krish – 起死回生 [Wake up from death & return to life.]

November 5, 2014

Giving up Everything to move forward in Life!

Would you call me crazy if I said I don’t need a house, don’t need the TV, the car, the sofa, the dining table, the Fridge, utensils, cooler, suits, and a ton of stuff that we all keep inside 4 walls and rate our success in life with how much more we can stuff within those walls?

Would you call me mad, a lunatic, if I said life can be lived on a single backpack?

It’s 3:00 am, I’m awake despite being sick and short of breath due to Asthma.
Meditated for a bit, feels better now.

Dark room, silent surroundings with everyone asleep, good for thought process.
Two months, I’ve backpacked Malaysia and Singapore for 2 reasons.

  1. To find investors for my start-up and
  2. To assess if I can survive with one backpack.
A backpack with life's essentials is all I seem to need.

A backpack with life’s essentials is all I seem to need. Pudu Raya Bus Terminal, Malaysia .. waiting for bus to Singapore.

As I reflect on my thoughts and feelings I went through while backpacking,  I do not seem to need my urban luxuries of life to make anything better of it.

My car, the TV, and the seemingly un-ending list of items stuffed in the apartment, I can survive without it.
With the goals I have set for my life, none of this matters.

All I need is a laptop, and few clothes.
Should an Indie game developer need more than that?

Working on my upcoming game while backpacking. One laptop, a drawing tablet and access to Internet - thanks to a host who gave me shelter.

Working on my upcoming game. One laptop, a drawing tablet and access to Internet – thanks to a host who gave me shelter.

I always knew my life isn’t going to be about settling down at a place.
I’ll never fit in a society, a structure or an organisation, or the very nature of people to own more materialistic things of life to climb that social ladder, the society with it’s rules that I can’t find a logic too.
Quit my job 4 years ago to do what I love.
Toured quite a few places in India on my motorbike, but something is still holding me back.

Yes! the Possessions I have. Possession of things in life that needs you to stuff them inside 4 walls and call it home, are holding me back.
I need to let go to experience new things this world has to offer.
I need to make more friends, I need to meet more good people with positive vibes around the globe, see the world and immerse myself in the nature/beauty/history/stories that Earth has to offer.

This is it. I have to do this.
There is no reason to wait any longer.

I need to travel without boundaries,
I NEED to be FREE!

So, here’s a list of stuff that I’m giving up from my current life. (Click to go to the link)
A lot of “Free GiveAways to Friends” yay!, and a few things on sale. 🙂
If you’d like to see videos of my travels, you can subscribe to me on Youtube – click here.

Pantai Tengah beach, Langkawi, Malaysia. Nice place to sit and think of game ideas.

Pantai Tengah beach, Langkawi, Malaysia.
Nice place to sit and think of game ideas.

October 15, 2014

How I became the World first person to fly in an Airplane STANDING!

Backpacking 2 months between Malaysia and Singapore, I finally reach KLIA2 airport in Kuala Lumpur to take a flight back to India.
Next destination is Chennai, flight is AK011, on 11 Oct 2014.

I am at the airport 8 hrs before flight schedule.
Spent some time working on my laptop, looking for charging points, tasting some food and well, standing in a short queue for long long time.







“Finally, the time has come for check-in and I can happily get some well deserved sleep in the flight”, I thought to myself.

The queue is not long, but seems like moving slow, just too slow.

Oh wait! what’s happening.. where are you guys .. oh my! Did you just cut queue!!!  (A young Indian origin Malaysian man cuts the line with 4 female members of his family)

1.5 hours later still in queue, as I alternate my stare between the yellow line “Don’t cross”, and the family that is still in front of me at the counter.

Why does it take so long to process 5 people I think.

Few more minutes and I check-in, got 10F assigned and I move away (takes less than 3 minutes for my check-in. There is a system problem.. airlines check-in crew is writing things up by hand)




Boarding time!
Walking in, eyes glued to the seat numbers … Aha! 10F, I open the cabin baggage compartment .. It’s already full!
But wait!, there is space just enough for my thin laptop bag to slide in.  Cool.

Lock the compartment, look down “Wait a minute! was this man here sitting in my seat already?”
His face seems so similar like I’ve seen him before.


HELLO! I sit in your seat and act like nothing happened. PROBLEM?

Before I open my mouth to ask him, 2-3 people from the row 9 start demanding the steward beside me “He (the person in my seat) HAS to sit here”
The steward shows me 11F, I obliged.
A little not impressed that the steward didn’t ask me if I wanted to give my assigned seat to the person who somehow has already claimed it.
Neither did the person want to ask me, or even look at me (people generally atleast take a glance at the person whose seat they might have taken).
Somehow he lets people in row 9 do the talking for him.

I wonder where have I seen this face. And why are people popping out of their seats to take a look at him.
I can understand bits and pieces of Tamil and seems like people want to take selfies with him. But no one went on to take one.


What do you mean I have to look at you? I took your seat and have 5 people talking on my behalf. HAHA what can you do huh?


Now at 11F, a person’s face gets too close and I go like “What the”
Oh he’s trying to look out of the window. Both he and his friend 11 D,E

Their constant inquisitiveness to what’s outside aircraft tells me they are probably new to flying or new to Malaysia’s airport.

I offer them my seat and let them have fun. I feel happy that they were happy too.


3 hour long Check In seat Assigning is Just for Fun at AirAsia. We prefer Actors and people to bully us to fly with us anyway. Or is the 10F the new Toilet standing seat?

I am now at 11D, trying to settle in but life has other plans.

“I want this seat”, shouts a woman over my head. I turn back in surprise to what’s happening!
She is talking to the steward. She wants the seat where I’m sitting now.

“And I want my father to sit with me”, she says (She wants 11D and 11E, but the row is already occupied)
The steward asks me to get up and move to another seat he shows me, 12E.

