Sweet Somethingz

Hello Mr.Varun. Can you please tell us introduce yourself to us?

      How did your passion for biking begin?

  My passion for biking had always been inside me as I used to follow 

motocross and motogp from my school days. 

  Which according to you is the best bike?

In India, Yamaha has always been my favorite. Yamaha RX and YBX to be precise. 

There are other bikes I like as well like Suzuki Fiero ,

my liking for bikes goes on how well you can they perform off road than on road with little mods.

 What have you learnt from them?

Rallying has given me a lot of lessons in life. 

It brings the best out of you mentally and physically, the situations and conditions make you tough. 

     Do you think Bike Racing is Dangerous or Fun? Why So?

Bike racing is dangerous if you are not trained, 

if you have not practiced and if you are not wearing the safety gears. 

   

If you could have any bike in this world which would you want?

I would like Valentino Rossi’s bike from Team Yamaha.

If you could race with anyone whom would you choose?

I would like to race 4 of my idols Valentino Rossi (MotoGP), Michael Schumacher (F1), 

Sebastian Lobe (WRC) and Travis Pastrana (MotoX).

 What is Biking to you?

Biking is passion, fun and life.

    Your words for New bikers out there?

Have fun, play safe & follow rules.

The way he has answered every questions, itself shows his passion and love for riding. He surely seems as an inspiration to me. If I ever do ride, I will make sure to follow his words.

My love for bikes started at a very early age. As all my brothers are 9-10 years older than me, some of them got their bikes before I even entered Middle school. I still remember the first time I sat on a bike. I was 11. I was waiting for my mom to come pick me up from school and instead my cousin comes over with his new bike. I just stood there and stared at it for few moments. I was dumbstruck. I had never seen such a beauty in my life. At once I climbed behind and shouted, its time to RIDE.

That was the day I fell in love with bikes. I had always heard that bikes was GUYS STUFF and girls don't usually ride it, but my brothers were very keen on making me learn. Maybe because they were the one whom I spent a lot of time with. They have brought me up in such a way that I am not a typical girl, and hate all girly stuff. Well, they did a really good job. The thing was, one after other all my brothers got a bike, and everytime they came over(which was every weekend), I used to make sure I got a ride on their bikes.

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I just loved to go Rounds on the bikes. The thrill it gave me can never be explained, and there is nothing in this world, which can give me a thrill as much as Riding gave me. I remember one incident, when I was coming back from school on my cousin's bike. As soon as we came to our road, he took his hands off the accelerator(the road slopes downwards) and he made sure his hands were not near the bike. He turned around trying to see a startled expression on my face(I don't scream, its girly), but instead he saw a big grin. He thought I would be terrified but I was actually enjoying it.

From that day, my cousin always made sure that I was the only person sitting behind him when he does such stunts. Its not only because I love it, but because he knew that I wouldn't mind taking a little risk for the happiness I would get. This encouraged all my cousins to try stunts with me in the back. I used to have the best time of life then. The best thing about this whole act was, they not only enjoyed doing Stunts they also learned to be safe and cautious while doing it because I was there. In this way, they made sure that their stunts were super safe for Me as well as them.

I will never forget that one day, when my cousin took me on a long drive on his bike. Our whole family had to attend some function which was at the other end of our city, and instead of joining them in the car, I decided to ride with my cousin. As it was a long ride, and we had some empty roads, I lifted my hand, as I stood up and balanced myself. I felt happy, I felt like I was flying. More than everything I felt Free. Its that particular moment that I have treasured till now, and will treasure forever. I have got all the freedom in the world and my parents don't force me for anything, but that one moment, on the bike was much more than anything else.

Today, I had visited Amoeba. I am a big fan of video games and all, so the first thing I saw when I entered was the Car race and the Bike race. As I had always been in love with bikes, I chose it and for the first time in my life, I rode a bike. Well, not a real one, but it still felt awesome. After I finished riding, the people who work there, turned to my brother and said, "Please make sure she doesn't get a bike. She'll probably make the Streets her home". They probably have no idea how happy that comment made me. Even thought the whole riding was Virtual, the bike was real, and I had to move it and bend it and ofcourse give acceleration, what more was it had nitro also. It was first time I ever drove a bike.

When I was returning home today on my bro's bike, I told him, "Hey! I know I gave up on driving seeing the Bangalore traffic but can you please start teaching me again?" He smiled at me. I knew that it meant "YES". After we reached home, and I got off the bike, he told me, "You are crazy you know. I saw your eyes light up when you rode that bike today. I always feel happy when I ride, but your eyes said something different. What do you feel when you ride?"

