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Every religion has its own practice; Its own customs and traditions; and its own ways of offering prayers. A prayer or a worship is a thread binding human beings with god. Worship has an immense power…. A power to invoke, deliver and evoke. Every prayer allows human being to communicate with god, clearly and evidently.
‘I'd rather be riding my motorcycle thinking about God than sitting in temple thinking about my motorcycle’
...…There is a crazy bunch of people in the society who have special religion and they have special offerings to the god. They have unusual worship practices and the worship itself is the way of meditation. This bunch is known as ‘HARDCORE RIDERS’… Their machine are prayer wheels and hilly, curvy roads are the roads of salvations. The bond between human and machine on the road of salvation kicks off the worship . And with every twist and turn, with every smooth patch the prayer gets deeper. With every high speed blasts and breaks, the prayer echoes in own ears. With every corner as the rider leans his beauty, mind submerges in contemplation…..it goes so deep that heart blows out, mind shouts out loud, adrenalin pumps and an epinephrine spreads in the body. An intoxication level increases wildly with every corner’s entry. It uplifts the rider spiritually. Wind, gush, rain and fog adds another dimension to this intoxication as more and more adrenalin pumps up. Blood gushes in the veins and the rider feels cold gust carried by neurons passing through spinal cord touching the brain. That’s is the ultimate salvation.
Before each entry and after each exit on the corner the rider looks in rear view mirror. He sees the deepest perception of an inner sole as he passes by surrounding hills in the remote mountain region. And after all, objects in the mirror are closer (and larger) than they appear........
The heavy rain washes his worries, fresh breath vanishes his grief. And corners erase his stubbornness. He starts feeling better now. He knees down and kisses the road and bows his head down.
He remembers the day when relation between he and his machine transformed and went much ahead. It was the time when he first hit the corner the way he imagined. He had been practicing it for years before successful attempt.
He guessed this is how a fighter pilot feels when he goes for first solo sortie or a mother feels when she gives birth to a baby or a cadet feels when his parents pipe stars on his shoulder or vice versa.
The bond between him and his machine at that very moment was unexplainable. She was in full control responding exactly the way he imagined providing nice rearwheel feedback and he was responding exactly the way she expected opening the throttle smoothly. They were fully synced. He remembers the moment when he was leaned…. Road side white strips were passing just below by chin, and his eyes were struck to the road corner just few meters forward looking 6-8 seconds ahead…… judging the depth of the corner. It was a practical experience of Gyroscopic movement and centrifugal force. His machine expected just a perfect body balance and weight distribution and single axis of centre of gravity between him and her. He did that…….... That very moment has been carved deep in his heart and memory.
The rider finally returns back home as he gets the salvation – an ultimate goal for the day. Speechless but energized and fresh, he gets ready and rushes to office. As he enters the premise, four walls move closer. The rider inhales the workload and suffocates. He imagines himself sitting with full riding gear in front of the laptop. A weird thought. He checks ‘Inbox’ and decides not to work for the day; He peeps out of the window and observes horizon and distant mountain ranges…… finding another salvation paths. He continues the worship as he jots down an experience and thoughts.
- Those who wish to control their own lives and move beyond existence as mere clients and consumers - those people ride a bike and Sometimes it takes a whole tankful of fuel before you can think wise.
‘I'd rather be riding my motorcycle thinking about God than sitting in temple thinking about my motorcycle’
...…There is a crazy bunch of people in the society who have special religion and they have special offerings to the god. They have unusual worship practices and the worship itself is the way of meditation. This bunch is known as ‘HARDCORE RIDERS’… Their machine are prayer wheels and hilly, curvy roads are the roads of salvations. The bond between human and machine on the road of salvation kicks off the worship . And with every twist and turn, with every smooth patch the prayer gets deeper. With every high speed blasts and breaks, the prayer echoes in own ears. With every corner as the rider leans his beauty, mind submerges in contemplation…..it goes so deep that heart blows out, mind shouts out loud, adrenalin pumps and an epinephrine spreads in the body. An intoxication level increases wildly with every corner’s entry. It uplifts the rider spiritually. Wind, gush, rain and fog adds another dimension to this intoxication as more and more adrenalin pumps up. Blood gushes in the veins and the rider feels cold gust carried by neurons passing through spinal cord touching the brain. That’s is the ultimate salvation.Before each entry and after each exit on the corner the rider looks in rear view mirror. He sees the deepest perception of an inner sole as he passes by surrounding hills in the remote mountain region. And after all, objects in the mirror are closer (and larger) than they appear........
The heavy rain washes his worries, fresh breath vanishes his grief. And corners erase his stubbornness. He starts feeling better now. He knees down and kisses the road and bows his head down.
He remembers the day when relation between he and his machine transformed and went much ahead. It was the time when he first hit the corner the way he imagined. He had been practicing it for years before successful attempt.
He guessed this is how a fighter pilot feels when he goes for first solo sortie or a mother feels when she gives birth to a baby or a cadet feels when his parents pipe stars on his shoulder or vice versa.
The bond between him and his machine at that very moment was unexplainable. She was in full control responding exactly the way he imagined providing nice rearwheel feedback and he was responding exactly the way she expected opening the throttle smoothly. They were fully synced. He remembers the moment when he was leaned…. Road side white strips were passing just below by chin, and his eyes were struck to the road corner just few meters forward looking 6-8 seconds ahead…… judging the depth of the corner. It was a practical experience of Gyroscopic movement and centrifugal force. His machine expected just a perfect body balance and weight distribution and single axis of centre of gravity between him and her. He did that…….... That very moment has been carved deep in his heart and memory.
The rider finally returns back home as he gets the salvation – an ultimate goal for the day. Speechless but energized and fresh, he gets ready and rushes to office. As he enters the premise, four walls move closer. The rider inhales the workload and suffocates. He imagines himself sitting with full riding gear in front of the laptop. A weird thought. He checks ‘Inbox’ and decides not to work for the day; He peeps out of the window and observes horizon and distant mountain ranges…… finding another salvation paths. He continues the worship as he jots down an experience and thoughts.
- Those who wish to control their own lives and move beyond existence as mere clients and consumers - those people ride a bike and Sometimes it takes a whole tankful of fuel before you can think wise.
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