Showing posts with label biking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label biking. Show all posts

Monday, September 10, 2012

Out of the Box!!!

This one is heavily influenced from Seinfeld. As Jerry says , we all live in boxes in a sense. You are there in a womb - box. You are put inside a room - box. Then you are dumped in an auto rickshaw /car / van to school - box to box. Then college bus to Classroom to lab to office - boxing all the way. And the subsequent  marriage to bedroom to hospital room to coffin - BOX! BOX!! BOX!!!... All our life BOX, and hence the expression "out of the box" ( of course making up this one).

So the phrase "out of the box" - other than the usual, something not related to your life, go beeping die yourself if you cant think normally. 

But then there are few things out of the box which I like a lot
biking - one travel form where you are not in a box... Things don't move by your window during biking. One is not separated by that screen or veil . The biker blends, and he moves into the space , rather than the space  seen moving through the window.
Sleeping under the stars - not just for the romantic ones as stereotyped in movies. Believe me, its a zen experience , wondering whats up there, see the shape shifting clouds, losing yourselves counting starts and getting dissolved into a small nothing in the big universe.
Trekking & hiking up - no one can put a big roof on mountain , right? Well , if sleeping under the stars is about going small, this is about feeling big . Standing on the cliff , office becomes far away, bosses invisible and you get few firsts of nature - the sunshine, the wind, the rain, the bird droppings too...




Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Bikitation

The monk is confused as he sits, and the man climbs on the ride.

An imaginary veil covers the head as the helmet is put on.

Forearms stretched and they grip the handle bars like the chin mudra that controls the chi flow.

The engine is revved as the breathing starts.

As the closed eyes gravitate near their center the focus sets on the middle of the road.

The rider passes the busy streets and signals as the mind wanders around the distractions and worries.

The breathing sets into a rhythm as the speed began to increase and steady.

The bike hits the city outskirts into the highway and the mind begins to ignore the surroundings and focusing on the nothing.

A peace sets in, with the mind sinking deep inside the soul and the bike cruising on the highway - both of them running away from the troubling things.

Alas the monk opens his eyes to the light of enlightenment; the rider closes his against the light  seeking his nirvana...

(Earlier ending for the above : The peace is broken as the eyes are opened, and the bones are broken as the eyes are closed. )

(the above pic dedicated to my ride, my horse on the track, my camel in the desert and my rat in the tunnels)