More biker poetry by Rash

Her eyes deep blue

sometimes subtle and sometimes fiery

Two devilish nostrils that inhale with fury

She has a black heart

that beats more than 200 times a second

with a demonish growl u wont fail to reckon

Sometimes she is blue and sometimes hell's red

or sometimes as black as the living dead

If the Soulreaper ever rode

this would be the one

a 666 license plate YZF-R1

(c) 2006 RASH :)

Biker Poetry by Rash

Deep down in four cylinders
A few hundred horses are born
Galloping down all the way on an oily chain
To leave a 200 section tyre completely worn

Controlled by 2 leashes actuted by the twist of the wrist
They burn enough rubber to create a mist

They are clad in Red and Wings of Black
Which helps them fly beyond a 300 kmph whack

Which makes it the best engineering ever made
This is my view of the Honda Fireblade !!!

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They say fear is for the prey
and they believed in it
Then they put to the work the matter grey
until all the best was perfectly fit

They engineered it to be the best
the result was seen on every track test

They truly dared to do something no one had ever seen
When they dressed a Japanese Ninja in light green...

Personal Audio : Music Review : Fanaa

Movie Name : Fanaa
Music Director : Jatin - Lalit

Aamir it seems will be in complete limelight this year with two of his most awaited films releasing in 2006.
This is the first time we see Aamir working under the Yash Raj banner. The music for this film is composed by the Jatin-Lalit duo, which apparently looks like their last major release together. The review goes as follows :

Track 1 : Chand Sifarish
Artists : Shaan, Kailash Kher

This track has more of a fusion touch to it. Kailash Kher lends some sufi touch at the start of the track and Shaan is brilliant as usual. The track can make u relax and tap ur feet at the same time. One significant thing I found out was, the tune of the whistle resembles a lot to the "Yaraa Yarra Mein to..." track from Hum Tum..

Track 2 : Mere Haath Mein
Artists : Sonu Nigam, Sunidhi Chauhan

Its a typical Jatin-Lalit / Sonu Nigam combination track. The track has a few dialouges in between by Aamir Khan and Kajol themselves. Its a slow track, with a romantic feel potraying the dreams of couple in love...

Track 3 : Des Rangila
Artist : Mahalaxmi Iyer

A patriot song, the vocals try to describe differnt colours and cultures of India. The lyrics are descent but the music doesnt really make any impact on the listner. At the end of the track, Jatin Lalit have even put an instumental piece of our National Antem...

Track 4 : Dekho Na
Artist : Sonu Nigam, Sunidhi Chauhan

Another Romantic / Slow song. The music, the tunes, the instruments, the theme again sounds too familiar. All in all an average track.

Track 5 : Chanda Chamke
Artists : VARIOUS

AAH !!! AGAIN !!! Listen to this song, and listen to Yaaraa Yaaraa from Hum Tum !!

Track 6 : Destroyed in love
Artist : N/A (INSTRUMENTAL)

The 'Mere Haath Mein' tune mixed and matched with some loungy instumentation sounds good. Quite relaxing, dont know whether and how it was been used in the film, or it is for the Audio release only. A good track and can also be a good 'tru-tone' for next generation cell phones.

Track 7 : Fanaa for you
Artists : DJ Aqueel

It has now become a trend for all filmakers to release remix version of popular / title tracks with the actual Audio release itself. DJ Aqueel seems to have done a good job at playing with the 'Chand Sifarish' track on the turn-tables. The song has a good pace and would surely be a instant favorite among the party animals.

All in all I would like to listen to only 3 track out of the 7 on my playlist. The rest didnt appeal to me much. Overall, I would rate the whole album a 6/10.

The Dream...