Strange, and yet again you don’t ask if a person wants to change.
I feel a bit irked, but I let go because I hear the adamant lady again “I am pregnant and I want this seat and I want my father to sit with me.”

She is still not talking to me, or talking to me indirectly but facing the steward. Strange people.


Not the same, but my face looked similar at many moments during this flight.

As I get up, I notice no baby bump (so well, probably early stage of pregnancy), but anyway the lady is pregnant so I oblige again.

Oh boy, there is no space to move around and get to 12E. Why am I surrounded by 4 people looking at this lady with their bags in hand.
They are looking at this lady and then at the cabin baggage compartment over 10 and 11 (DEF) row. Surely there is no space there.

I look around and I see empty space in cabin baggage 2 rows ahead and suggest them to park their luggage there.
To which, I get a cold shoulder glance and denial of existence. I figure out they were family of this lady and well, forget being thankful for giving up the seat, they probably also want me to remove my luggage and create space for them or something.

Even if I did remove my thin laptop bag, there isn’t space for the bigger bag they were holding on to.
Alright, let’s move to 12E.

“Hi Uncle, can I get in”
I get stared through the glasses of a mid-aged semi-obese (not fun, just describing… I’m bit fat myself) man, who had his right palm glued on the empty 12E seat, didn’t move an inch of his leg to let me in and kept staring.
The very body language that says he’s not happy to see the empty seat beside him fill up.

I later took a picture of him, as you see below. His foot planted onto the empty seat for some comfy sleeping time, his hand takes rest on his thigh. Next time you’re flying AirAsia AK011, you know that 12E seat was foot planted by this uncle 🙂


Alright, now that I didn’t let the dude in … lets have fun with extra space. A Leg over it and a nice nap outta do it.

So I stand and see if the steward can help. But dude is busy trying to accommodate the pregnant lady and her demands.
I watch helplessly as I see him getting bullied around by the passengers for seats.

This seems so much like an Indian state travel Bus!
I get a small smirk smile on my face as the image of what’s happening overlaps with an image of Crowded bus in India where people are standing, REQUESTING others for seat (oh yeah requesting, AT LEAST in Indian stage buses people talk to the people in the seat for a swap), and wondered to myself if soon there will be a state of life where you would travel airlines standing crowded like a local Bus/Train.


A Bus in India felt better than AirAsia for the conductor never forces you to keep hopping seats.

Smirk on my face wipes away as I hear “I was all these 6 seats, I want my family to sit with me” from the pregnant lady again!
She now wants 11 (DEF) and (12(DEF) or 10(DEF)), and I take an imaginary facepalm to myself.

I lose a bit of patience and I try to move into 12E while the steward is still busy attending your highness “man with familiar face” and “early pregnancy stage lady”.
As I almost decide that I will settle down at 12E, I hear the steward “Sir you can sit here” (He’s wanting me to move to 11D again!!!!!).

Why?  Because the pregnant lady suddenly changes her mind that she will move 2 rows forward into row 7 with her whole family who was still there standing and staring at all of us (ie., any six passengers in and around where the lady demands her seat to be).

I lose my mind now.
But I don’t want to show anger. I haven’t been angry in the last 2 years. I want to stay calm.


It Helps 🙂

The only words I say are “Is this a bus or a plane”? To which the steward’s response is “Sir please you can go back to 12E)!!!

I close my eyes, grind my teeth a bit, say “enough is enough” to myself and decide to STAND.
Yes, it’s been 17+ hrs I’m awake. I was carrying an effing heavy backpack before boarding, not rolling suitcases/trolleys.
It’s time I rest, but I decide to stand.
It is my way of peaceful boycott, to the whole mess they made up at AirAsia today leaving very less difference between a scenario in a crowded bus in a 3rd world country to an Airline.

Between this whole process, the plane takes off almost 1+ hrs late

But standing right now is both going to cause discomfort to passengers who are fighting for seats and also I need to be seated during take off and landing.
I take 11D for few moments, let it take off, and then I boycott by standing at the rear end of the plane.


Bravo! AirAsia, Bravo! Here’s to your amazing professionalism. Cheers with a Coke at your toilet in your papercup.

I keep moving left and right to not hinder the crew taking out their trolley boxes in and out.
When that’s done, I still need to keep moving to not cause discomfort to people who are in-out of the lavatory.

Once the steward was done running around, I try to strike a conversation with him about the situation and he is LEAST interested.
Between my one line of sentence being obstructed 4 times, with his conversation with the stewardess and finally he turns to me and says “I gave you a biiiiig seat with leg room(with a hand gesture of biiiig), you didn’t take” and he doesn’t even bother to listen to my response.


Her father struck a happy conversation with me. They’ve been flying in a chain of flights for past 36 hrs. I feel they should have given the old man 12E seat atlest.

His logic was, as long as I gave you a seat, I could have you move any number of times as I want.

Someone please tell AirAsia that not everyone is in greed of big seats and leg room.
Some people care about the class you maintain in an airline. The amount of professionalism you carry and most importantly “self-respect”.


A passenger glances at me while I take pics from my standing place in airline travel. He had a cute kid who played peek-a-boo with me for some time 🙂

The other steward comes in to have a conversation with his mates, and takes a glance at me.
I tell him the reason I’m standing here and that I might write this up in my blog when I land. His response “No problem, you can do that”
(with a flat face of I dont care!)

WoWZa!  Slow claps for AirAsia.

I spent my time moving left to right (Oh! I already said this), overhearing conversations of the cabin crew (which included some random numbers and topics of ex-boyfriends of the stewardess in a language I didn’t understand[probably malay]), playing Peek-a-Boo with a small cute kid, feeling hungry and wondering if I should buy Uncle Chin’s chicken rice (but couldn’t stomach to eat in front of toilets) and being plugged into music; and of-course taking these pictures.


Let’s discuss fun stuff, ex-boyfriends and lots of whatever while we keep a passenger standing near the toilets.