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This post is written for the contest The Power 1 Biker Code Of India which is powered by Castrol Power 1. I also want to thank IndiBlogger for giving us a platform to showcase our talent and helping us learn and grow by getting such awesome contests.

Our small family :D ;). 10-12 people missing though :(. Photo By: Princess Poo.

Ours is a really small family. My Grandparents had 4-5 cousins each and every one of them had 4-5 kids each.. So all in all our parents generation had about some 30 people whereas over generation consists of only 20.. Being in such a big family, we were always used to growing up together. Every holiday we used to rush over to Someone's house and all of us used to have loads of fun.

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Next game was GLASS ON HEAD. We had to keep a Glass on our head, balance it as we walk forth and back from a wall. The first 2 persons to balance it and reach the point would win. My glass decided to break-up with me in the beginning itself and hence it jumped from my head and committed suicide... We were all giggling like crazy while doing this. The funniest thing was that our parents were made to do the same. And when they did, we put songs and made them sway, so that their glasses can fall off.. It was a Hilarious Game.

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Last but not the least, we played Kabaddi. We divided our teams Equally and started playing. Our team had a little less strength and we got out easily. Only 2 people were remaining in our side after 4 rounds. My mom decided to do something and ran across to the other court saying Kabaddi Kabaddi and touched 3 players and came back to our court. We shouted "HURRAY!". 3 of our team members could now be back on court while the 3 from their team had to be benched. This continued for a long time and finally only 2 players were remaining that side. I decided to take strike, I went slowly over to their court saying Kabaddi Kabaddi and touched them both, but they grabbed me, I was about to lose my breath. If I stop saying KABADDI our team will lose 2 points. So I managed to whisper Kabaddi Kabaddi and finally dragged them along with me to our court. And WE WON... As our team members jumped, shouted, screamed, Hi-Fived, Cried, and Danced in joy, the other team members were showing their tongues to us...

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My heart broke

when you left, now it 

is under Renovation.

The broken items

are easy to renovate, not

the broken heart.

Through their happy

eyes and beautiful smile, I 

found myself alive.

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When the moon 

left and sun came out 

Nature bloomed Alive.

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When she held 

her hand, and smiled, she

felt herself Alive.

Written for Haiku Heights

Just recently, one of my blogger friends, Ajay Kontham™ who blogs at The Shaded Shadows™ reached a milestone of writing 200th post :). Awesome right? ;). And to make this moment even more awesome, he created a new award called the Awesome Blogger Award.

Its my honor to say that I'm one of the 15 persons who got this award. Wow na? :) I'm on cloud 10 ;) :D. It was such a happy moment for me. I mean just look at the title, AWESOME BLOGGER. Aww :">. Thanks a lot Ajay for giving me this award and actually for thinking that I actually deserve it ;) :D.

Just like every other award, this award too comes with some extra Spices :D

1. I can't thank Ajay enough for giving me this award :) :D. Especially receiving it from such as awesome writer is a total honor. His writings are extremely good and his photography is just splendid :D. Just to say this guy follows my blog, makes me GRIN from ear to ear, but to make me even more happy he gave me an award :D. So sweet of him right? ;) :D. Thanks a lot Ajay :D. Support from you guys keep me going :D :). Thanks a lot :D :).

2. Seven Things About Myself...

Gosh! How many times have I told "7 things about myself". I don't think there is anything left :P :D :P.

Anyways :D :D its something I have to Compulsorily do :P :D. So here I go and blabber again ;) :D. Bear with me for some more time please ;) :D :P. 

• I started to write when I was 7 or 8. I used to write about things around me and the events taking place. More or less like a diary. But then stopped it because I thought it was too stupid.

• The first poem I ever wrote was to Kamal Bhai. It was around 3 years ago and I still have it with me. I read it whenever I miss him, and makes me smile.

• Before I started blogging, I used to write everything in Sheets which I would tear out from my notebook. After writing I used to hide it in my bag and made sure that no one would see. Until one day, my parents saw them all :P. At first I was embarrassed but then they said that I wrote well and from them on I was more happy to write. I lost most of those sheets but I have some of them copied down in my notebook. Most of the stuff I post in my blog, would have already been written down in my book.

