A lesser known religion called.....

You inherit diseases not religion, you pass on debts not religion, you share vices not religion, you hide crimes not religion. Religion is so pure and incorruptible that it cannot be inherited, passed on, shared or hidden.

Well, umm, I can't narrate my stuff like its Godfather, 300 or Dark Knight material but hey sometimes its interesting (at-least to me). So whats the ado about religion crap; I got a bike. Heck, whats the big deal, every other kid around the corner has a bike. Dude, I am talking about blood red, fuel guzzler, mighty bull with meaty thumps which has a silencer longer than WWII torpedo and thump louder than a lion's roar, oh please not the 300 crap again, OK. But that fact is I never felt excited about anything else quite lately, so this 350cc cast iron engine Bullet Electra 5s is a soul saver for me. It took almost eight years and over hundred thousand bucks for me to buy my first bike.
And I never had chance to ride a bullet before I bought my own. And when I was bringing it home I was bit nervous whether I will be able handle this over 350Kg juggernaut well or will only end up embarrassing my self. For some reasons the latter never happened and I have already finished my 300Km today. Owning a bike is never a big deal for anyone but owning something that you cherish and excited about is a different story. And if you don't know where the spark plug and fuse goes you will be more excited when suddenly the bike refuses to start and leaves you in sweat. Its a nightmare have to drag this fat ass to mechanic or home. I have heard those dreaded stories when a man takes his wife for ice-cream post dinner on machismo and on their way the bike suddenly acts as if in curfew and won't move an inch and the couple has to drag the machismo home, needless to mention that guy gets a divorce without a hearing. But there are prices are to be paid (not as hefty like I just mentioned) when you go against convention and stand for your choice. Its true for almost everything in life. Imagine when you don't have to pay any price to realize your dream, it won't have any value or worth for that matter. Don't think it as price you are paying, think of it as gravity you are adding to your dream by paying the price which is justified for it. Most of time we end up in making compromises and we hardly notice that a compromise has been made and this is like a infectious disease. Compromising people tend to have compromising choices, compromising friends and compromising life. When do we realize that all we need to do is just casually walk out of our comfort zone and accept our fair share of pain. Ironic but true, most of the good things in life are covered deep under the pain, to get it out first you have to touch , accept and embrace the pain. Rest of the things follows. I believe our choices are heavily biased by pain and pleasure. If something involves less pain, it is considered an easy choice irrespective of the fact whether its right or wrong. This logic narrows down the people into two categories, one who take less painful path irrespective of right or wrong and the (rare) other ones who takes the correct path irrespective of pain or pleasure involved.

Well thats pretty much of philosophical crap for today, I guess people who don't have anything great to say start puking philosophy. To wind it up I must say that "We are the choices we make". Our personality, character and everything else for that matter is defined by the choices we make. When Harvey Dent said "Either you die as a hero or live long enough to see your self as a Villain" he was damn right. If you are reading this blog and happen to be alive, chances are that you are more of villain than a hero. Why? For obvious reason that to live long you will need to make choices which are less painful implying wrong choices implying you being a villain. So be it the choice of a bike, job, hobby or religion. But first you have to make choice, a choice unbiased, unprejudiced by pain or pleasure.....uff this Dark Knight is not getting off my head. At-least I chose my religion after twenty years of thinking and whining...


For a lesser know religion called..... Bullet.