Immediately as I land, I leave tweets to @AskAirAsia and @AirAsia and head off to their office at Chennai Airport.
@AirAsia handles the issue of passenger standing in airlines by asking me to fill up an e-form!

Slow claps again – ask a traveler to fill e-form where he may or may not have access to a decent speed internet as he lands at airport.

Also, Figured out the man sitting in 10F, the seat assigned to me, was an actor who appears in supporting roles of South Indian movies, named PonnamBalam.

“You are not a worthy passenger to AirAsia if you are not an actor like me”


I submit a hand written complaint, and get promised that I WILL receive a call about this the next day (Sunday) without fail.


I head off to Chennai Station for the next destination – Hyderabad.

I have no time visit my friends houses now, thanks to late landing and time spent at AirAsia’s office).
A complete 32 hrs later, I get my first dose of sleep in the train (which also ended up starting 2.5 hrs late).

Sunday, I’m in Hyderabad and there is no call, no email from AirAsia.
As monday too starts to pass by, I wonder if @AirAsia doesn’t even bother. I tweet to them, and their reply is


My dear travelers, backpackers, and everyone. Did you know Standing seats could be a reality in future of Airlines?

However, if you are eager to experience standing in an airplane travel even before that happens, you should try AirAsia!
Yay! I’m promoting them .. AirAsia, if you are seeing this you should send me a gift. (sarcasm, if you don’t get it AirAsia)

Tough luck that you cannot be the first, because they already helped me become ‘The first passenger in the World to stand in an Airline’. Yippie!

If you do try, please don’t forget to order a Coke and drink it while facing the lavatory.
The sugar and Caffeine in Coke helps you stay awake a bit, and helps soothe the numb sensation in your legs (esp if you have been awake like me for 21 ish hrs before landing)

I’m wondering if their slogan will soon change from “Now Everyone can Fly” to “Now Everyone can Fly Standing”

Tuesday goes by too, and now it is Wednesday and I haven’t heard from AirAsia yet.
Super Slow Claps and the reason why I ended up publishing this blog post.
Because AirAsia doesn’t give an eff about it’s passenger’s concerns.


August 23, 2013

The 3700kms Solo Biking Adventure – Full Log

My bike ‘Amitiel’ was close to being 1..
and my mom’s birthday was near too.

Infact, on same date.

Thought it would be a nice adventure to go visit my mom.
It had to be a surprise.. so she didn’t know I was coming. If she did then well… this log wouldn’t exist 😛
Only 1 problem – She lives 3 states across .. 1800+ kms.

Hmm… is that a challenge?
A very few people knew that I was going to do this. Some of them called me Crazy! May be I am 🙂

So here goes.. trip log of my ~3700 kms bike touring SOLO.
Mountains, Valleys, Worlds 2nd largest lagoon, 2 jungles, twisties, and what not….. husshhh.. lets not give away all details so soon 🙂

I’ll try to keep it small 🙂 .. I know I have the bad habit of writing huge paragraphs and paragraphs of lord knows what I write 🙂 
And I’ll write this in parts, for legibility and time constrains and to maintain flow of the journey.

So let’s start with the trip map…. or the one that was initially planned at-least 😀

Note, that the ‘places to visit’ is split between ‘onward’ and ‘return’ journey on same path.

Map Section 1 :

Map split part 1

Map split part 1

Map Section 2 :

Map split part 2

Map split part 2

Map Section 3:

Map split part 3

Map split part 3

Oh well, that was THE PLAN, but execution had something else in mind for me 🙂

I’d like to thank ‘ravi@17bhp’ and ‘jaijeet’ for the gifts (bungee cords).. they were immensely helpful.

One would think, that there would be trouble “during” the journey… but troubles started in a funny way for me even before it 🙂

1. Losing my balaclava: Maid had hung it on terrace after wash and someone thought it’s cool to just take it. Had to do a last moment run to get one more.

New M1 balaclava.

New M1 balaclava.

2. Packing Up: Oh darn darn darn… this thing is so tough.
Somehow managed to dump and push all my stuff learning from this guy. And the bag was pretty much tight by then.

Packing Up

Packing Up

So what seems to be the problem? The problem! is that after packing I remember that I have gifts for my mom and my cousin that I brought from Singapore.. there is no way I’m going without that!
To give you a perspective, that’s 3 ladies handbags (2 big sized and 1 medium) Yikes!

I did not give up.. with all the training from my home hung boxing bag.. I punched those bags inside my tail bag .. somehow. 😛

Phew! packed up.... Oh wait... gifts not packed yet :(

Phew! packed up…. Oh wait… gifts not packed yet 😦

And that’s it… I was ready to go 🙂
More write up coming soon… meanwhile I hope you enjoy this preview video 😀

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July 31, 2013

Preview – My ~3700 kms Solo biking across 3 States of India

Here’s a small video I managed to put together from my GoPro feeds 🙂 .. a preview of my solo biking adventure earlier this month…. more to come when I find time to render them 😀

For now, here it is 😉

Yes, people called me crazy.
People stopped me and there were crazy jungles through which I biked alone… there is no road there.. only dangerous terrain… quite some close call ‘would have been’ fatal accidents escaped, managed to almost drop the bike in waters of Bay of Bengal,  dipped feet in World’s second largest lagoon and not in a tourist spot.. but one that hasnt been trekked by more than a handful people on Earth… all this and MORE coming in next video sets 🙂

July 16, 2013

~1300 kms bike ride, Solo. Hyderabad – Bangalore – Hyderabad

Kindly note: This trip was in first week of May 2013.. finally found time now to log it 🙂

Best buddy Walter had come to India for the first time and he decided to land in Bangalore instead of Hyd. Duh, work 🙂
Chances of him coming to Hyd after that were doubtful; although he wanted to come.. but work could want him to fly back sooner due to his busy schedules.

