Read this quote couple of days back. And to be honest, was not much of a help. Inspiring it is but for someone who has been contemplating taking up cycling again, after an easy gap of decade, it doesnt help much.

And after so called contemplation and deliberation, today I gave in. I had my first round of pedaling in ten years. I like to think eight but I know it has to be ten. And believe me when I say it was not easy at all. Not easy. Not at all. And I have no idea about being faster. What I know is, that I cannot feel my bums right now. I had them when I left home. But now it seems like they got lost somewhere on the track. I guess, I will find them in a while.

And I hope Mr Lemond was right when he said the above quote. Let’s see.

Day 1 – 2 Feb 2012 – Lake and Back (approx 20 kms) – 105 Minutes
Day 2 – 3 Feb 2012 – Lake & Back In One Piece – 110 Minutes
Day 3 – 4 Feb 2012 – Just Before Lake & Back – Me In One Piece, Bicycle In Two – 110 Minutes

Just before the last round-about to Lake, left pedal came out. There was some cranking noise coming and pedal was acting a bit funny. But I didn’t know it will get this interesting. At first I got a bit annoyed. When I couldn’t fix the pedal by hand, it got me furious. Not at cycle or pedal or anyone. Just because I couldn’t finish my round. But then I decided to start walking back. Reached Sector 17 petrol pump and asked the driver of a truck standing there for wrench. Though he was in a hurry to begin his day, am glad that he still assisted anyway. So I got to put the pedal back on. Still cranky all the way. Kept wishing for pedal to stay at its place, and kept rolling my way back home. Am glad it stayed on.

Day 4 – 6 Feb 2012 – Same Route – On the beat of Kaskade’s BBC Radio One Essential Mix – 100 Minutes ….. and Fog was a nice add-on

What is Strong?

Is it muscle?
Or is it something more?
Is it measured in miles or milliseconds?
Is it your best time or your worst day?

Maybe strong is just what you have left when you’ve used up all your weak…

What Is Strong?

Munh aayi baat na rehndi e

Jhoott aakhaan kuch bachda e

Sach aakhaan baambar machda e

Donhaan galaan toun ji jachda e

Jach jach ke jibhaan kehndi e

Munh aayi baat na rehndi e

Jiss paya bheit qalandar da

Rah khojya apne andar da

O waasi hai sukh mandar da

Jithe charhdi e na lendi e

Munh aayi baat na rehndi e

Ik laazim baat adab di e

Saanu baat maloomi sab di e

Har har vich soorat rabb di e

Kite zaahir kite chhup behndi e

Munh aayi baat na rehndi e

E tilkan baazi vehrha e

Thamm thamm ke ttur anhera e

Varh andar wekho kehrha e

Kyun khalkat baahar ddhunddindi e

Munh aayi baat na rehndi e

Bhullah shou asaan toun vakh nahi

Bin shou te dujja kakh nahi

Parr vekhan vaali akh nahi

Taain jaan judaayaan sehndi e

Munh aayi baat na rehndi e

Parh parh ilm kitaabaan da tu naam rakh leya qaazi

Hath vich pharh ke talvaaraan tu naam rakh leya ghaazi

Makke Madine ghum aya tu naam rakh leya haaji

Bhullah tu ki haasil kita je yaar na rakhya raazi!

(I have heard this earlier, but I think I missed out on last stanza. Heard it today, and am completely blown by the power of words in that. Amazing. Beautiful)

Hear it: Na Raindee Hai, Arieb Azhar, Coke Studio, Season 3

Translation

I must speak my mind

I speak untrue and something remains

I speak the truth and the fire is lit

I am afraid of both outcomes

Apprehensively my tongue quivers

I must speak my mind

Who puts on the garb of the dervish

Burrows the way into his self

Will inherit the temple of peace

Where there is no rise or fall

I must speak my mind

A point to be noted if I may

I know the secret of all

In each is the face of the lord

Flowing apparent somewhere hidden

I must speak my mind

The world is a slippery place

Tread carefully for ’tis dark

Go inside see who’s there

Why do the people search outside

I must speak my mind

Bhullah, the beloved is not separate from us

Besides the beloved there is naught else

But the discerning eye is missing

Therefore life endures separation

I must speak my mind

Learning through the rote of books you call yourself a scholar

Grasping the sword in your hand you call yourself a warrior

Having visited Mecca and Medina you call yourself a pilgrim

Bhullah, what have you accomplished if you have not remained true to your friend!

I want to jump out through that window….

- Bruce Lee (27 November 1940 – 20 July 1973)

“I hit him in the eye yesterday.”

The word is “ONLY”.

The Message:

1. ONLY I hit him in the eye yesterday. (No one else did.)

2. I ONLY hit him in the eye yesterday. (Did not slap him.)

3. I hit ONLY him in the eye yesterday. (I did not hit others.)

4. I hit him ONLY in the eye yesterday. (I did not hit outside the eye.)

5. I hit him in ONLY the eye yesterday. (Not other organs.)

6. I hit him in the ONLY eye yesterday. (He doesn’t have another eye..)

7. I hit him in the eye ONLY yesterday. (Not today.)

8. I hit him in the eye yesterday ONLY. (Did not wait for today.)

This is the beauty and complexity of the English language.

God grant me the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change;

courage to change the things I can;

and wisdom to know the difference.