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The Thump - Discover the Real Hero

Some walk (Chalta Hai). And yap that they are the nation's heartbeat. Some run (Daudta Hai). And yap that they are the fastest. They are actually buzzing off fearing somebody's roar.  Somebody who would thump them to surrender. Somebody who need not yap to make his presence felt. Discover the real Hero. Discover your Passion. Get a life. Get a Bullet. 

The Initiation

It was a March evening. Night to be precise. We had been and were breaking our head and sweating guts for the event next day. "Fest-O-Com", or "Festival of Commerce", the inter-college competition conducted by the our college's Commerce Department, for commerce students from other colleges. Lots of things were not yet decided, such as who will give the Welcome Address, contents of the Convenor's Address, which we were required to prepare and get the approval from the Department Heads and other faculties. And everything was to be ready by the 7.00 AM next day! And it was less than 10 hours to go. There were guys working in lots and groups in different directions on different things. Entire stage was decorated and set up by the students. No third party contractors. Designing, erection of structures, everything was being done by students. Chairs were organized and security arrangements made only by students. Considering the ruckus that was created couple of yea...

BIG BAD MAD BULL

THE BIG BAD MACHINE Technology that is half a century old! Brand Name long forgotten by billions! Bike for long associated with goons and villains of the tinsel town. Mileage that will make any Indian bleed through eyes! Looks thats from Jurassic age! These are what I have been hearing ever since I saw a big black machine thumping along in a narrow road. The rider broad chested and heavy bellied. The typical large black sun glasses (Cooling Glasses, as he would prefer calling). Those golden (or gold plated) chains around his neck, a tough match for the Bullet's Chain. I have never ceased to wonder as to where on earth a bike such as that was made! My father, ever so proud of having riden a bullet in his heydays, used to say this "Bullet is the best". Then why the hell did he not have one? Nine out of ten people, whom I approached to know about Bullet, more out of curiosity than out of any big interest for a big, black and ugly machine, gave me the proverbial ten opinions...