So, I told him that I’d come to see him in Bangalore. He booked a really nice villa suite and we were gonna have some geek time together 🙂
However, I didn’t tell him that I’m gonna drive my bike there all the way from Hyderabad 🙂
But he figured… apparently he knows me quite better than a lot of people who claimed to be ‘close to me’ 😀

HydBangalore SOLO trip - HeartBrokenBiker

SOLO trip – HeartBrokenBiker

The plan was to start at 1830 hrs… and guess what.. I ended up starting at 2245 or so! -_-
First stop was 3.5kms from my place.. for Irani chai 😛 .. because I knew that sleepy attack was coming.. I didnt get rest the whole day.. was working on stuff that also required physical strength.

Drove away, .. mostly a speedrun. Didn’t carry my GoPro with me. No pictures while going there.
But, here’s the interesting part:

I had to drive the first 40kms on the service lane beside ORR (since bikes aren’t allowed on ORR …. thank you all amazingly stupid showoff drivers who screwed reputation of bikers on that expressway)
So I was driving, doing my thing 🙂 .. and there are these nasty 16 set speed brakers on the service lane…. at one of these, a Jeep swiftly dodged me … fulltoo bollywood estyle … and rammed brakes right in front of me!

Then 3 cops got down from it.. surrounded me! and said “Go, Sir is calling”.. and here’s what happened.
I went to the Copboss sitting boss-style in jeep, while the 3 cops continued to check my bike .. trying to figure out WTF is happening with the luggage, discussing about whether it is a sports bike, its top speed blah blah.

Me: Yes Sir, any problem
CopBoss in Jeep: Where are you going to race? (authoritative)
Me: ??? !!! $#^@&%$*&% WTF (in mind)
Me: Race? No Sir... I dont race on streets.
CopBoss: Then what is all this? (indicating my ATGATT - All The Gear All The Time)
Me: Ah, this is for protection if I crash.
CopBoss: Really? (sarcastically)
Me: (in mind) Trying to control any outburst .. I remember ravi@17bhp's advice not to pickup argument with cop even if I was right. Happened twice already (once in jungle and once in city.. when some cops tried to show off their power) .. but this guy was okay. So it helped :)
CopBoss: Where are you going?
Me: Bangalore
CopBoss: ??? !!! o,O .. w00t!!!!
CopBoss: Hyderabad? to Bangalore? on bike? Are you serious?
Me: Smile
CopBoss: Why are you going at this time? It's dangerous.. go in morning
Me: Work Sir... have a meeting in morning in bangalore.. I missed Bus so taking bike (tee hee :P)
CopBoss: Okay okay... you know you are speeding?
Me: ??? !!! .. umm.. sorry Sir.. I didn't notice.
CopBoss: Yes, .. you were on 100+.. and this is a 40 road
Me: Sir, how do you know I was on 100+?
CopBoss: We had to cross 100 to catch you!
Me: -_- :P tee hee ;)
Me: Sorry Sir, I'll drive in 40.

He then, super surprised me by driving his jeep exactly on 40 till airport right in front of my bike.
If I had to overtake his jeep, it’d mean I crossed 40!
Think of all the frustration of holding the throttle at 40, and temptation to zip past and not be visible 🙂 .. but I obliged to 40. 😀
+1 good citizen points on HeartBrokenBiker? 😛

Darn, that first hour (40-45 kms) of the journey made me drowsy enough to put my next 550 kms in trouble.
As soon as the cop jeep detoured, and I crossed that initial hyd border highway traffic, my throttle opened full, rpm needles on max and the bike was at 131kmph .. I was crouched under the visor… my vision was through it and it was AMAZING.

I’ve never done continuous crouching for so long.. gotta thank the highway for it.
Couple that with the “Isle of Man TT”, “TopGun” and such similar tracks playing in my helmet. WooHoooooooooooooooooo!

Some car folks provided me entertainment by trying to show off their speed… I wasnt interested in any race.. but I was doing speedrun of my own pace.. so some very few cars did succeed to run past me… BUT when the road takes a curve.. their brake lights come up.. mine DOESN’t.. and you know what happens then… there is a knee out, there is an angle, and there is a bike that zip zap zooooms 🙂 ;),
then some by driving close enough to me to catch a glimpse of “who the hell is this”.. ,
dangerous part is when I overtake cars and they are busy looking at me with a jawdrop rather than looking at the road 😦

I found the lorry guys to be very good drivers on this road.. sticking to lane and using indicators… and at parts where vision became glary from opp high beam, I used one car guy who was good driver by following his tail. Thank him, whoever it is.

Took couple of tiny breaks in between.. needed a bit longer break at Kurnool when I topped up fuel… but something about that place hurts me (some old memory that has mentions of that place).. so I kept pushing.

Reached Bangalore border at 0630 am.. AND then.. thanks to awesome directions by people (and the stupid fact that I wasnt carrying GPS) .. it took me 1.5+ hrs to reach the hotel.
People, I tell you.. instead of telling me that they “dont know”.. they “try wild guesses” -_-
Two people giving me direction at the same time, showed 2 opposite directions.. I looked at both of them in “punch in face” mood.. and they looked at each other and walked away.

After reaching hotel, the receptionist is more busy looking at me top to bottom and then my bike and thinking “What in the world!” rather than giving me the keys.

Had fun time there.. will blog that in separate post 😀

Coming back to Hyd, I took a bit of ‘slower’ run.
Again night ride, again no rest prior to ride.. was in meeting hall for 7hrs and then driving around Bangalore traffic and confusing one ways…
Met up with 2 more friends… 1 geek+biker=Sudharshan or sup3rkidd0 as on IRC (also met his girlfriend for the first time – A Chilean who moved to India.. for him? Now that’s cute 😀 .. lucky kid 😉 ) and other geek was ‘Kingsly’ whom I had known for 10yrs+? on IRC.. but met him in-person for the first time. Nice conversations on tech, society and human creature specific.
He helped me find way to a spartan store.. picked up a new lid for touring (SOL SF1)… had super tasty “real” chinese cuisine.. and then drove off…. Walter brought my old lid on flight to Hyd (Yup he did come to hyd haha :D) …. Finally I started 0100am -_-

Super sleepy….kept my helmet light on flashing warning. Wanted to sleep on ground (wasnt carrying tent).. but there were huge size ants.. plus the fact that any lorry losing control could run off the road and run over me.
Luckily, in middle of nowhere I saw this hut.. locked from outside.. with a bench outside.. I said to myself “Whatever.. this is luxury right now 😀 …and if someone comes I’ll have to deal with him”
(I had my laptop in saddlebag)

Parked bike, dozed off for a nice hour…before taking a pic and riding off again.

