A short montage of my passion for motorcycling...
and a song I love to go with it...
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Monday, September 9, 2013
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Pune Bikers Monsoon Ride June 2013
Combined meet up monsoon shoot and ride of the Team RSA Rubber Smokin' Angels, Free Souls Riding Club and The Bikerni:Association of Female Bikers-India...
Thanks to Devjeet Saha and DZone Technologies
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
The Bikernis are Calling!!
See the beauty through our eyes,
They speak out from the deep…
We call you out from your slumber,
We wake you up from your sleep…
Never fear, Sister dear,
There are more women bikers like you.
They are here and if you hear,
The throaty rumbles all around you,
Focus on the ones that call,
Beckon you to an angelic fall…
Never listen to the ones that say,
Stay here; you don't need to go away…
The Bikernis are here to vroom,
Shake this world with our boom…
Can’t you hear us calling?
Saving you from further falling?
Time is now to shake it up.
Get on that motorcycle lady and wake that engine up..
UP UP UP!! JUST WAKE THAT ENGINE UP..
GO Roar!!
Shake it UP
And GO ROAR!!
No matter what you ride,
What matters is your passion!
Have a 100cc motorbike?
Who says that is out of fashion?
It doesn’t matter how you roll,
Don’t ever listen to @#$holes!!
You heard us, you got that right!
Don’t bother; look your dreams are in sight!!
We are here Sister dear!!
We are here to always guide you!!
We are waiting at scary turns,
We are here right beside you!!
Don’t give up without a fight!
One day, you’ll be riding..
Towards that morning light!!
We are here..
-The Bikerni
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Hear the Woman Biker's Roar!!
I'm a woman biker and I live a stormy life.
I'm a sister, I'm a mother, I'm someone's caring wife.
I wear my jacket then put on some riding boots and kickstart my motorcycle then ride until the pain starts to shoot!
I care not what you think of me, I bother not that you stare!
All your egotistical mumblings, isn't fucking really fair!
I am a woman and riding is what I really like to do.
That my riding's done on a motorcycle is not really up to you!
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| Biker Woman's Roar |
I am tough, I am strong. What I do isn't at all wrong.
Then why do you comment and torment?
Throw mean words in ruthless torrents?
Get out of my way!! Lest I ride you down.
Get out of my way as I vroom on downtown!
Strength of a woman, deeply flows in me.
The grace of a woman, like a budding flower hides in me.
Watch me as I roar, rumble and then soar!!
Watch me move, watch me roll, watch me make diamonds from coal!
I am a woman biker, hear this wonderful woman roar!!!
-Urvashi Patole
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| I am a Bikerni! Hear me Roar!! |
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
My Best Friend and I: Memories of Days Gone By
As we walked on the sand, I looked over at my best friend and soul sister of 11 years. I followed her gaze to the group of 18-19 years old college girls who were splashing around in the water having a ball of a time. We had come to the dam with the intention of reliving our old days when we would sneak into the dam, scale fences and play in the deep water. We had gone to our favorite sneak route which no one knew about when we used to go to the dam regularly and realised that it had been fenced off completely with construction going everywhere in the area. It was no longer our secluded place of days gone by where we could sit by the water's edge, attempt at gymnastics and acrobatics, talk about our girly problems and have our much loved chocolates and snacks.
She and I had become friends under unusual circumstances when we were 13 or so. The first time I met her, I thought she was too prim and proper as she had worn a salwar kameez on that day and she, on the other hand, thought I was a bimbo as I was wearing a short skirt which she didn't know was actually a short with a flap of cloth in front to make it look like one. We decided to risk a chance at friendship and agreed to meet the following day. We hit it off immediately and were playing parkour at the top floor of our building within the hour and celebrated our friendship with masala pav and thums up. From then on, we were inseparable. We had our share of stupid spats and serious fights, crying over boys and laughing at our silliest of mistakes. We were there for each other at the darkest of hours and at the happiest of times.We would ride to all the adventure destinations together, sometimes on my motorcycle and sometimes on her activa. We never needed anyone else's company during such jaunts. We would climb mountains, cross mighty waterfalls, trek through slippery hills, climb to the top of under construction buildings with just the help of the bamboo frames around it, race and practise stunts on bikes together. I remember her saving my life from a precarious fall off a hill and I repaying her back after approximately two hours when she lost her grip in a fast flowing stream and almost flowed off the edge of a waterfall if I hadn't been there to break her fall.
