Day 2:
Paid Rs. 400.00 to the HPSEB Guest House care taker, for the stay, cleaned our bikes and headed towards our next destination—Chitkul!

Oops, did I forget to mention that we were roaming but the Roaming on the Mobile phones gave way, Darn Vodafone, darn Tat indicom!!!

Ride to Sangla valley via Karcham was good, thanks to Jaypee! The slush on the road was getting thrown off by my rear tyre and Aryan who was tailing me had it all on him, right from his Helmet visor to the front of his bike, on his jacket and jeans. But humble as Aryan is, he was simply not complaining…had it me in his place, I would have rode past the one I was tailing, and would have made sure that he tastes his own Sh!t, but then, there has to be some difference between Aryan and dcs and he proved that he is worth his salt, and is perfectly fit to be a Moderator. Now I know why sunny never considered me fit to be a moderator on this forum, despite being online most of the times. Hehehehehehe
Past Karcham, and on the way to Sangla, we tasted the worst of all roads and it was kind of difficult if not impossible to stop for some quick clicks.

Reached Sangla and thought of stopping for some stomach worship( English translation of pait pooja). Ordered some dal chawal and kadi chawal while Aryan happily called up Bandhav and few other mates to inform of the progress.
We also noticed the change in the appearance of the stray dogs, they were now more Zhabru as compared to the ones found in the NCR. The NCR dogs are like as if they are coming straight from some Drought stricken, poverty ridden area, H.P dogs on the contrary looked as if they are the most enigmatic creatures on four legs.
While eating our way to glory I had a look on the tourists and was surprised to see that the Bengali tourists in fact out numbered the Locals. Now I had a Bengali tailing me, a Bengali to overtake and few Bengalis who were eating the Dust…in all…yahan bhi Bengali, wahan bhi Bengali..jahan dekho Bengali hi Bengali, so much that my Rude Haryanvi language was transformed into sweet Bengali language…Picture this:
Aami tour N^*nka tainey tainey Lomba karidabo……. Jokhon thokey dekhey chee, amaaar ghoom udee gachey….Aami tomar mata aiyta bhalo may deyki nee…..Tomar hashee bheshoon mistee…. And lastly…aami tomakey bhalo bhashi…. Heheheheheheeh.

so much so...that I started abusing people in Bengali in place of the ever Rude Haryanvi...and sorry mates, I am not permitted to tell you all how was I abusing.....dont want to get an infraction from Aryan, MG ,Sunny so sooooon!
I kept wondering the financial infrastructure of west Bengal that prompted the natives to tour so freely, also saluted the touring spirit. Kudos to the Local Government, by the way, who’s the ruling Party in W.B these days.. Please pass on my wishes to them




P.S: Request all my Bengali Mates to forgive me for being rude, if I was...but I was not..!!! heheheheheehe

Am enjoying every bit of your hilarious log DCS! Lovely stuff.

Well the accent incident makes me want to tell one incident which I faced when I was coming back from Chandigarh this weekend.

As I crossed Zirakpur, Because of the wind I crouched and was doing a healthy 110kn/hr. Suddenly I see a Santro with 5 guys crossing me and showing me the middle finger. And to top it off the guy on the co-drivers seat actually kept his middle finger out of the window as they went ahead. It was too much to digest as I was crusing by myself and suddenly I became so angry. I upped my speed and there was a Toll post just 500 meters ahead. Those guys had to slowdown. I went parrallel to them and showed them the finger. They also showed me back. Now I was red hot. They had to stop at the toll and I didnt as I was on bike. But still I slowed and let them pass. They did the same thing again and all of the guys stuck their fingers out of the window. I started racing. Within 500 mtr they had to brake because of a truck and I was there again parallel to them. This time I just gave them A Hard look and zoomed past.

hahahahahahaha damn jesus DCS bhai..... tussi great ho...tumee bhaloo ache

After a religious Stomach worship, we placed our respective and respected Humble @$$ on the bikes and headed towards Chitkul. Past Sangla, the roads are better, narrow at times, scenic and dangerous. Not to forget the oncoming Death threat in a while Armour with a Yellow License plate that bears HP no. most of the times. Mates, please make sure that you are a Firm Believer in Lord Almighty, and you also believe that each day that you survive on this mother earth, especially on the terrains of HP, it is all due to the Good deeds that you did in your last birth, else, the oncoming Death for sure would leave no stone unturned to throw you out of their way and straight into a ditch some 200-500feet deep, dead into your solitary Grave. Make sure that you carry some Holy water as a camel back so that you can sip some and walk your way to heaven once the White Death Brigade throws you up and then down……( that was a bt of exaggeration!! Die Hard Tourers, please don’t loose your Ability and hope!! )

Bengal government is the Communist Party of India (M) for the past 33 years! Bengalis maybe tourers, but they cannot live without their daily fish even at 4500 mts above MSL!

