OGIO No Drag Mach 5 : Motorbike backpack : review

The Background.

Being in the software industry, I have to carry a laptop to office among other things. For a while now until recently I was commuting to my office in my car instead of my Kawasaki Ninja 250r hence carrying the laptop was no issue. Feeling guilty about not riding my ninja enough I decided to ride to office recently. The question was how do I carry my laptop. I had an "American Tourister" backpack which I thought would be convenient as it had a lot of space to carry my 15.6 inch screen laptop and other accessories.

The distance to my office from my residence is around 8 kms and I get enough straight stretches in between where I can take the ninja upto the speeds of 140 km/hr. The first day itself I felt major drag forces on my body due to the bag and after reaching home I could sense slight pain on my shoulders and back. I immediately realized that this bag was not made for riding. I had earlier bought a laptop bag for riding "Mobile Edge SecurePack" (http://www.mobileedge.com/securepack-black-1.html).

Mobile Edge Secure Pack

Mobile Edge Secure Pack : Inside view

I pulled it out of storage and took it to the office next day. There was a huge improvement in the stress on my body. I felt better with lesser stress on my shoulders and back as the bag distributed the weight evenly. Even the drag was significantly lesser but not totally unnoticeable. There was still some sort of drag and I was not able to push the ninja as fast as I could without the bag on my back. I used this bag for a while before my friend showed me the link to the OGIO website. 

I immediately took a liking to the OGIO No-Drag series of laptop bags. I decided to go for the top of the line Mach 5 model. I got my bag last week and have been using it for a week now. The first day I took out my ninja with the OGIO bag I was amazed at the difference. I did not feel any drag and on the contrary I felt I was getting a speed boost. It may be due to the better aerodynamics that I actually was feeling a draft or a push from the bag instead of drag. The bag is amazing with the space utilization and comfort. Last but not the least, the looks are killer.

The review.

Ergonomics: The bag has excellent aerodynamics which are very evident when riding the bike with the bag on the back. Instead of a drag it actually propels you forward. The carry handle is aerodynamic and concealed. The shoulder straps snugly fit the body and distributes the weight evenly so that there is no fatigue even after a long ride with a fully loaded bag. There is a quick release buckle on one of the shoulder straps to remove the bag easily from your back. I have been using for my daily commute to my office and yet to test it out on a longer distance although I very optimistic that it will come out with flying colors in that too. The internal space of the bag is very well organized and easily accessible. There are crevasses in the back foam which provide ventilation. The interior red lining makes the inner compartment very visible. 

Build: The bag is built with very good material and it shows. It's streamlined single shot molded exterior is nearly waterproof and will not deform with wind shear. Although it is early days for me I get a confidence that this bag will server me if God willing for a lot of years to come. Care has been taken to design small things which make a difference like the off center hip belt so that it does not scratch the tank and soft neck shoulder straps increase comfort while riding and will not scratch helmet exterior. The bag is also fitted with reflective strips so that the rider is visible at night to the traffic behind it.

Performance: I was of the opinion that with a laptop backpack on my back I will have to live with a certain amount of drag and will not have the same amount of fun riding my bike as I would have otherwise without the bag. I was proved wrong by OGIO. The first day I took my ninja out with the OGIO No-Drag Mach5 I felt a boost in the acceleration. Here I was hoping that at least there would be a reduction in the drag, on the contrary I was pleasantly surprised with a boost in acceleration instead of a drag. I am yet to understand the phenomenon behind this but I suspect the advanced aerodynamic design removes the drag and provides a reverse draft which actually pushes the bike forward even more.

Looks: There is no question that this is the best looking laptop bag I have ever seen. It doesn't look bulky yet has more than the space expected out of a laptop bag. The carbon weave shell on the outer looks stunning. It fits around the body snugly and looks very stylish instead of geeky. The OGIO logo looks fantastic.