You own a Swiss Mansion, next to the Autobahn, with a Garage, sporting a Germany Luxury Car, a Japanese Tuner Car, an Italian Supercar, an American Muscle along with a Japanese Superbike, a HONDA Cruiser, a German Street bike which is used for everyday riding and when u come home and park the bike in your garage, and shut the door with an electronically contorlled hydraulic mechanism, you head to the main door which is opened by a French Maid who greets you in and you smell the wonderful aroma of Chinese Starters, Punjabi curry dishes, Hyderabadi Biryani and Italian desserts being prepared in your lavish kitchen, smelling which you decide to get ready for dinner, but then u decide to get some body massage from a Thai Massager and then you return to your dining table to eat the wonderful food fare, watching the current favorite movie on a 100+ inches plasma display with a 7.1 Dolby DTS sound system and you enjoy your Italian dessert playing one of ur favorite games on your favorite console which is hooked onto a fast internet connection enabling you to play against your most sworn opponent and just as you are about to make the final blow on him, your Innocent Indian Wife switches off your gaming arcade and tells you its time to sleep and hence you obey and follow her and to your suprise find out that your bedroom has been romantically prepared for a great night ahead :) at the end of which you will sleep as peacefully as a new born and then....
you will have a dream, even better than this one !!!

Poetry : Dahling

With the dull mirage greeting me
I care for none but my dreaming tree

I search for you in a fragile world
But why should I again care
No, I'm not mean but I do dare
To tell the truth and to swear

Go to sleep
just to keep
some points so blank
these thoughts too deep

Try n hide so tell those lies
Act like spies trying to analyse

Closed the gates for all my mates
Found me to stake so those smiles to fake ?

You left me bleeding, dahling...
Please take me in

Mom says dont play with your food
its a sin, its a sin

Now why the wait, just open the crate
Dont lay the bait please gobble me straight

Those beans I did not spill
so I cannot fulfill
In me is no power, no will
as I lay on the platter for you to Kill.

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Varad "Speedy" More
RSA Member

Poetry : Rape

Darkness surrounds me, as I beg for the light
His weight on top of me makes it so hard to fight
Please don't hurt me I hear myself cry
Be a good little girl is his only reply
I gasp for air as his fingers wrap around my throat
Shivering from the cold as I was made to lay on my coat
Hot tears fall from emerald eyes
Permanent scars warped into pretense lies
Kicking and screaming I plead for him not to touch
A swollen black eye and he promises now he won't rush
Slow and painful like dying from this horrid shame
Led to believe I've only myself to blame
He fucks me hard, makes me feel like I'm no good
My father always told me a whore never would
This is my life and all I could ever amount to
Virginity lost and what's left of my pride will never do
Cold rain falls from a sapphire sky
Broken and abused, left alone to suffer and die

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Katie
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I came across this poem on the net while chatting with a friend. The poem describes the poet's pain in each and every word. Unfortunately, the poet wrote these lines from her true experience.

Poetry : The Little Guy

When everything goes wrong
I turn to this little guy,
Who shares with me everything…

And when there is no one to turn to,
This little guy never betrays my loneliness.

Sometimes I’m up, sometimes I’m down,
Whatever happens to me, whenever,
This little guy smiles and holds on,
And tells me to do the same….

He gives me strengths,
He reminds me of my strengths

He lets me cry, and cries with me,
He never fights, never ignores…
He keeps his promise of being with me always.

When I look at him I see in his eyes,
The world full of smiles,
In which I see my mom and dad…

I see them there, with smiles on their faces,
And that reminds me what I was born for..

And then I ask this little guy,
Why I did what I should not have done ?

He gives me yet another chance,
And also shows trust.

And gives me the strength
And reminds me of my strengths

When I look into his eyes,
Sometimes I see hatred,
For what I have done
And I see him smilingly ask
If it was necessary…

When I have no answer,
He never scolds

But what he does is,
He consistently reminds me of my strengths
I am so fortunate I found him in there,
I wonder where I would have wandered without him..

