"Easy life with bounteous locker, now none of it but I live full and free!"
I am a Santhal young man in his late 20’s. I enjoy everything that any man of my age would, however, what fascinates me the most are only few things that could be counted on the fingers or maybe not. For 7 long years I was a hulk in many fields of work. That includes the mines of Noamundi and Joda-Barbil, in the Indian states of Jharkhand and Orissa respectively, as a mineral trader and logistics chief. My friends found me excellent in organizing and tackling the problems related to authority as well as people, so they offered me a job as a manager in a construction firm.
It was indeed a good experience rolling the roads in the southern interiors of Jharkhand, which is still Naxal infested. The land-mines and Naxals, combined with the local hooligans was a challenge for sure. I am glad I survived. Finally, my dream to have my own land, farm, cattle and a dog materialized. After I quit my job in the construction firm, I started my own dairy farm in the middle of a jungle that is adjacent to Jamshedpur, the city built by the TATA.
It was fun having my own land, milch cows and dogs. Though, it would have lasted longer if the agriculture sector in India had a good skilled and dedicated manpower but alas; what can you do but to shut down the operations. I dropped the shutter on my most admired venture in the year 2011. It was a very sad moment for me and more so for Rozza (Da Bitch), who missed all the cows and playing with them while we set all of them free in the afternoon for grazing in the open fields.
My life had to take a turn to introduce me to something that I almost gave up; traveling and writing among many other things. I met a friend after three years; we reconnected and decided to go for a road trip. It was the first massive road trip of my life where I covered 11 states, 3 union territories, all kinds of weather conditions and the topography. All of this, home to the highest motorable road of the world, to the beaches of western ghats, across central India, and back home in 64 days with more than 10,000km clocked on my 1968 Royal Enfield 350 STD.
The Himalayas, ride, road and near death experience changed me, or I would rather say; it brought out the real me. I took up writing and traveling (riding my bullet) as a full time profession. Today, I am in Mumbai and work as a content writer while I am active on many social and cultural fronts, directly as well as indirectly.
Explore through the pages of my site and do let me know what you think, what you hate, what you admire, what you expect, what you see, what is it that you can get from me and I can receive from you.