Features: 
1. There is a removable zippered fleece lined hip pouch which can be attached to the hip belt to put small things which needs to be readily accessible during the ride like wallet etc.
2. There is a zippered fleece lined small pocket on top of the bag accessible directly without opening the bag.
3. There are shoe storage hooks inside the main storage to stack shoes for the commuting professional.
4. Padded interior helmet visor sleeve to store an extra visor during rides when we need two separate visors for day (UV protected) and night (clear).
5. There is some 450 cubic inches of extra capacity which can be used by opening the U shaped zipper around the main compartment.
6. The is a nubuck leather helmet carry strap well integrated with the shoulder strap and can also be removed when not used regularly.
7. Padded laptop sleeve with elastic closure which can fit most 15" laptops. I have a 15.6" Sony Vaio laptop which fits perfectly as shown in the pictures above.
8. Padded tablet sleeve.
9. The bag is hydration ready i.e. a hydration pack can be put in the pocket behind the laptop sleeve although it will eat up the bag capacity so I am not sure how useful the bag will be after putting in a hydration pack. This feature is yet to be tested.

Conclusion.

Concluding the review my last words would be that this bag comes with a premium price tag but is worth the buck because of the features and intelligent design. If we look at frequency of buying a motorbike laptop bag it is a good buy and a prized possession.

Kawasaki Ninja 250 R

The background

The day I rode the ninja out of the showroom I was in love with the bike. I have been riding bikes since 1994 when I first rode my brothers KB100. I became a regular biker 1999 onwards. I got my hand on a new bike for the first time in 2003 when I first bought a pulsar 180. I enjoyed riding the pulsar for many years including my trips to Leh and Kaza on it. I loved the classic pulsar 180 for its ability for stunting.

I was looking for ways to get my hand on a higher capacity bike preferably a 600cc within my means. I went to Mauritius for a while to work and had almost finalized buying the Honda CBR600RR but I decided to move back to India before that. I first saw the ninja 250 in flesh for the first time when I was in Australia on an official tour and I had heard about the news that it is going to come to India. I was almost certain that I will go for it. It looked awesome.

When I first heard the on-road price of the ninja in India in Aug 2009, I too was disappointed like everybody else and felt that the price was not justified for just a 250cc bike. Of course, the reason for this was that I didn’t much know about this bike or understood the technology that goes into building it. I could have easily bought the ninja then since I was a bachelor without much responsibilities and access to easy loans but I somehow convinced myself that the ninja was not worth the money and didn’t much looked like a bigger bike in terms of sound and looks from the rear.

Of late for the past few months I was getting bored of riding my pulsar 180 in the city as I was yearning for more power. I started reading up on the ninja, its capabilities and that is when I came to know that it is the best 250cc in the world. I read more about it and started to understand its technology and the reason why it has a price that it has. It looked like a promising candidate to satiate my urge for power for now. I didn’t have any options for going for a 600cc in India legally. The 1000cc bikes were very impractical and out of reach financially. Though I was convinced that the ninja justifies its price but was still a little too much for me considering that I got married and had responsibilities now. I looked for other options to provide for my need for an adrenaline rush. I looked at the Bajaj Avenger, Bajaj Pulsar 220, Yamaha R-15, Yamaha FZ-16, and Yamaha FZS.

The more I read about the ninja the more I got convinced. I spoke to my wife about the idea of buying a ninja. Initially she was not convinced and asked me to look for other options. Then we went to the PBK showroom to have a look and that is when she got struck with the bike too. I spoke to my parents and brothers and they were supportive. I was decided then. I went and booked the black ninja. Within 2 days I got a call that the bike was ready for delivery. Unfortunately I was not in town so had to wait a bit.

Finally the day came and I rode out the ninja. It was perfect. I knew that the motor is not a head turner for the initial 3-5 k rpms so I was not impatient. I was amazed at the smoothness of the engine and the gearbox when I rode back the new bike to my house. The stability was flawless and the confidence it boosted was unquestionable. When I came to know that I will need to keep the bike below 4 k rpm till the first 800 kms, I used to fret how I would manage the run-in period but I read a lot on running in the ninja and was convinced that the factory stated method was very conservative, I decided to use the Duke’s method for running in my ninja and I was excited that I will be able to experience the ninja much sooner in its higher revving form. I ensured that I didn’t stress the engine before it was warmed up so whenever I started out on a cold engine I used to keep the revs below 4 k for the first few kms till the engine got warmed up. I also kept a watch on the engine temperature so that I don’t overheat it. I took my ninja to different rpms so that the piston rings settle down properly. I took my bike on the expressway on one night. The engine was warmed up and well lubricated. I reached the sixth gear keeping the revs around 4k rpm mark. Then I started to accelerate to higher rpms progressively often leaving the throttle to give the bike some engine braking before taking it higher to the next rpm level. This helped in giving it multiple progressive heat cycles. I took it to a max of 13 k rpm within the first 200 kms riding at a speed of around 160 kmph on the odo.