When I’m down, or if I’m sad,
I go to him and say nothing

For he knows what I have been through
I need not even explain…

He keeps telling me that all is not lost,
He keeps reminding me of my strengths

Sometimes when I cry
And when he cries with me,
I feel sad I made him cry…
But he never complains
All he does is,
He consistently reminds me of my strengths

All I live for, all I die for, is
This little guy’s smile, when I turn to him
Whatever he does, or whatever I do,
I love this little guy….

…in the mirror…


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Maitreya 'Mats' Mahajan
Level II Stuntaz,
Rubber Smokin' Angels

Poetry : Word of Mouth

My soul seeks no help,
From the love of god above,
He says he shall return,
We still burn being his sons

My love for Satan is alive,
And shall die within no time,
They say he will reprise,
And I know he will breach mankind,

So I take to the love of myself
The one I’ve know too far
I know me will return
Once they both have left our hearts

We live in this age of falsehood,
Where people follow the bless of good
They cultivate a feel of pain inside,
Manifest it in their own right

Some know my life is hell,
They believe in what I tell,
For inside they are one like me,
Who just believe in what they see,

These words I write on with pain,
Revenge to god and Satan’s holy fame
They scared our lives with believes
We still ride in their age of infinity...

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Ashwin
RSA Member

Of mirages and illusions...

You bet you have eyes strong enuf to beat illusions ? Check these illusions and think again....

http://www.winterrowd.com/illusions/

The Annoying Thing

And you thought this was the most annoying thing lately...check this out :

http://home.comcast.net/~wolfand/

Unconditional Love

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me." "Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." "There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." "I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us." "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own." At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg. The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.

The 'Ring Road' of the mind

I crashed from my bike a couple of weeks back. And then, I slept a couple of hours back, prior to writing these words. Why I wrote these two sentences back to back is because, though they seem to be irrelevant, they actually have a lot in common. In both the scenarios, I just remember what happened before and after the scenario and dont remember a bit from what I actually went through. I dont remember much about my crash, nor can I remember much about this small 2 hour sleep that I had.

My crash left its imprint on me in the form of a few friction burns on my body and as they are healing, by brain is shifting its attention from them to the small blows I had on my back. For the past two days I have had a sprained muscle in the upper left part of my back which is restricting my movement a lot. I cant breathe properly, I cant sleep, cant walk briskly, cant move freely at all. All the medication has failed and the sprain continues to spread accross my back muscles.

Today I tried to sleep, a couple of hours back. I know my attempt to sleep has failed else I wouldnt have been writing all this in just 2 hours from the time I closed my eyes. My muscle had locked up in such a way that I couldnt move at all. I was just lying in the same position for 2 hours. All I can remember is that I have been crying for help throughout my sleep. But I guess my screams were echoing in neverland for no help ever came. Somehow I regained my senses and somehow with the help of the surrounding objects I lifted my 100 kg carcass and walked to my room. And then I have been typing all this....All this feels like my mind has been riding on a ring road where it just completes a circle and comes back to the same point where it had left off. The only problem is, this journey on the ring road is always a total black-out and the only thing that the mind can recall is the start and the finish.

Many a times I do wake up suddenly at such ungodly hours. And everytime the only two things I can hear midst the silence of the night are my breaths and my wall clock ticking. I'vent yet understood what that clock is trying to indicate, the time that has passed or the time that is yet to come....

RSA : Radical Poetry

Soulreaper :

The heaven opened up skies slippin apart..
The passion that comes revving from the heart..
We all rise and wait at the start...
'Cause we are the Rubber Smokin' Angels straight from the heart.
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Speedy :

Live like a devil,
Ride like a Rubber Smokin' Angel
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We live on our own terms
by our own rule book,
On the edge and accross it too,
We are not mortal souls roaming the earth in search of nirvana
We do what we are here to do...

Gear Up Angels, lets Ride !!!
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Humour : Today's SMS updates

Sent by Kaustubh :

Who is guilty ?