We headed towards the opposite side of the lake which was a popular haunt for tourists and youngsters alike. We had not eaten anything as we were on a diet and upon that she was on a fast. After much contemplation and the tempting aroma of onion pakodas in the air, we bought a ton of pakodas, some vada pao not to forget the packet of chips and chocolates we already had and headed down to the beach.
Zooming back to staring at the group of 19 somethings, we had decided not to go into water for a number of foolish reasons such as our feet getting sandy and wet, the clothes getting dirty, feeling too lazy to take off our shoes and a subconscious, "We are too old for this kind of thing." So we ate our snacks and continued looking at the girls and laughing at their antics when it suddenly hit me that we were behaving the way we promised we never would. We had made each other swear that whatever age it may be and how many responsibilities we may bear, we would always remain young at heart and not let troubles bog us down.
We had many troubles going in our own separate lives, some of them too painful to think about and some too painful to forget. But we had sworn that it would never affect us and we would never turn into those people who forgot what fun and being happy-go-lucky was all about.
So, I shook her out of her reverie and told her, "No, get up right now and take off your shoes. We are getting into that lake right now and I don't care about the damn clothes or our feet getting muddy." And I didn't have to tell her twice. We took off our shoes, folded up our pants and held hands as we tread the cold water. All our memories of the days gone by flashed by us and didn't go away. Our faces lit up in smiles and I told her, "I know how old you felt as you sat by the water and so did I, but we aren't old and never will be. Promise me that we will never stop being ourselves and will always be as adventurous and fun-loving as we always were." My best friend pulled back the curly locks shielding her face, smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't ever forget."
"Don't ever forget who you are and never let other's decide what you are supposed to do. Your heart knows best for you."
She and I had become friends under unusual circumstances when we were 13 or so. The first time I met her, I thought she was too prim and proper as she had worn a salwar kameez on that day and she, on the other hand, thought I was a bimbo as I was wearing a short skirt which she didn't know was actually a short with a flap of cloth in front to make it look like one. We decided to risk a chance at friendship and agreed to meet the following day. We hit it off immediately and were playing parkour at the top floor of our building within the hour and celebrated our friendship with masala pav and thums up. From then on, we were inseparable. We had our share of stupid spats and serious fights, crying over boys and laughing at our silliest of mistakes. We were there for each other at the darkest of hours and at the happiest of times.We would ride to all the adventure destinations together, sometimes on my motorcycle and sometimes on her activa. We never needed anyone else's company during such jaunts. We would climb mountains, cross mighty waterfalls, trek through slippery hills, climb to the top of under construction buildings with just the help of the bamboo frames around it, race and practise stunts on bikes together. I remember her saving my life from a precarious fall off a hill and I repaying her back after approximately two hours when she lost her grip in a fast flowing stream and almost flowed off the edge of a waterfall if I hadn't been there to break her fall.
We headed towards the opposite side of the lake which was a popular haunt for tourists and youngsters alike. We had not eaten anything as we were on a diet and upon that she was on a fast. After much contemplation and the tempting aroma of onion pakodas in the air, we bought a ton of pakodas, some vada pao not to forget the packet of chips and chocolates we already had and headed down to the beach.
Zooming back to staring at the group of 19 somethings, we had decided not to go into water for a number of foolish reasons such as our feet getting sandy and wet, the clothes getting dirty, feeling too lazy to take off our shoes and a subconscious, "We are too old for this kind of thing." So we ate our snacks and continued looking at the girls and laughing at their antics when it suddenly hit me that we were behaving the way we promised we never would. We had made each other swear that whatever age it may be and how many responsibilities we may bear, we would always remain young at heart and not let troubles bog us down.
We had many troubles going in our own separate lives, some of them too painful to think about and some too painful to forget. But we had sworn that it would never affect us and we would never turn into those people who forgot what fun and being happy-go-lucky was all about.