When the sun started coming up (~0500 hrs), I took a break and observed sky patterns in AWE!
They are so so so amazing.. I never had seen such beautiful colors of morning. (pics below)
Took some pics… and rode again.. with stops at dhabas for hydration and engine cooling.

The bike clocked ~1300 kms when back home (includes some kms from in-city driving in B’lore.. restaurant and helmet hunt)
Total driving time for this was around 19.5+ odd hours (including in-city driving).. which kinda makes me wonder if I am too slow for the international SaddleSore challenge 😦 … OR I need a faster bike? 😛 🙂

Ok, too much text.. now pics 🙂


Kingsly and Me .. after chow down super tasty chinese.


0300 hrs .. Empty bench = Luxury on deserted Highway!








Easing my killer wrist pain.. wrist exercises.


That smudge on lens. 😦


Best pic of the Trip. ~0540hrs


Some fuel for stomach?


Not bad.
Didn’t have raddish parota (although on menu).. ok Aloo it is.. some fat 🙂
Daal was crap.


stopped just for the tree snap 🙂
People noticed a biker jaywalk to the other side of the road for this 😛


June 17, 2013

Short Unplanned ride

Woke up to a phone call on Saturday for a ride… was pretty much about making my way to other biker’s ride plan.
I had 1 hr to get fully awake, fresh up, stretch out a bit, gear up and reach the meeting spot.
Oh wait, I forgot to eat (was darn hungry already)… reached the meet point and quickly gulped in 2 servings of tender coconut water….. and we rode away!

Monsoon had made the place amazingly beautiful; let me just shut up and post the pics 🙂


Ravi@17bhp's Karizma .. staring.

Ravi@17bhp’s Karizma .. staring.


Doing some pro photographer thingy – ravi@17bhp



your’s truly… trying to be Man of Steel 😛


Beautiful, yet lonely tree 😦


My baby, Amitiel … looking sharp as ever.









I try to take some photographs and he starts flinging stones at me 😐


This shit is fscked up 🙂


I join the stone throwing fun… except I select a little too big sizes of stones .. yikes!


Rakesh takes my cam and wanders away to do this nature photography thingy


Probably some pro photographer thingy I don’t understand.


Selling GoPro Action cameras in middle of nowhere… This is why I am famous 😛


Only a true biker knows what’s sexy about this road. The S-pin bend.


Rakesh doing his bird watching … bird shrugs.

Awesome... and calm.

Awesome… and calm.

Karthik added some more pics and it comes to surprise that I never noticed him clicking me 😐
Btw, the pics came up pretty good I guess.. I don’t look scary as usual 😛
Disclaimer: I’m just holding a camera.. I’m NOT a photographer.


@HeartBrokenBiker and Amitiel in background


Out of spiderwebs.. shucks :P

Out of spiderwebs.. shucks 😛

Just trying to see why people stick their eyes in there....... I'm not a photographer.

Just trying to see why people stick their eyes in there……. I’m not a photographer.

And now to SUM up, here’s the pose of the ride … the PAA dance revived. (Enough of Gangnam style and Harlem shake already)

Paaa pa Paa Paaa pa Pa pa pa Paa paa paapaaa pa pa PAAAAA

Paaa pa Paa Paaa pa Pa pa pa Paa paa paapaaa pa pa PAAAAA

And for those who don’t know what PAA dance is..

April 22, 2013

Jungle Ride pics

Update April 22, 2013.  Adding more pics

Was bored.. so did a Fun edit of Jai's pic :P

Was bored.. so did a Fun edit of Jai’s pic 😛

Amidst Vast plains!

Amidst Vast plains!

Pro Photugraphers :) People behind the amazing clicks.

Pro Photugraphers 🙂
People behind the amazing clicks.

Soon to be pros.... :P

Soon to be pros…. 😛

Keep calm and kick the asses of people who need to be kicked.

Keep calm and kick the asses of people who need to be kicked.


Logged March 03, 2013
Pictures from Jungle offroading ride about 2 weeks ago,

What is a Sports bike meant for track use doing in Jungle?

What is a Sports bike meant for track use doing in Jungle?

All roads look the same and beautiful... Lost in the Vast plains!!!

All roads look the same and beautiful… Lost in the Vast plains!!!

Amitiel takes rest and I continue to hike on foot.

Amitiel takes rest and I continue to hike on foot.

Yeah haaa..  found the perfect spot to do Tarzan swing... there is deep trench beneath me ....  nice timing by photographer @Prashant

Yeah haaa.. found the perfect spot to do Tarzan swing… there is deep trench beneath me …. nice timing by photographer @Prashant

Time to do some Flying :)

Time to do some Flying 🙂

"Vegeta vs Nappa"  said one friend after seeing this pic on Facebook

“Vegeta vs Nappa” said one friend after seeing this pic on Facebook.
In shot: Sanjay and HeartBrokenBiker

Enough flying.. now time for some "Kaaaaaaa meeeeeeee haaaaaa meeeeeeeeee HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Enough flying.. now time for some “Kaaaaaaa meeeeeeee haaaaaa meeeeeeeeee HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”
In shot: Jaijeet & HeartBrokenBiker

The machine and The rider become one .. the connection is spiritual.

The machine and The rider become one .. the connection is spiritual.

More pics will come as I get them.. they’re scattered over 4 cameras (atleast 2 of them are pro – Prashant & Ravi).