Wife dreaming in the the middle of the night and suddenly shouts "Quick my husband is back !!!"
Hearing this the man gets up, jumps out of the window only to realise that he is the husband..
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Sent by Gatha :

Height of optimism -
Soldier : "Sir, we are surrounded from all sides !!"
Sardar Commander : "Thats a great news. Now we can fire in all directions."
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Humour : Jokes and Stuff

We come accross so many jokes and hilarious incidents everyday. I feel it will be a good idea to put them up on the blog. Maybe they can bring a smile to the reader's face when he is low or even in a good mood.

RSA : Maitreya, Level II Rubber Smokin' Angel

It was the November of 2004 when one of group members, Soulreaper, gave me call to inform me of a new Prospective member for our biker club. We were to meet him the same afternoon and we did. He came on a Hero Honda Ambition, tallish guy, long hair with a pony. He came and introduced himself as Maitreya Mahajan.
We headed to our area of practice to find what our new member had in store for us. It was not long before he saw the empty road and started showing off his skill of balancing the bike on one wheel while in motion. In simple terms he was Wheeling to glory. A few tens of meters and quite shaky. He tried showcasing his Endos too which were quite good for starters. Good skills, a biker attitude and a down-to-earth nature had already confirmed his membership in the group. Soulreaper was his idol when it came to stunts. He always had a special attachment with Soulreaper and always vouched to be as good as him one day. Over a good period of 6 months in the group he had formed a strong bond with each and every member and wanted everyone to call him ‘Mats’. He came in at around the same time when RSA was planning to implement the ‘150cc rule’. He knew the bike he had would not suffice, not only for the group rules but also for his stunts. In short, the Ambition was not enough for fulfilling his ambitions to sharpen his skills. He never wanted to tax his parents for his hobby and so he took a job where he worked till he had enough dough to buy himself a 180cc. During these job days he involved in a lot of small and friendly traffic police encounters. This earned him an alias ‘Cop Magnet’ in the group and on the online community, xBhp.com.
I still remember the day he got his 180 Pulsar. He bought it in Mumbai and rode down directly to Soulreaper’s house in Pune to show us his new ride. Mats wanted him to be the first person to ride that bike on one wheel. After this, there was no looking back for Mats. He had earned the bike he wanted and there was nothing that was going to stop him from practicing his stunts day in and day out. Within a couple of months his wheelies had extended from a few tens of meters to a few hundreds. I still remember the photo shoot we had for Bike India’s first issue, where Mats had given one of his best attempts at wheelies. In the wet, he and Soulreaper had a pulled of wheelies together and both went exactly the same distance. Mats had gone as long as his idol. Mats hugged me and Souly with tears of joy filling his eyes. That was a benchmark for him and also a boost for times to come. He was the only member in the group who accelerated to the Level 2 spot in a very small period of time. He was improving at a good pace in Stunts, but he never forgot what his parents expected from him. He was equally concentrating on his studies too. He may not have been the best when it came to academics, but he was not the worst either. But I would surely say that he was the best college student, everybody’s favorite, everybody’s friend.
Again, in early January this year, one of my group members, RDX, gave me a call in the morning and asked me to rush to a hospital he mentioned. I thought that one of my group members must have crashed somewhere while practicing. So I reached the mentioned place. It was not a very good sight, hundreds of his friends gathered over there, most of them with sore red eyes. Mats had left us. He was involved is a freak accident which was fatal. The grounding cable of an electricity pole snapped from the pole and wound around his body, claiming his life. It was unbelievable but true. The person whom I used to meet almost everyday had suddenly left us all. It came as a big shock to the whole group. I and my members are still not ready to believe that Mats is not amongst us anymore. I feel, that’s the best way to overcome this shock. We would rather keep him alive in our senses, in our group and in our hearts. Mats was like a younger brother to me and he even said that every time. I will always be proud of him. I would like to quote his Dad’s words, "I wouldn’t have felt as bad if my son would died while stunting, but this way, its just useless." This shows how supportive his Dad was to him. Today Mats has left behind 30 group members, hundreds of friends, his sister, his mother and his father, who was his biggest support and his best friend.