Re: Because I Love You....[Part1 uploaded -the story begins]

to add up the list of things that wont stop..bajaj discover...ek jaane se doosri aa jati hii (ofcourse from june)

Re: Because I Love You... Part 1

TREAT YOUR LOVE RIGHT


Went a few weeks back,
for a 3150 KM ride,
The KTM Duke...it sputtered,
I think that it cried.

About half way up...
the ride turned to spoil,
cause i need a cup of coffee,
my throat really felt sore

It made it on up,
and got CCD again,
but had to scrape crud
of the mugs now and then.

I still had to ride it,
although it's a bleeder,
Right after that it
went to the shop,
and now my riding's
on a short term stop.

The shop it did call,
and my coffee is in,
so soon I hope I'm back
on the road again.

You take things for granite,
when nothing is wrong,
Than learn what it meant to you,
when it is gone.

So treat your loves right,
pay attention too,
They'll reward you always,
and love back at you.

Re: Because I Love You... Part 1

Ooh...wow...Omkar...
Now I wont be using film songs...only if u promise to write bful poems..

Re: Because I Love You... Part 1

ok bro will write more for you

Re: Because I Love You... Part 1

Heart Touching!

Re: Because I Love You... Part 2 uploaded:

Because i love you... Part 2


One last time…


Will she meet me... just once?
Will she go out with me ... just once!
Will she... Wont she...?


“Just once” has its own magic, if you are hopeful, then it leaves no hope.
I was hopeless about the meet… but I was being insane all over again. “Just once” gave me a hope to live.

And I relived all the memories of crazy love of 4 years through this insane bike trip lasting over 4 days.

Chances were that she won’t even come to meet me and I will have to return empty handed.
She wasn’t informed about the bike trip or that I am coming to Delhi, but I just took the move… as I was more mad than ever.



Carefully packed my luggage lying in the hotel room at Udaipur and geared up, I started my journey towards Delhi.
It was a nice hotel with bike being parked inside the hotel compound not very overpriced either.
Hotel Gajraj, opposite Meera Girls College, its an easy find for those interested in doing such a trip.



My cousin brother lives in Udaipur, I chose not to go his home. They had also suggested a few matrimony-alliances for me to my parents;
now like my parents they were also tired hunting.

And I would again be blank if they ask me when I am going to marry?

Its tuff to explain why I am being crazy for a Punjabi Sardarni when I can choose among so many beautiful Hindu girls.
Its tuff to explain love to the judgmental eyes of religion.

To me the only religion ever existing was Biking…



I chose to move to Jaipur via the Bhilwara route as I was told that this track is a 4 lane fast highway with not much crowd so I can cover more distance in less time

And ipod chose the right song…

Aasaan naheen yahaan aashiq ho jaanaa
Palkon pe kaanton ko sajaanaa
Aashiq ko miltee hain gham ki saugaatein
Sabko na miltaa ye khazaanaa..

…

Jismon ke peechhe bhaage ho phirte
Utro kabhi rooh mein..
Hotaa kyaa aashiq, Kyaa aashiqui hai
Hogi khabar tab tumhein..

..



I rode till noon, somehow I didn’t feel the need to have any breakfast today, but I just kept riding… again like a zombie…


The first break I took was at a Chaiwala Tapri(tea-kiosk), and straightened my back on the charpaai(the wooden cot) lying nearby.
The Chai(tea) came some 15mins later with a Maska-Bun(butter-in-bun) and …
something echoed in my ears… “toh hum chai aur maska-bun khaaliya karenge.”


It was the summer of my final year at MBA.
Placement process was already on a high, with most nerds trying to get that Day Zero Placement (first day) of being placed into the best companies.
With the kind of skills I was having I was also considered a Day Zero material.

Leave Day Zero; somehow I couldn’t get placed in the entire first week of placement.
Got rejected from lots of interviews, I was frustrated if I would be placed ever… Or am I good for nothing stuff.

I wanted an opportunity to prove myself “just once”. I was given many opportunities, I failed and they were turning me more and more hopeless.




Decided to meet her on coffee… …and the conversation (the excerpts)



ME: you know the whole placement week is over I fear I might not get placed anywhere,
this expensive style that we are having won’t last. Might be that we won’t be able to pay for our coffee bills or Mac D burgers
or even the two meals of a day.