Also, watch out for more vlogs.. there is more where that came from 😉


January 25, 2013

Short Ride pics from Last Sunday.

Photo Credits: Jaijeet

Photo Credits: Jaijeet

Offroad into a small canyon :)

Offroad into a small canyon 🙂

Amitiel resting :)

Amitiel resting 🙂

Sometimes, staring at dead ends helps you realize how much more power you need to punch a hole through them.  -- The HeartBrokenBiker

Sometimes, staring at dead ends helps you realize how much more power you need to punch a hole through them.
— The HeartBrokenBiker
Photo credits: Jaijeet

Amitiel and The HeartBrokenBiker Photo Credits: Bishal

Amitiel and The HeartBrokenBiker
Photo Credits: Bishal

If life is like a journey/road,  and true love is the one who does not let you down at its curves....  then here's a pic of my true love. :) -- The HeartBrokenBiker

If life is like a journey/road,
and true love is the one who does not let you down at its curves….
then here’s a pic of my true love. 🙂
— The HeartBrokenBiker
Photo credits: Bishal

January 12, 2013

Memories of Delhi from 2011

Ah, memories of Delhi… way back from 2011, when I was attending First Comic Con India.
Stayed for free at Jeba (Graydot) and Ankur‘s place for 2 days! .. I didn’t even know them when I arrived.
Sorta like Couchsurfing before even joining 😉

Grateful to them. They shared their food, they cooked delicious fish for me, Jeba and I chased expensive cars :), he also accompanied me to ComicCon, until he encountered Vivek Khurana (nomind) and then ran away for tasty meat food. 🙂

I gotta thank Vivek for not letting me miss that food, by treating me to awesome hot pakodas with earthen-pot tea, organic food, chaat, hot samosas,  and finally Bengali sweet curd.

And special thanks to Atul, for he created the chain of contact with Jeba & requested for my stay… I was too hesitant to ask 😀

Hugs to all of you!

Here’s the album –

Hot Pakodas and Makte Wali Chai @ Organic Foods at Delhi

Hot Pakodas and Makte Wali Chai @ Organic Foods at Delhi


I had just bought the camera back then, had no fucking idea what to click and what not to… I clicked mostly crap instead of clicking a nice group pic with you guys.

So what reminded me of Delhi?   The freaking cold tap water that froze my palm this morning. 😛

January 3, 2013

Re: Why are Indians obsessed with taking photos of foreigners?

This is a Reply/Follow-Up post for a blogger/CouchSurfer –

or if you’re on couchsurfing read the thread here – Why are Indians obsessed with taking photos of foreigners?

I replied it there already, but felt it could help more people understand parts of what/what-not of India if I put it up here. Hoping after reading this you won’t be caught off-guard (or at least partly) during visit to India.

Also, adding tid-bits I forgot to add when I replied the post on Couchsurfing.

Note: Some people tell me I’m not Indian, probably because the way I live.. I am mentioning this so that you understand that I am not writing this out of “Oh how can she say so about us.. racist” thought 🙂

So here goes:


> Why are Indians obsessed with taking photos of foreigners?

Tired of posing for pics?

Tired of posing for pics?

Not all, but few depending on where you have visited.
If you’re at tourist places, there are always these people who take pics and go back and show in their homes as to
– how pale-skinned you are
– how tiny your dress was
– how stylish you were “although being a woman”
– some take ’em to put it on their facebook and show off.. “look look I know white peepal”

Capturing moments, are we?

Capturing moments, are we?

Most of these people are semi-urban/rural dwellers.
I, sometimes go social work campaigning in villages, and I get clicked (despite being only a bit avg fair than average Indian skin color).
They click me, my car, they touch the car, we go shoulder-to-shoulder and I do happily pose for pics with kids and any smiley face there. Makes them happy, gives them a moment of smile.. which makes me happy.

Cool pose :)

Cool pose 🙂

Then again, I see a pic of you allowing people cling to you and take a pic. I am not gonna judge them, but you might want to avoid that next time 🙂
You’ll never know a pervert in between those smiley faces.. who sadly spoil the name of the whole bunch.

Finding something they usually dont see - makes them curious?

Finding something they usually dont see – makes them curious?

However, if you come to Urban areas, like my city / other metros … not many will give a rat’s ass about any foreigner unless you start dancing in full public suddenly.
But yes, you’ll find us being extra courteous if you ask for directions when compared to how Indians will answer each other 🙂


> Be careful with street food. Don’t ask for steaks! Better yet, don’t eat any meat!

Meat what?

Meat what?

Again, depends on the place you were eating.
Indian food can be cheap(cost-wise), but usually the issue of hygiene comes in.
Better hygiene, neat food = costly restaurant (most of the times).

There are though good street food places, where due to sensible owners, the hygiene is okayish/good and food tastes great too.
You need to know people who know these places. (not the ones who “claim” to know)

Curious as to which steak you asked for.. Beef?
Then you’d probably have got fatty parts in it.
Get beef only from either a good restaurant or if its street then only from a rush-filled Muslim/Arabic restaurant. They know which parts of beef need to be cooked and which are just fat.

To know what to do with meat needs creativity :)

To know what to do with meat needs creativity 🙂

I don’t say this is due to religion, but because they have more experience dealing with beef which in other religious sectors in India consider holy and so zero experience.
Plus, I am a fan of what Islamic people can do with meat.. they know to churn out the best meat dishes and the best way to make meat tasty and finger licking good (I sometimes lick my plate if no one is watching :P) .


> Do not tell an Indian that they speak very good English. For some reason, it offends them.

English ... huh what?

English … huh what?


For long, Indians/Indian education system has considered people speaking fluent English to be “educated”.

Education != English

Education != English

They have been unaware of the fact that there are many countries where English isn’t spoken and think that all foreigners are ‘English’

Indians worked hard on their English. Even our call center jobs demand American accent/Neutral accent and there was once a time that Call-Center jobs were highly respected because only the best/cool English speakers in the colony would get one. 😕

B-Grade? WTF!

