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Of friends, the highway, bikes and fun!!

Biking in india has moved on. With bigger and better bikes and new biking groups sprouting up every other day, kick starting a bike and hitting the highway has become another checkbox in the bucket list of things to do.

It’s been some time since I have been involved in what I consider a passion. Touring. Having travelled to the far corners of the country on two wheels , I can only claim to have travelled to these place. Exploring them and seeing them is another matter altogether. It is only recently when I have started to ride the highways with close friends and like minded souls that I have started the exploration of places.

Earlier , riding with large groups and clubs had its own charm. Just the feeling of being a part of 30-40 bikes on a highway and the head turning that ensued, gave you a high. However, it’s the question of moving and doing things that the majority of the group wants and in a lot of cases , forget about one’s own wants.

On a recent ride to the Kutch, we explored. 4 bikes, 6 bikers open highways and 1200 kms in 4 days. It’s no longer about having ridden 500kms per day but about seeing the beauty and the heritage that this country offers us. It’s about understanding the local customs talking to the villagers to see what is the best activity to do there, and going and doing it.

We explored a lost civilisation who taught us that rain water harvesting is not something we invented. It’s been there for 5000 years.

We explored the White deserts of the rann where we can practically touch our neighbouring country, noticing that the people on the border don’t really share the animosity that us city dwellers have towards this same country, even though they are more affected by them.

We explored the cuisine of the region. Oh boy did we explore the cuisine!

From convincing a vendor to let us cook our own food to making a hearty egg breakfast for all to jumpstart the day, to eating the famous thali meals that seems never to stop being served.

More importantly. We had potfuls of fun.

I guess what I am trying to say is this, As in most cases, it better to tour with friends you trust.
I know there is a lot of talk about brotherhood and such, but it’s just different when you trust and intimately know the rider in front and behind you. When you don’t need to explain why you want to do things a particular way, it’s just taken for granted and understood.

To all the new riders out there, a humble request, please try this. Get on the highway with and start exploring with friends. It will change the way you see the country and definitely the way you ride.

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Are you being served?

Beautifully simmering baby potatoes in a rich red gravy! 

Cauliflower Florets , spiced, tempered and lightly roasted!

Tender ladyfingers, with onions and mustard seeds!!

These are a few of my favourite things!

My memories, like most foodies , revolves around mealtimes. My Mom, a brilliant cook, would dish out her creations, beautifully aromatic and serve them in these lovely glass bowls. 

each gravy had its bowl, almost as if the food would not taste as good without its partner in crime, the container it was served in.

Cauliflower Au gratin would be in the rectangular flat bowl, palak paneer would be a deep dish, raita would have their own tiny bowls, Bhindi do pyaza – the curved bowl. It was a treat for the senses, all of them, smell, sight and taste. 

What I remember, most vividly , is the happiness that would radiate around the table, when dinner would be served. Dinner was always a full family affair. Call us lucky , we were born during an era when the Idiot box ( and it was a box at that time) did not have enough strength to compete with family bonds. Dad, Mom, GrandPa , Grandma, Sister and me, would gather around the table, talking about the day, about school, about tests, about anything under the sun. 

Grandpa would be the fastest of the block, ending the meal quickly , a no nonsense eater, followed by the grandma. 

Dad has his quirky eating habits . I beleive his taste buds is probably the most evolved in our family. His meal would include classics like curd rice and mixture, dosa and manga kootan ( a sweet and savoury mango gravy that is generally mixed with rice) and god knows what else. 

Mom loves her pickle and rice, or gravy and rice, she would be the last to finish enjoying every last morsel, and more importantly because she had to amass all the gossip around the table while eating and serving. 

My sis loves her rasam, she would drink it up by the tons. Invariably the brat would demand to be fed by grandma who would lovingly oblige. 

Some of the happiest times were around this dinner table. Where we knew, however sad and tired we came , we would leave the table fullfilled , literally, with tasty lovely food . 

Simple times made special with a lot of love and some real special food by ammash!!

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