So, I shook her out of her reverie and told her, "No, get up right now and take off your shoes. We are getting into that lake right now and I don't care about the damn clothes or our feet getting muddy." And I didn't have to tell her twice. We took off our shoes, folded up our pants and held hands as we tread the cold water. All our memories of the days gone by flashed by us and didn't go away. Our faces lit up in smiles and I told her, "I know how old you felt as you sat by the water and so did I, but we aren't old and never will be. Promise me that we will never stop being ourselves and will always be as adventurous and fun-loving as we always were." My best friend pulled back the curly locks shielding her face, smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't ever forget."
"Don't ever forget who you are and never let other's decide what you are supposed to do. Your heart knows best for you."
Monday, January 9, 2012
Favorite videos
A list of my favorite videos of the association i kick-started called The Bikerni-Association of Female Bikers-India
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
The Bikerni-Why I Ride
People say," Women have no riding sense",
" She's riding because she wants to prove something to someone",
"Must have no morals",
"Let's trouble her and make her fall".
Family says, "You want to spoil your name and ours?What will our relatives say? That we have no control over our child?".
Our Biking brothers sneer and say, "Hah!! You riding a bike? Poor bike, let's see how soon you gonna screw it up or yourself in a crash",
" You never gonna be a better rider than a guy",
" Leave the riding to us, you are better off as pillion".
This is what women bikers get to hear and much more than this.
Let me tell you why we ride.
We ride not because we are rebels or have to prove something.
We ride because the machine fascinates us as much as it does you.
We grew up staring in awe at the big bikes roaring by too.
We ride because we want to, not because we have to show that random guy with the big motorcycle in the block that shucks we can ride a geared 2 wheeler too.
We ride because we love to explore more roads and no-roads, because we love the adrenaline that courses through our veins as we open the throttle further with our slender gloved womanly hands.
We ride for the same reasons as you my biking brother.
We ride to attain the kind of peace and nirvana that only a motorcycle can give.
We had our share of pains and sorrows too that we could help heal only on a motorcycle on a long ride alone or with our biking sisters.
We ride because we were meant to, just as you were too.
Its never a question of whether men are better riders or women are, its how we handle the bike that matters that's it.
Why we ride?
We ride for the journey not the destination so do you don't you?
We had our share of falls and breakdowns too.
We like a good meal, a smoke, a good beer and don't mind getting our hands greased while fixing our bikes, we are as different and as similar as you.
Yes, we dream motorcycles too.
" She's riding because she wants to prove something to someone",
"Must have no morals",
"Let's trouble her and make her fall".
Family says, "You want to spoil your name and ours?What will our relatives say? That we have no control over our child?".
Our Biking brothers sneer and say, "Hah!! You riding a bike? Poor bike, let's see how soon you gonna screw it up or yourself in a crash",
" You never gonna be a better rider than a guy",
" Leave the riding to us, you are better off as pillion".
This is what women bikers get to hear and much more than this.
Let me tell you why we ride.
We ride not because we are rebels or have to prove something.
We ride because the machine fascinates us as much as it does you.
We grew up staring in awe at the big bikes roaring by too.
We ride because we want to, not because we have to show that random guy with the big motorcycle in the block that shucks we can ride a geared 2 wheeler too.
We ride because we love to explore more roads and no-roads, because we love the adrenaline that courses through our veins as we open the throttle further with our slender gloved womanly hands.
We ride for the same reasons as you my biking brother.
We ride to attain the kind of peace and nirvana that only a motorcycle can give.
We had our share of pains and sorrows too that we could help heal only on a motorcycle on a long ride alone or with our biking sisters.
We ride because we were meant to, just as you were too.
Its never a question of whether men are better riders or women are, its how we handle the bike that matters that's it.
Why we ride?
We ride for the journey not the destination so do you don't you?
We had our share of falls and breakdowns too.
We like a good meal, a smoke, a good beer and don't mind getting our hands greased while fixing our bikes, we are as different and as similar as you.
Yes, we dream motorcycles too.
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