B-Grade? WTF!

So when you’re telling “most” Indians that you speak good English.. they feel that you assumed that Indians by default are “uneducated” AND also that all this while before you said that sentence, you’ve been considering him/her as “uneducated”. 🙂

I think here many people take pride in their English (not just their weenie)

Chilled Beer perhaps?

Chilled Beer perhaps?

porn happens by accident?Must be the most happening place!

porn happens by accident?
Must be the most happening place!

Ugh.. no thanks!

Ugh.. no thanks!

Bet it is.And pretty stale too.

Bet it is.
And pretty stale too.

Let me just drive by pretending I didn't notice and hoping I dont hit anyone LMAO-ing during driving! :)

Let me just drive by pretending I didn’t notice and hoping I dont hit anyone LMAO-ing during driving! 🙂

I got 2 in my home.. except I call them toilets .. not restaurants.

I got 2 in my home.. except I call them toilets .. not restaurants.

Guess quality of education won't be less different either.

Guess quality of education won’t be less different either.

And people still wonder why many crashes occur on the street before this restaurant?

And people still wonder why many crashes occur on the street before this restaurant?

WELL ... Sorta true in couple of hours! ...that is if She allows him.

WELL … Sorta true in couple of hours! …that is if She allows him.

Heck, I have even had people(including my ex) ask me to stop “faking” my English accent … I didn’t give balls about them.. but only for my ex(since I loved her a lot) I tried to “neutralize/Indianise” my accent (which sometimes included saying a word twice.. because I forgot to Indianize it)
Now I end up talking in an Indian accent(which is “fake” for me) when I am with people who will be taken by surprise if I speak my natural one.

Who’s gonna explain people that my accent is due to the fact that I grew at my grandpa’s place who was like a foreigner mind trapped in Indian body?
I don’t bother.


> Don’t eat with your left hand… And don’t shake hands or hand stuff over with the left .

Asian culture. Money and stuff is handed over with right.
Doing it with left “depicts” casual attitude or unwillingness.

I eat with left hand and tend to hand stuff with left (I am ambidextrous), but when I see people stare at me.. I quickly shift to right.

Left?  Sinner or Special?

Left? Sinner or Special?

Did I mention I am ambidextrous? That’s probably because I was made used to do stuff with my right.. and hence eventually over 25 years my right has more control over stuff than my left.
Although, left is still powerful.

Btw, If I were visiting any country.. I’d try to soak-in their culture first.

For example: I wouldn’t go to Japan/China and use chopsticks with “left hand” .. it is done with “right” as per culture. I even use it with right at home, only because “Hey these guys invented chopsticks.. so I’ll just respect them by sticking to the tradition.. unless its a stupid/illogical/inhuman tradition we’re talking about”


> Bring tons of toilet paper!!

Ah aha, that reminds me.. this is one of the reason WHY people dont like you do use the left hand.
Because here, left hand is considered to be used for the un-holy things.. like cleaning ya butt poop, fingering ya nose, cleaning ya ear wax, scratching ya hairs of private parts… and so on (anyone threw up reading this line?)


A shake hand with that?No thanks!

A shake hand with that?
No thanks!

Whatever he touches next without washing his fingers .. I want away from it.

Whatever he touches next without washing his fingers .. I want away from it.

Yeah bring toilet paper, you wont find it in common stores.. because no one uses them.

Unless of course, you’re visiting anyone who is thoughtful enough to stock some. (I stock for my foreigner friends)
Or let people know to stock some for you before you visit.

How bad do you want it?

How bad do you want it?


> Never, absolutely never say that cricket is a stupid and boring game.

Cricket is a Religion in India.And religions are serious stuff here.

Cricket is a Religion in India.
And religions are serious stuff here.

You’ll find many females who are not interested in cricket in India.
You’ll find a few of them are genuinely interested.. and a few become interested because of their male friends.

You’ll almost not find ANY male in India who doesn’t love cricket. There are a rare few though.

It’s not a game, it is a religion here.



Btw, I was interested in cricket during my school.. but, as I grew up, the game looked boring to me, and I found much interesting stuff to do.
Haven’t watched cricket for like 10 yrs now… doesn’t bother me who wins who loses, and if the God of cricket from India retired (although I do respect the fact that he has been ace at what he achieved… I have same feeling for a few other sports ace personalities too who aren’t cricketers).

So Cheers! 😉


> Don’t leave your shoes “on” when you enter a house or even think about putting your feet on the table.

Asian culture lady 🙂

Huh! .. did everyone only READ footwear?

Huh! .. did everyone only READ footwear?

And if you see this in a scientific angle.. streets in India aren’t as clean as first world developed countries have it.
And, you’re prone to more “walking” in India .. rather than driving around (where your car mat is the only place feet touches).

So consider you walking over spit and shit of people that they lay on the street and then walk in the house.. ain’t gonna be good for your own health.
Imagine having small kids who might pick up their fallen candy from the floor and eat it (when no ones watching). So now the candy is flavored with feces from outside, not to forget the amount of disease filled bacteria your kid is savoring.

About putting feet on table… again Asian culture.
“Foot” is considered to be that area of the body where younger people will make contact with elders to take blessings/wishes.
So, if you show your foot to elders they will get offended.. its a culture thing… you cannot have your foot in their face.

No one says nice legs :(

No one says nice legs 😦

When I am at home (or with like minded people).. I fling my feet on the table, on adjacent bean bags, on anything I find.
But if my mom is walking by, or any elder is walking by (that even includes my maid), I lower my feet.
It’s a small thing to do out of respect, and I have no qualms in doing so.

Yare Yare!

Yare Yare!

Hell, I’ve even lowered my feet for people whom I have lost respect for. (my ex’s mother to be precise) … which is kinda unlikely of me (You like doing bad deeds and being selfish?.. then you don’t earn respect from me)


> Drink a lot of water, but not from the tap!

