The Misjudged Criminal

“This country has gone to the dogs!” muttered the mechanic as he bent over my shiny bike. I stood behind him and said nothing, boiling in the unseasonably hot weather that seemed to force every drop of water out of my body as sweat. I glanced at my watch and realized I was getting late

Ode To A Lost Savior

He came in the middle of the day, When it was bright & sunny. He took up the post, tough as it may, And vowed to protect me, from death and tyranny. For 1300 days he did not flinch from danger, Through pain and suffering, hurt and anguish, To hell, blood, scratches and tears, he

How To Kill The Nerve Endings In Your Bum

It’s very simple, actually. Does not involve any major surgery, does not involve a great deal of torture. All it takes is a 6-year-old motorbike that has seen better days, a 220-mile stretch of a badly maintained road, total disregard for the well-being of your ass and the ability to risk peeing blood for a

The Yamaha Enema

Take my advice – if you have to travel for more than 3 miles inside the city of Bangalore, do not – I repeat – do not ride pillion on a Yamaha bike. Its been three hours since I’ve gotten off the bike after a 15-mile ride and I’m still walking slowly with my legs