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2014: The Year it was

Julley!

 Second word that best describes me is procrastinator. You don’t need to ask me why, check the last date I posted something or in fact the fact that I am posting The Year it was on the fourth day of New Year tells it well. And, now when you ask what’s the first word, I promise I will write on it someday soon (God promise it is :p)

This year had really something I wish to have every year – lots and lots of travelling. It all started with solo Kutch ride and ended with a drive to Murudeshwar, I changed job – travelling played a big role in that too, I met someone and realized that there still can be a life (met momentarily, realized - well, perhaps on real terms), I almost touched all the corners of the country – chronologically Kutch in West, Leh (finally) in North, Imphal (yippy) in East and Murudeshwar in South.

Only thing that I regret about the year was less of riding, though travelling did compensate it to a good extent. Also, that I couldn’t write, not that I didn’t want to but I actually couldn’t for no reasons as such.

And when a picture has a capability to tell a thousand words, a lazy bum like me of course resorts to pictures:

That's how the 2013 ended and I started a 2014...on a solo Kutch ride
Finally Leh'd...no further comments!
Four new wheels joined my little world...what a better way to Celebrate- we rode to Banaras...
Just one day for me in London
Yippy! NE! Finally I could go further East of Kolkata....Assam, Nagaland and Manipur :)

Scuba was the driver...but we finally drove and ended the year 2014 at Murudeshwar
I couldn't ride much...but sometime just One day with your Bullet mates is like everything in World...
So, I touched all the corners and did more than I can write (another excuse for my inability to write ;) Any resolutions for the year - No way! Travel, be Happy and Learn to have a Life (half is learnt, rest is to be built). Amen!

Julley!
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