• Music is the One of the Two things that never fails to soothe me. Whenever I'm sad I just put music and few minutes later, I would be calm and relaxed. The other thing that can soothe me is Ice Cream :D.

• I hate chocolates :|. But I love to have them in our refrigerator :P. Whenever I go out, I bring choco's and stack them in our fridge but I usually never eat it. My brother or whoever finds it will eat them :D :). Once in a blue moon I actually eat them. But everyday I check the fridge to check if there is choco in it. If its not there, then I start my drama.. THERE IS NO CHOCO. WHY IS THERE NO CHOCO? I NEED CHOCO. I WANT CHOCO :| :P. This goes on until my mom can't take it anymore and asks me to shut up :| :P.

• People on net find me extremely friendly, but once they talk to me or meet me they say that I'm the quietest person they ever met :| :P. On net I keep on blabbering, but if someone comes in front of me, I become like a little mouse who is afraid to come out as the cat would eat it :| :P.

• This is the 7th  point :D. Yay me :D ;) :P :D. I get excited for everything :D. 

This is the toughest part of this award. I can pass this on to only 15 bloggers and this has put me into a big trance. There are so many awesome bloggers out there, how can I choose only 15? This is too tough :(. But yet, I have to do it :). 

Below are the 15 Bloggers that I think should deserve the AWESOME BLOGGER award :). If I haven't mentioned your blog name them please don't feel sad because everyone of you is awesome :D. If I had a chance to award each one of you, I would really love to that :) :D.

In no particular order, here are the 15 blogs that deserves this award the most:-

Dee - Whatever It Takes

Ani - Story In Pieces

Sangeeta - Sangry Words

Kajal - Purple Chronicle

Amit - Safarnaamaa

Leo Paw - Bigbitz

The Fool - Lucifer House Inc.

PL - My Musings

Alka - Random

Leo - I Rhyme Without Reason

Anukriti - My Memoirs Of Mesmerizing Memories

Sarabjeet - Cynosure Is Mused

Keertana - WotSinanAme??

Arti - My Yatra Diary

Serendipity - Little Moments Of Bliss

Wow. That was one of the toughest jobs ever. But to be truthful these 15 blogs totally deserve it. Every morning, I open my Reading List to check if they have posted any new post. If they have then its my lucky day :D :). I just love reading each and every post of them :D :) And trust me they are just splendid :D.

Phew! Only one tasks remain ;) :D. Now, while I go and tell them all about how AWESOME they are why don't you all go check out their blogs? ;) :D. Totally worth your time :D Trust me :) <3.

Once Again, Thanks a lot Ajay :D :). 

I had just finished my 11th and was enjoying my summer holidays. It was one of those days, where I woke up late(Just like always). I guess my mom was waiting for me to wake up, cause as soon as I did, she had a bad news ready for me. "Pooji, today there is a marriage in so-and-so place. We are all going, and you are coming with us". At once I started to protest. I hate attending functions, moreover, I love my home, and I prefer to stay here, than go and attend some stranger's marriage. But for once, my mom wouldn't hear of it, and told me that I had half an hour to get ready.

Half an hour later, my uncle was here with his car, and at once I ran to book the window seat. Atleast the journey has to be fun. The marriage was toward the other end of the town and I was told that it would take minimum of 2hours to get over there. 2Hours! Can you believe that? What an awesome way to waste time. I could have been reading Harry Potter.

After 15 minutes we came to a signal, and our car stopped. Along with it, my thoughts of, 'How I could have spent this day' also stopped, cause I had just seen a really poor family. They had made the Street their home and were living off of scrapes of food from the nearby trash bins. I was shocked seeing that much poverty. I had heard about people living in such conditions, but to witness it was really heart-breaking. Soon, the signal turned green and the journey started once again. As I launched into my semi-thinking mood, wondering about their life, I fell asleep.

Next thing I know, I'm on the streets with the family I had just seen. I'm wearing torn dress and I have 5 other people surrounding me. A Man, probably my father. Oh! Wait, What?. A woman, that man's wife obviously. And 3 kids all younger than me. One of them seemed not older than 2 years. The little one was crying on top of his voice. He was hungry, I guess. But not one of them seemed to notice that he existed. The other 2 kids were busy crying over a piece of bun. The man and his wife were busy shooing off dogs, who had come to eat.