During this ride I realized the stability and the power of the bike. The bike felt smooth even at speeds of 120-130 kmph. Post 130 kmph there was some stress visible on the engine but it was more like the engine is working hard rather than the engine is trying hard. Even at 160 kmph the engine felt comfortable although it was stressed. There were no major vibrations; the rear view mirrors were vibration free. The bike felt very stable without shuddering due to winds, the aerodynamics of the bike were working amazingly. The stability boosted my confidence. I overtook all the high speed traffic on the expressway. The headlights lighted up the road adequately and the windscreen offered me enough protection from the oncoming winds. I was cruising at 160 kmph and felt very confident at that speed and the comfort was almost like riding in a car at that speed. I was enjoying the adrenaline rush and when I released the throttle and took my head up I was stung with a draft of high speed wind hitting my chest. That was when I realised I was going very fast.
The braking on this bike is also confidence inspiring. The braking is solid and when applied in a straight line even at high speeds it does not give a shaky feeling.

The Review

Looks: The looks of this bike are sporty and it shows that it is a younger sibling of the ZX series. The fairings and the tank are meaty and the headlights give it a mean appearance that Kawasaki is known for. The front contours culminate into a well shaped rear end. The 130/70 rear tyre does not give it looks of a big bike from the rear but then again it is not that big a bike. Overall it is a sporty bike with envy inspiring looks. We can safely say it is the best looking bike in its category.

Build: The bike has world class build quality. Each and every part of the bike is the same which is offered in global market in all countries and the Japanese build quality shows in the bike. The engine sounds refined not as much as a Honda engine but then again Kawasaki engines have proved themselves on the track enough times and the technology of the ninja engine is coming from the same breed of engines. The fairings do not rattle at speeds and a fitted well. The gear shifts are smooth. They have a solid feel of the gear clicking into position.

Performance: Take the bike beyond 6 k rpm and there is a surge of power waiting to be unleashed. One can feel this power when you accelerate the bike and you reach the speed of 100 kmph before you even realize that the traffic ahead of which looked very distant is suddenly close at hand. It takes a while to get used to this sudden acceleration. It is slightly scary in the beginning because do not anticipate the acceleration but with time and practice we get used to it. The engine appears stress free upto speeds of 100 kmph, from 100 – 130 kmph the engines seems to put in effort and beyond that till 150 kmph seems to be working hard (not trying to work hard ). The braking is superior quality. One has the confidence of riding this bike on high speeds because he knows that the moment he applies those brakes the bike will come to a standstill within moments. The tyre grips well on the tarmac.

Ride quality: I have read a lot of people talk about the ninja being just 30 cc more than the p220 or just one cylinder more or just 12 bhp more than the p220 and that this increase does not justify the price tag it has. Apart from the technical superiority in its league one more thing that makes the ninja a class apart from other bikes in its category available in India is the ride quality. The comfortable riding position and the suspensions combined with the great performing engine provide a great riding experience. The suspensions are bit hard on bad roads but that is more to do with the suspension settings tweaked for track performance. I still have to experiment with the 5 setting options for the mono-shock in the rear.

Conclusion

I have ridden my ninja for almost 1100 kms and am yet to experiment with hard acceleration but even then I have had my share of fun accelerating moderately in the traffic and it is adequate to leave all of the traffic behind. The bike has enough power to give me an adrenaline boost and it has renewed my passion for biking. I had started going to my office in my car off late before I bought my ninja. I have again started going to my office on my bike. I enjoy the ride between my home and office. This is a very practical sports bike for Indian conditions. I can utilize its full potential on the expressways and I enough reserve power range in normal traffic to accelerate quickly out of situations. The moment we move into higher cc category they no longer seem practical options and are more of a weekend bikes. Also in traffic the 600cc and the 1000cc bike heat up very quickly whereas the ninja fares pretty well in bumper to bumper traffic. It is also a very well balanced and not so heavy bike. As soon as I get a chance to take it to the hills I am sure I will be in for a surprise on the twisties. 

