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I think that people are wrong, wrong in losing faith... For, how is strength deemed to be strength? When it doesn't wilt under the storms that time brings... Omnipotence, its associated with the Gods, and why? because they don't wilt. So for me and you too, omnipotence exists... Only, omnipotence doesn't come easy, it needs a spine that can withstand the weight of its ominous power. It needs undying faith... a faith that knows no such thing as death.... Like i keep saying, life only wants to see if you have a sense of humour. Everytime you start to believe in yourself, it will test you... for, untested strength cannot be called strength at all... strength is when tests are thrashed so hard that tests don't dare to test you again... I am great and so are YOU.
East Coast Road, the highway from Chennai to Pondicherry, India, better known as ECR is one of the best roads i've had the privilege to ride on. It's a biker's dream. So much so that it even curves and bends with your approval. The road is parallel to the coast line and you can watch the ocean almost all along the road, if you are the pillion rider off course !!! ;) But the road is so straight that it encourages even the rider to take a few peeks at the beautifully blue Bay Of Bengal with its uneven shades of blue, often making me come to a complete halt, just to stand and stare at it in complete awe of it. If you hit the road early enough in the morning, you will find the moon on one side and the sun rising from beneath the sea.
I headed out of the gate on a lonely street at about 5 AM, Pushing the headlights on as a got past the first crossroad. The air, was perfect for a long ride, and though I hadn't planned one, I thought I should I should go on one nevertheless. I rode a Honda motorcycle, the Unicorn, one that had always craved to be tortured and pushed beyond its limits. Having proved its loyalty beyond doubt, i often dared to take mild curves at a 100+kmph, only to realise that she wasn't done surprising me yet. So heading out of Chennai, the road straightens just as your engine is revved up sufficiently to scare the birds in the sky. I pull her into 4th from 5th (gear). I'm riding alone today so i push my feet against the pillion's footpegs and at at 90 kmph, i bring my face closer to the speedometer console, my chest against the fuel tank, giving the throttle what i thought was a dying twist. She surges easily to a 105 kmph, steadily pushing forward. I click her into 5th and keep the throttle gunned. She pushes to a 110 kmph and I think she has maxed out, but soon enough a look at the speedo claims she is doing a 118 kmph... On the best of roads, I haven't crossed 115kmph, so, excitedly, i keep her going, with an eye on the speedo. I pull my elbows closer to my knees as the road straightens, flying past a set of rumblers (speed breakers) at a 120kmph. My first instinct is to pull her back to a 110, but she surges ahead reassuringly and I decide to trust her. The road slopes downward, ever so slightly, pushing her back to a comfortable 120 and possibly even a little higher. I don't dare take my eyes off the road anymore, but I think we touched about 122-124kmph (real speed on a V-Box speed gauge should be a 115-118 kmph). These are the feelings that we rarely take the time to feel in our urban lifestyle. Too scared to explore what lies beyond the shadow of fear, we often miss out on the best of things. But the things that lie beyond our fears are often the best things in life.
There is no need to be right about everything. But there is a need.... a need for faith
Its amazing what even machines will do for us when we have faith. What men could do, can only be left to imagination, for, we have not the limitations of machines. Time will move on, and you cannot control it, but always keep in mind that you are the one that sets the time on your wrist watch.
ThinkingInfinity.
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