New Ride Happy New Year RIDE 30TH DEC 2007

Again a year has ended again dream had taked forms and again dream had started for new year............A ride to end new year happily....on 30th dec 2007 6 am sharp....to siddipet extended on time avaialibilty to karimnagar to touch godavri...river

Rider: Pawan Pramod Saurabh Mubeen Raghu Bhargav Sulabh Sameer + New guys.....welcome.....

Join us.........

First ever Inter-State Meet..(By Veeru a.k.a. Raghu bhai...)

well....have been planning to write this for past few days....The tour began early morning for us from hyd and as we were hardly 50kms away that the chill forced us for a pit stop....after some good chai....we were back....and the roads from Nalagonda were superb....with few potholes to be pardoned....we reached first at the meeting place and then finalised a place to stay....a ok kinda resort next next door to the beach....and the chennai gods along with the kerala monster(hehehee kiddin ninja) came along....and then the fun started.....we had a blast in the beach....and then freshened up and went to the town of chirala to get the Vitamin B(Beers) and liqour for others.....we had a bonfire right on the beach and we had a toast to the great meet(non-alocholic red grapes champan)....and then the beer poured in.....few pics....loads of topics discussed under the bright sky lit up with stars and half moon.....and then we hit he sack.....early morining i woke up to see pramod and sandy already covering the sunrise and had taken quite num of pics....joined them and soon ninja came in....and slowly the others poured in......at then followed the wonderful photo sessions.....racing across the beach....and then again loads of pics.......and then freshen up and then a issue of ninja losing his keys and we trying to control to his anger......and then drove to bapatla....good we didnt stay there...the whole place was damn crowded.....but the highlight being any place we went our BIKES were the kinda of talk of town.....by the time we returned it was 10pm....with beautiful memories and friends for life we had a real good sleep and the first inter state meet was a roaring success....

My Dream of Covering India

A Riders born in 2005 with an avenger bike and club which now has grown like any thing i started my journey towards endless biking...but as responsibility increases i missed some off finiest rides by our club...so planning now a trip to South India...which will definitely start from heart of south india hyderbad same old pardaise cafe...on 2nd Feb and will end there itself on 10th Feb...So i know my friends will be with me for same...

Road to Kanchipuram

By the time I am writing these lines, I know my self a little better, a little deeper and that’s what riding does to us, or at least to me. We whroom on the highway and the wind gushing through hits the spectacles and sneaks in to open our eyes wide, not to the outer world, but to the inner spectrum of spiritual self. I love the quality of exploration and improvisation in riding. That’s what makes me stick to it. That’s what makes me pursue it off-and-on. Riding does it to you, it makes you see your spiritual self, it provokes you to pursue what you actually want. More than anything else, it makes you free.

Leaving the loving ones, there at Hyderabad, was pathetic. Felt ridiculous and hapless. Tears roll down, in loneliness, unintentionally, when you smell something, on the nook of that galli corner, that reminds your best cook, mother, and when I read a novel like Kite runner, and remind myself the warmth of my father’s hairy chest. It’s been terrible, yes indeed. But, ultimately it was my decision, weighing so many things and shouting at myself saying “You are 26 now, not a child with the running nose and loose pants, be a man.” But, it has been, indeed pathetic. The only rescue it seemed to get on to my Avvy, and take the ride. Throttle it to open myself to the outer world. But it was ironical.

I wanted to start of with a holy one. Trying to trace the roots of my spiritual ancestry, and I felt Kanchipuram would be the right destination. The moment I thought of it, Saturday came flying in and Ninja also said “I am in.” This guy Ninja a.k.a. Nelvin Joseph, spirited, live to ride – ride to live persona, met and opened me to what it calls the true love. Yes, we should see his avvy, his alter ego. And ask ourselves how much are we true in what we call our hobbies, our passions et al. The moment we thought of hitting the road, things started distant. My avvy break-rod gets damaged, lock stucks and owner locks the room and goes to a sudden party. We laughed all them off and hobbled on the Bangalore highway. The only thing that was riding our minds was to kick-off the road asap.

Kanchipuram is around 78 Km from Chennai. We started at 3-30 and by 4-30 we were at SriPerumbudur, birthplace of Ramanuja. We had a sneak peak to our forefathers and got the glimplse of Rajivgandhi Memorial, where our beloved PM was assassinated. We sighed in our hearts and in spiritual enlightenment, spurted to the temple town.

It was indeed a temple town. Then there is an amazing person called Gnanaparakasham. A street electrician, a rotten dimond. We were entering into the town, and we listened to the traditional drums playing . We turned our heads and to our amazement, we could see none but a motor running and hitting the drums in the rythemical tone. Not only the drums, it was ringing bells, in fine tune. We checked the engineering and felt the need to support the guys who are restricted to the dark alleys of their poor life, still jubilant of their knowledge.

