost to cruel hands of death. Kriss shall always be for me. Never gone. Always there. A decade and more separated us in age and yet I have no hesitation in calling him my 'friend'. He was a mature young man. Cultured, courteous and intelligent. We spent some memorable time together in Hyderabad during the Passion Hunt ride. His impending marriage with Priyanka, a girl who perfectly complimented him, gave me the opportunity to write for both their futures. It seems so ironic now and so futile. Death takes away in a moment what takes years to build. Death has a debilitating finality about it, a depressiveness so over-whelming that we spend all our lives denying it, despite knowing that's exactly what lies at the end of life. For one and for all. But death that follows natural justice of age and at times disease is not that painful to accept. Kriss' demise seems so unjust, though there must be something in it for Him up there. Rest in Peace my friend. And don't stop riding....

There are Bikers
There are Super Bikers...

And Then there's KRISS

We will remember those words of yours young man...

My heartfelt condolences to his parents. I have no words to express my sorrow for Priyanka. May God give her the courage and strength to face this the harshest test of love and living.




Yes Ranjith, I do remember it all and it comes back in all its vivid detail and the utter futility that death paints it with. Sadness shall always mark those happy times.