(I was in a very pensive mood to say that)


SHE: “toh koi baat nahin hum chai aur maska-bun khaa liya karenge ya phir bread pakoda,” (an all-time Delhi favourite).


...


Those were the days, When me and she often used to visit the then Bajaj Probiking in CP to admire a Ninja 250 aspiring to own it one day.
She also liked this bike(not the green but the black one off course).


We discussed lots of bikes. Lots and lots of bikes…
and then when we were having funds to buy a Drooling Ducati... We went ahead to buy a Honda City...
Because I love U... She loved the curves of a Honda City.


It was her unique style, her presence with me in many tid-bits and decisions small-big that we fell in love... abysmally deep... into each other.

...




It was lunch time and I stopped at a roadside Dhaba in Jaipur, ordered for some simple food,
a dal fry and some chapattis, the food came with Thumbs-Up... (Aaj kuch toofani karte hain).


With the food came the Dhaba owner, he was curious in the Duke, its really a crowd magnet,
he thought its a bike by BMW, I cleared his doubt that its from KTM a recent launch in India...

again my talks made no sense to him... I could notice that he was just nodding his head without much of an
understanding that reminded me of her...

...



I am a motorbike nerd, who loves to ride and talk about bikes day & night,
and she... though she knew nothing about bikes, used to tolerate my bike discussions as if she is enjoying them and then fall sleep.
I wonder if she really understood anything of it, if my discussions ever made any sense to her, but yaah, they were very soporific for her.


To her it doesn’t matter if she is riding on a red Platina or a red P220 until she is riding with me.
The way I loved Pulsars and Karizmas, she loved Pind-Balluchi and Barbeque-nation.

...



I still have all her gifts preserved with me very safely.
The greetings which she did in her cute handwriting, the tie she gave me, I wore it on all my cool presentations.



She also gave me an expensive pen, I jumped off it.

If I only have to write my exam papers why do I need such an expensive pen, a cello would do just fine.

And if I write in good handwriting with that pen, then teachers might read my answer sheets
and I might not get any marks which I usually got by filling substitute copies.

I can’t sacrifice the aspirations of my parents on my scores for the sake of a beautiful pen.

With all serious thought and a heavy heart, I gave that pen to my happy Daddy.




... I was riding the Duke and memories were riding me, the mountain hill of a task was soon to get accomplished.


The highway between Jaipur and Delhi is all broken for reconstruction, after negotiating the bad patch roads
and heavy traffic of Gurgaon and Delhi, it took me long to finally reach
Nik’s home at 10pm, the fren with whom I was staying was quiet amazed to know that I did this trip on 2 wheels
but guessed it right it was for her...



because I love U...



Tu paas hai par door hai
Jaata nahin yeh noor hai
Teri chhori bhi yeh manzoor manzoor hai

Tu chaon hai, tu dhoop hai
Tere hazaaron roop hai
Koi samjha nahin, jo bhi hai bas khoob hai

Taare ginnu tere liye
Saare chunu tere liye
Khwaab saare bunu tere hi tere liye

Falling so crazy in love
Te amo me te amo
Te amo me te amo



Day 3: Coming Soon: next blog.




keep glued


for pics of Day 2... click here...


Because I love U: Part 2.... PICS
Day 2 of riding: Udaipur to Delhi.

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[MENTION=58308]AnKiT.[/MENTION]misra , dude your story is so touching it reminds me of my previous year memories. Superb narration and storyline , you should get this story published its quite good ..pics are not working , bad links maybe ..cant wait for next part , make it quick please , i am waiting for it eagerly .

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Ankit yaar check the attachments again.

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Bro I upoaded all the pics but they are not working..
Can somebody help me with it...
As I open the edit link...it shows all pics the clearly...

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@ Ankit-words describing a thousand emotions....

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worth waiting for the p(art) 2 !!wonderful link between pen and exam...well only engg. students understands their dear relationship but bro..cant drink anymore cups of coffee waiting for your part3(body warning me of high caffeine) !!please update it as soon as possible ...

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Ah,I love this thread. *hugs PC*

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Part 3 & 4 Plz!!!...

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Bro,,, u better get some copyright or something!!! Someone might actually steal this for Bollywood stuff and you'll not be a happy person unless you dig on these (pun intended)!!
Anyways, all these, becoz I simply wanted to convey that your narration is indeed beautiful.
And of course, I too am unable to view the pics.

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bro.. yes.. i think i should make a book out of it..