In India it is better not to drink directly from the tap.

In India it is better not to drink directly from the tap.

You also cannot eat directly from the container that food is cooked in. Culture again.
I don’t see a logic in it, unless you are sick and hence not do it to avoid other’s getting sick.

But let me give you logical explanation for the tap thing.

I would have not let you drink water from my tap in current apartment. May be I’d have let you drink from my previous apartment or my grandpa’s house.

Know why?

Because the standard of clean water that gets supplied to Indian houses can vary vastly.

I “buy” filtered watercans because in my current apartment tap water aint great.
You will probably end up falling sick if your body immunity isn’t used to fighting half-standard filtered drinking water of India.


> Don’t pay the rickshaw driver with a $50 bill and expect change

Was it this auto-rickshaw?You owe him another 50 then :)

Was it this auto-rickshaw?
You owe him another 50 then 🙂

Hell, even we don’t get proper change back even if we give Indian rupees 😦 .. with dollars what do ya expect lady! haha 🙂

Anyway, here’s why.

1. Most people think foreigners are filthy rich

2. Any one who hands them dollars, must probably be having a Uncle Scrooge (duck tales) type treasury chest… they don’t need change back… they are being generous and offering us money.

Oh you're a foreigner.. you probably must be diving in money everyday!

Oh you’re a foreigner.. you probably must be diving in money everyday!

It also matters the way/style in which you fling the dollar note at them.. it can mean “keep the change poor man”
Hell yeah! thank you Goddess 🙂

Um.. where do you do this?

Um.. where do you do this?


> On the beach: Even if it’s tempting, don’t use cows lying on the beach as a backrest. Just… don’t!

COWS are GODS in India (at least for Hindus)
and % of hindu population in India is highest.

Cow's GOD form.Hell if Naruto can transform into 9 tailed fox and Saiyans can transform into Apes.. then this is nothing.

Cow’s GOD form.
Hell if Naruto can transform into 9 tailed fox and Saiyans can transform into Apes.. then this is nothing.

People expect respect and fear of God here.
How dare you go rub your back to a God… you .. you.. filthy daughter of Satan 😉

So what if you're hot.. you dont get to touch our Gods... back off girl. :)

So what if you’re hot.. you dont get to touch our Gods… back off girl. 🙂

LMAO .. I enjoy myself writing stuff about stuff that irks the logic of my brain. hahah 😀

Anyway, if I were travelling to a country where lets say snakes were considered God (hmm snakes are Gods in India too), I wouldn’t go telling people that I ate one.. or go rub my ass on a snake… it’ll probably dig its fangs on my bums anyway 🙂


> Leave your Bikini and all the other skimpy clothes at home. Indians are not used to seeing that stuff.

Sadly, even Indian women think twice/thrice or even don’t wear them.. because

1. Density of perverts is high

Dedicated Beach Ogling?

Dedicated Beach Ogling?

The game is happening here!

The game is happening here!

2. Yes people are not used to (The more body of a woman visible in public, the more bad they are considered)
3. Because of (1) and (2), even people who aren’t perverts end up staring at you.. because its un-usual around here.. and you’re showing them something they’ve never seen in their life. ~o.O^

"I want that" eyes!

“I want that” eyes!

4. Many stupids have the ill-logic that the more skimpier the clothes, the more hornier the woman is.. and is inviting sex. There are many cases of sexual assaults and rapes in which convicts/people claim that it got induced because Men couldn’t control their sexual urges watching parts of body they haven’t seen/rarely seen and had no conscience that it is wrong.

May be we should break the face of people who have such levels of 'stupidity' .. Sigh!

May be we should break the face of people who have such levels of ‘stupidity’ .. Sigh!

Heights of educated stupidness

Heights of educated stupidness

This is the sad state of my country.


> And then, of course I watched Slumdog Millionaire on the plane. I was assuming I knew everything about Indian culture. Holy cow…
Note: She mentions later this was a joke. I read it as one too 🙂 and all my answers are written light heartedly.



What? W00t!

I just fell off my chair 😕 :/

By that logic, I expect everyone to be flying and doing kung-fu in China 🙂

Take that!  :P

Take that! 😛

Like where is it ever written that a movie “Slumdog Millionaire” is the reference for Indian culture? !!!

I watch Japanese movies/Anime a lot.. thats a ton of hours more than a mere 2 hour movie and I will never make a mistake of thinking that I know all about Japanese culture from the movie/anime.
That’s one of the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard 😉 (sorry for using word ‘stupid’)

Indian culture is freaking VAST.. living 25 yrs here and I wouldn’t still claim I know all of it.

Holy Cow Holy hell yeah!


> But then I noticed that the same guy I posed for a photo with two minutes ago had also asked an old, fat white lady behind me to pose too. I’m not 18 anymore, but still. That hurts.

OK, now that is very very sad that you felt that way.

I am happy that, that guy wasn’t a pervert and he did click with an “old”, “fat” lady too.

I am not sure why you assumed that people clicked pics with you since you are “young(er)”



If a lady is intelligent, kind or good person.. I’d rather choose to have a pic with her regardless of whether she is old, fat, bald, grandma, ‘so-called ugly superficially’, rather than have a pic with a perfect ‘ass to breast ratio’ supermodel who has none of those qualities at heart/brain.

Hehe, I guess end of my answers.. good to know you had awesome/weird fun while in India. hahaha 🙂


Kindly Note:
All my answers have been written light heartedly.. I dont see a reason to be serious on either about her blog / post.

It happens and it could happen to me too if I suddenly landed in a country with different culture / didnt have time to prep up myself. I write in a hope that someone will help me similarly someday 🙂

I blog this so that any foreigner/CSer can help themselves.

Also, Feel free to ask me if anyone has any doubts on your future visits 🙂
I’ll answer them happily (within the limits of my tiny knowledge) when I find apt time.

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