Those Hard Looks and middle fingers will only land you in trouble. Strongly not advised if you wanna live longer to ride!

And do not race with Indian bikes. You cannot go faster than any car in India! You WILL be beaten eventually. Bottom line, do not race unless you have more than 90bhp at your disposal! A Scorpio driver tried to kill Old Fox. We all know that incident on xBhp.

very rightly said by Ken. Rachit, if showing fingres made them feel a MAN, you should have let them be...... Remember, most of the people who drive/ride a machine are Maniacs and I would prefer staying away from a barking Dog then to bark at him in return, there has to be some difference between him and me.


@ Old Fox: When did that happen???




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Road to Chitkul from Sangla was scenic, had a few fresh water streams flowing and we clicked some pics too. Also, we had to cross some water streams that were on the path. It was hilarious to see Aryan widening his legs as he crossed the shallow stream…preserving the sanctity of the forum I would not say what all crept in my mind…. But it was SEE IT TO BELIEVE IT.
Reached Chitkul and felt relieved, but then saw a Dame….. out of this world…so sweet, so gentle…..I was in Love again…. But then reality struck hard on me….. and I came back to my senses! We strolled in Chitkul for some time, had a good Nashta of Aalo Parathas, clicked some pics, Aryan gave me a quick lesson on how to shoot great pics with a Digital, I nodded in affirmation but the sheepish look on my face clearly said…Mate I don’t know what the F*%k you are talking about.

Strikingly....all the Desi tourists in Chitkul were again from Ms. Mamta Banarjee's home state..... Hail Bengal, Hail CPI(M), hail Karizma, Hail Pulsar...jai ho jai ho...aisey sabhi ghomakkadoon ki jai ho...!!!!!

From Chitkul, we again moved back to Sangla, and decided to stay at Recong Peo that evening. While coming back from Chitkul and before Sangla, we crossed a village where a buffalo became paranoid and started to run haywire. I was just wondering that the exhaust note from over Zma and 200 made her behave in that manner, wonder what would have happened if Desi on his Bullet or Anurag on his Intruder would have come face to face with the Baffalo. Anyways, some more kilometers of ride on the road and we were passing through a small village, there were few local babes sitting on a rock adjacent to the rode who signaled us to stop.
God…..is this my Lucky Day…??? Am I going to be treated as a biker like in some English Flick…… Do I have the Condoms in my Tank bag????
All these weird thoughts crept out in my mind in a nanosecond. I asked them…Haan Ji…Bolo!!!!
“kuch nahi”, pat came the answer, and I was shattered, torn to my core…. WHY ME??? Aisaa merey hee saath kyu hota hai….

I called all sort of abuses for that local lass in my heart, but did not dare to utter a single word from my mouth, though I felt like pouncing on that babe to teach her a lesson, but then am such a Champu…I cursed my luck and continue to ride to our Night Halt which was Recong Peo!

Well, actually we made a plan just ONCE, which didnt work out .

Weekdays, can't meet for long and most of the weekends I am out riding.

Incidently Kalka is just 15 kms

Time for some introspection! And Time to let go of the child play i believe

This was a really funny one DCS i loved the way you rite it actually resembles the way you talk..

@dcs: I like the chronology of your description. First you see Aryan cross a stream with his legs apart (though I do not know how apart is apart but everything is relative I suppose) and that left you mesmerised it seems coz the next thing you see is a Dame! And then you come back to reality! I know there is Chitkul somewhere in the middle but that hardly figures in the narrative. And then you go further ahead and there are MORE dames!!! Wow, is this a biking trip. You always bring so much of luck in your biking trips. I wanna come with you. I mean I wanna go with you.

Oh, btw, always carry your condoms in your hip pocket. Not on the tank bag. They can melt!

Here is what he is talking about in his post.

one could generally use the crash guards in this kinda situations

Thanks for the suggestion. Just for the heck of it, I was crossing the streams that way. It was fun! 'Regular' is boring.

I am glad that you clarified. I was completely misled by the special narrative style of dcs! I imaged like you were wading across or something when he said knee deep.

I am also glad that I did all such stuff with the scooter. Not once did I get wet. I think you guys had your shoes and lower trousers perpetually wet towards the later part of your trip when you were crossing streams like that.

Wonderful pics and post Aryan and DCS. One there is reading the and the other is like feeling it, you made realise the whole ride and indeed it was a plasure meeting you guys.