When travelling is your passion, you are bound to see a lot in your life, meet a thousand through your journey. I realised a day back only that most of us love to write what we did on our trip, what places we visited, how was the road, the hotel, the people. The People! Do we actually write about the people we met, or the men or women we spend a good time with?
I did meet few people on rides, while flying or on train journey who left a deep impression on me. But, never actually took pain, if any, to jot down about them. Just them and there stories. So, in this post I will be talking about the People only, a few of the few meeting with whom I still cherish.
If you RIDE a Bullet, you ought to know him
There are many a people all over India and World, who love to ride. Few of them love to brag about there rides, most are just concerned about there rides. I belong to the earlier class, ride and blow your own trumpet! This person, about whom I’m writing this section, religiously define the later class: “mere ko ride se matlab, baki mero ko kyaa!” (I just care about ride, nothing else matters to me!)
I met this person for the first time in a club meet on Dec 2010. I wasn’t a member of the club then, but wanted to ride flaunting their colors. After rounds of pleading I was sent to this gentleman. “Beep beep, tere ko pata hai membership earn karna padta hai” (Marathi slangs, you know it’s earned). “Haan, par mujhe ride par pehen ne do, acha nhi kiya, to wapasi me utar lena” (Yes, but lemme wear it, if you don’t find me right take it off), few other marathi slangs, few eyes trying to steal a peek; and I was allowed to wear it. Not only I understand the importance of membership, but could also sense how tough but soft at heart this person is!
Why don’t I name him? Well, it’s just a name, and what’s in name? If you want to know him, buy a Bullet, and join the fraternity…you’ll meet him on highways, the high way!
Are you an Indian? Don’t look like…
Mechanics, oops Bullet Mechanics
|Guddu Bhai and Team|
These people are God! They know Bullet’s heartbeat and can talk to it! Again, this is not what I have just observed, but what I have been told by many a mechanics that are not as divine to examine an ailing Bull. Be it Guddu bhaiya of Jhumritalaiya who was so amazed to know that we reached him by riding/asking for him over 50km, or Shahid bhai of Khaanwaadi who refused to charge any penny as for him-he didn’t actually do, or Bhawani Auto wala who put his ear to the Tank and revealed the faulty air-suction. They are god, experts but humble too!
|Kewl banarasi Baba|
|A famous paan shop|
You meet a class of people, who are master in generating a space good enough to accommodate there any-size butt on a bench for 4 filled with 6 guys! Memorable are the moments when you are sitting (trying to take a nap) on your suitcase with the other guy’s kid sleeping on your lap and you’re confused to disturb her or not! Amazingly relieving are the moments when the guy who slept good 6-hours on upper berth alone, wakes up, looks at you and offers his regime to let you retire for few hours and you repeat it with other needy!
|Om Bana aka Bullet baba|
These are the not the least, but certainly the Best people I met while travelling. These people belong to the species whose frequencies generally match with me, or if not we somehow manage to produce a beat that would later resonate our hearts! Be it the first group excursion I had, or the SSB interviews I have been to, or the geological field trips, the rides or trip to Goa or...the list is long…what I earned in addition to memories and experiences are Friends! Even the passion of writing Travelogs earned me few great Blog mates. Won’t be going deep in describing these people, as they don’t need any! But, someday I surely would like to write a a blog, real long, to remember everyone of them…
Keep visiting to lemme introduce more people I met... and don't forget to share your own stories that built upon the people you met....