They were fighting with dogs over food that was leftover by some people. I couldn't believe my eyes. Parents were at war with dogs and they didn't even give a second glace to their kids. Two of the kids were fighting over a piece of bun, which wouldn't satisfy either of their hunger. I turned to look at the little one, and saw that it had just put a piece of Glass into its mouth. I shouted and tried to run to it, but neither could I move, nor the voice came out of my mouth. I just sat there, not able to move, watching a child die due to extreme conditions. No one cared that the child was dead, not even its own mother. She didn't even drop a tear, rather she was happy that she had one less tummy to fill. I wanted to grab her, and shake her until she got some sense. But, Thankfully, at that moment, due to my Everest high anger and the loud horn of a truck, the horror came to an end, and I woke up.

I took deep breaths, in order to regain my calmness. I noticed that my cheek was wet and realized that I had cried. I didn't know what else to do. The dream had scared me out my wits. I was spellbound. I didn't want to think about it. Atleast at that moment. So I turned around and kept my head on my mom's shoulder and started watching the road once again. Once again, we got stuck in the traffic, and this time I saw a pretty little girl with her dad. I smiled, but 2 seconds later it faded. That pretty girl, was wearing one of the most beautiful dress and looked like an angel. She had toys in her hand, and her father had got her a packet full of chocolates and what-not. But this girl didn't think it was enough. She was pestering her dad to get her a Bicycle. Her dad said, "Sweetie pie, my angel you already have 2 bicycles, why do you need another one?", But she didn't listen. She continued to wail, as I drifted into another dream. But this wasn't like the last one. This one was DIFFERENT.

I wasn't in the middle of a street, but infact I was on a throne. I looked around, it was a pretty room. It was filled with everything one can find in a kids mall and looked like a princess's room. I turned around, and voila, PRINCESS POOH it said on the back of my THRONE. So, was I a princess? I got down, and walked towards the door. Suddenly 2 people came running out of nowhere, "Madam, sit down. Where are you going? Do you need something? Tell us. We will get it for you." I stared at them for a long time. 'What are the saying? Me? Madam? Oh my god. I think they have mistaken me for someone else'. "Look, I don't know what you are talking about. You have mistaken me for someone else, I am going to my mom now", I said. "Umm. Madam! Your mom. She.. She left with your dad to Austria today morning. They won't be back for a month", came the reply.

Tears formed in my eyes. My mom went where? Without me? For a month? That doesn't seem like her. And she didn't even tell me. I started to cry. 

"Madam, What happened? We are so sorry if we did anything wrong. Tell us what to do madam, we'll do anything", said someone.

"Can you get me Ice Creams?", I asked. Its the only thing that can make me forget other things for a while.

2 minutes later, I had Ice Creams of every flavor in front of me. Once again, I was shocked. 'WHAT IS HAPPENING?' I wasted to ask, but right then, I wanted to eat. So I just shut up my thoughts and feasted on Ice Creams.

Once I ate them all up, I turned to them and asked the questions I was waiting to ask. They told me everything. I was the ONLY daughter of an IT COMPANY OWNER. My parents came home only once in 6 months and that I was always left at the care of servants. It seems, that I was extremely stubborn and always got Everything before I even asked for it. Too much pampered Without Love. 

Hearing it hurt me. My mom has abandoned me? But I love her. And she loves me. Moreover, I'm not the single child, I have a brother.A wonderful elder brother. What happened to him? The pain was too much, I started to cry once again. This time, the woman who had brought me Ice Creams, showed me concern and gave me a Tight Hug as I closed my eyes. I smiled a bit, atleast someone liked me enough to give me a hug. I opened my eyes, and found my mom hugging me tight and wiping my tears. God! I was crying again! I lifted my head from her shoulders and escaped out of the car, before she could ask me what had happened.

That day, at the marriage, I sat way away from my family and thought about my dreams. All I could think was how best my life was. I had a roof over my head, healthy food to fill my hunger, My mom's love to keep me happy, My dad's friendship to keep me strong and my brother's support to lead my life. I realized how much I had in my life. I remember all those times, I had created a big scene in my house, cause my parents didn't get me a toy or because I didn't get to eat Ice creams, Now I laughed at it. I was really stupid. I have got more than my share in life. I have the perfect life to be precise. There are lakhs and crores of people who would die to take my place. When I understood this, I realized how precious my life was. That day, my whole life changed. My perspective of the world and life changed. I have been gifted with an extraordinary life, and I decided to make a good use out of it. 

After all, that day had not gone to waste.

This post is written for Mahindra Xuv Contest on IndiBlogger

This post if written for the contest Stayfree-Time To Change on IndiBlogger