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June 12 The edge I lived on now lives within me- The PrologueI was tested and measured and often found wanting
And there were times when I could sweep through situations like a pro
I would exceed expectations in things I hardly had any expectations from
I would struggle to meet the hopes I would pin on things I expected a lot from
Things would never be normal for me and to me it was the mythical horse I'd never seen
Never was the road I chose a straight one and yet I never seemed to turn any other way
I knew the mirror on the wall lied but that was what the world saw
It showed that I could be caught in a moment whenever anyone glanced upon it
but I knew I was not even standing there when that happened.
When I answered to them, I was posing questions without asking
When I picked up the pen, it was to erase the lines on the page
When I got up to walk, it was to find a more comfortable place to sit
When I ran inside during the rains, I just wanted to watch
I am still tested but I dont measure anymore
I have no expectations and yet exceed them
I love the unusual for its tomorrow's regular
And the mirror only shows a light even when I am in front of it
I am the question
I am the blank page
I am shade in the sun
and I am the rain
Trample I dont on your feet
walk away I might
but to come back again
its not a unresolved fight
And we are fighting no more
'cos the sun kisses on a winter day
but burns if you get too close
and yet we try 'cos we're here to stay.
They call me a fool and so do you
I would rather be one than not
for that's what I call home
those few inches, thats all I got.
June 05 Bikers v/s motorcyle ridersI outran a dude riding a more powerful bike in a short drag race. So what?
It emphasises what I have been talking abt the past couple of posts.
As soon as the lights turned green, he started accelerating like crazy. I pulled at my throttle too and while I passed him, I could take a look at him then at his bike and then him again and shook my head at him and pulled away as if he was on a small bicycle- all he became was a speck on my bike's mirrors. He pottered along at a civilized pace after I slowed down a little distance away.
I normally dont drag anymore but it does diss me off that sm ppl thnk that just 'cos they have a powerful machine with them, they need to show off and especially when they dont respect their machines. This guy had a more powerful bike but he did not know how to ride it.
He doesn't seem to have maintained the bike well. He ddidn't seem to have any idea about the the correct shift points. He did not take out time to learn about his machine nor accord it the treatment and care it deserved. He obviously had no respect for his bike. He is just another guy with a motorcycle, not a "biker".
Just before we both had got the red, two cars zoomed by like madmen, jumping the light and into oncoming traffic! This must have pumped up the motorcycle guy and I guess I thought I should just tame him a little bit. But ever so often I have to come terms with the fact that people have to realise a lot of things themselves and that no matter how much u try to fix them, help them or tell them things they need to know (even if they wont believe you), they will only learn when they screw up real bad. "Luck" is relative- many people escape a dozen cars coming their way, while some die by just jumping a light. The trick is to keep our eyes & ears open for traffic and lights. And ofcourse, have respect for our machines.
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