We reached the hotel at around 8-30. We unpacked ourselves and had a tête-à-tête about ourselves. We both never met prior to the ride, we seldom know each other, we planned the ride together even not knowing how each of us look. Just for the ride, and just for the company. He is a christian, and me a hindu, but we were spiritual, but our religion was riding.

Sunday morning, I visited Lord shiva and was amused by the archtechural beauty of the temples. It stands as long as Shiva. Then Kanchi kamakoti pheetam, varadaraja temple, all within a hand's reach. While me having a look at the temples, Ninja enjoyed the movies. The roads were good, but the dust sucks. My new Rayban spects turned to brown from the black. Still, it was comfortable to race my avvy at a speed of 90-100.

Straight from the ride, we went to Basant nagar for our First Official South India Avenger Riders' Meet. Yes, Nelvin, form Kochin, Harry (the stupidd Me) from Hyderabad, Sandy, Arun, Arooran, Charan from Chennaim and Rahul from Bangaloru, it was stupendous. We had a good laugh at our"selves" and rushed back to our places.

Sunday morning...

It seems even Kurt Cobain knows how we feel on Sunday morning... when all of us meet and plan for the future. See the lyrics from the song "Lithium" by Nirvana.

"Im so happy cause today
Ive found my friends ...
Theyre in my head
Im so ugly, but thats okay, cause so are you ...
Weve broken our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ...
And Im not scared
Light my candles, in a daze

cause Ive found god

Im so lonely but thats okay, I shaved my head ...
And Im not sad
And just maybe Im to blame for all Ive heard ...
But Im not sure
Im so excited, I cant wait to meet you there ..."

- Harry

Trip to Bidar

"I was atheist until I realized I was GOD."

I also had dreams. Dreams of flying in the sky, flocking with the same feathered birds, feeling the beauty of the Mother Nature with thousand eyes, and leading life with these sweet memories.

It took almost a year to buy my dream bike. My father’s proper payment of our house loan gained in the defrayal of Rs. 30,000 and straight away he gave it to me to possess my avvy. The rest of the money was on loan. That was it. I had my companion for the exploration of my dreams. And then the miracle called “Avenger Hyderabad Club.”

I never thought that dreams really come true. Right from MTV “Rodies” , I always wanted to hit the road, burn the rubber and live the life, as the life is nothing but a journey, a journey without any destination as such, a journey as exciting as possible. Vishwanathan Anand once rightly said “when we don’t know the destination, it’s going to be an exciting journey”. It was and has been indeed.

I met the Avenger Hyderabad Club almost a year later it was started. I wondered in what world I lived so many days. I was astonished to see something which I earnestly wanted is already up and running. The club already finished two rides and formed their own registers. The club has been meeting every first Sunday at Eat Street and on every last Sunday, a ride. That was in the month of April we planned for my life’s first ride to Bidar.

7^th April, 6 am we were to meet at Paradise Circle, Secunderabad. I was all prepared by 4^th. Mamma, the best in the whole world, prepared her customized collations for all of us, packed it for our journey. They were the sweetest of all the snacks rendered with so much love. Everyone waved their hands passing wishes to me. And, I whroomed to the Paradise to meet the creed. At the culmination, we were ten riders with eight avengers and it was a family reunion.

As we started at Paradise, we took the NH9 towards Kukatpally. Through miyapur, patancheru, we headed towards Bidar. Pawan briefed me about the signals to follow during the ride, one finger up for single line formation, two, three and four for respective file formations. The operation of the lights and their meaning, all for a safe and happy journey, and to keep the group to a single unit.

We headed towards Bidar, in competition with the hot son of april, and with our ever-getting-repaired-roads, leaving the people into amazement and laughing our way into the woods. We stopped here and there and had a chai . Slowly the fun started getting on to the nerve.

It was afternoon we reached Bidar. We took the shelter in the Gurudwara and had a rothi or two after seeking the blessings of wahe-guruji. That was all rang de basanthi being in Gurudwara.

We unpacked ourselves and had a peep into the heritage of the city until it took to evening. Words often fail to speak the effervescence that we felt during the visit of the historical Bidar, its forts, nature and crowd. After a brief visit to the fort and the museum, some of the friends headed back to Hyderabad, to attend their duties.

At the dusk, we had an escapade to under ground Narasimha swami visit, with a half-a-kilometer walk inside the hallow space filled with neck deep water. This sudden experience gave us the impetus to explore more, which was surely an unforgettable one.

Taking the untrodden path has been our motto. And that’s what made our trip the best ever. The next day we took the other way just to explore, just for the sheer enjoyment of it, and for the great fervor. The other road which we took ran through the lap of the greenery and through the loosely nit villages. The icing on the cake was getting onto a small hillock and shrieking in bliss as if we were on the top of the world.

Every moment of it was worth remembering, worth possessing, and worth living. We returned Hyderabad on 8^th afternoon and the memories are still alive. Everytime I think of it, everytime I relish the moments, one of these lyrics come to my mind … these of Metallica ..singing our song..

“Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters”

-Metallica - Nothing Else Matters