Spiti madness

Those were the best days of my life ...

The wind rustled through my hair. I was lost in the serene environment thinking about the concept of friendship. What makes one choose one person as a friend over another? How does one trust another? How does friendship transform during the process of life? Will I ever again be able to be with like this with all my friends together at one place again?

I had no answers. The wind kept racing against me. The snow and ice made the winds cold and they cut through the small gaps in the clothing and made their presence felt. It hits you in an instant. You have a brigade of friends, you feel you can face the world. The moment you walk out of your college, you enter the world and it hits you. The flock you were part of is wide spread now. You desperately calm your mind into believing that this how the world works. But does it matter to you how the world works, you just want to be with your friends again. Those moments of joy, of sheers happiness keep coming back to you.

Some try to drown themselves in work, some marry, some create a social circle but no one is able to fill the void. It just happens, the people you want to be with the most are farthest away. Even if you meet again, have a get together, things are not the same, everyone has evolved. The minds which were shaped together for years start to explore independently and are no more connected. A gush of wind flew off my head cover. I felt cold. The snow covered peaks all around looked mesmerizing.

All these thoughts rushing to through my mind causing hot blood to run through the veins covered by the skin which was cold from the winds blowing on top of Rohtang Pass. What started as a group of 13 college friends reduced to 8 after the departure of 5 of them a day before was now only 4 at the near top of the peak at Rohtang Pass. The other 4 decided to stay down. I somehow connected this to what might happen after our college days are over. We start reducing as everyone takes on their individual journey into the world. Different priorities, different perspectives.

What must have been a few minutes felt like I was absorbed for hours in these thoughts. I turned around to see my friends standing. Sunny, Rahul and Biplab were preparing to capture our moment of glory on film, standing topless in the snow at 15000 ft above sea level. It was cold and we were standing without our shirts ready for the shot. Then sunny started to take off his layers, the over coat, the jacket, the pullover, the shirt, the t-shirt inside and I don't remember more but we almost froze to death before he was ready. The camera was set up for a timer shot and cheez ... that moment is still fresh in my mind. The air was thin. We were breathing harder and we were advised not to come up as the weather changes dramatically and it could become worse at the top. Succumbing to the temptations four of us climbed up.

The first thing Rahul and I did was to stamp our climb by releasing our pressures. We enjoyed standing on near the top. In those moments we were shielded by everything else. We had no worries no thoughts in our minds, only the pristine beauty around us and we were trying to squeeze in all of that into our memories. Soon it was time to get back. We started to climb down and suddenly Biplab's one foot caved into the snow up to his knees. We had to dig out his boots. Our legs were already cold as some snow had seeped into the boots and now our hands were frozen too after the digging. We decided to slide down to the base of the peak. We put our overcoat under us and just slide on the ice. It was fun but we realized later that it could have been dangerous.

Four more friends were waiting below Gaurav, Lokesh, Parichay and Sriram. We had one more cursory look at the scenary trying to capture the most and got back into the jeep. The return was rather quite. Most of us had seen snow for the first time including me. We were still in awe of what we had witnessed. We returned the rented overcoats and boots on the way. We reached Manali and it was already late afternoon. We had to reach Bhuntar before 6 p.m. which was the departure time for our bus. We agreed with the taxi driver to drop us till Kullu from where we had to take a bus back to Bhuntar. On the way we stopped at a mandir where everyone paid their homage to God. The taxi driver was a mountain guide too. He kept telling us his stories. We reached Kullu bus stop. We immediately boarded a bus to Bhuntar as we didn't have time. We wanted the taxi to drop us till Bhuntar but he also had to return back. We anxiously sat in the bus till we reached Bhuntar just in time.

Our bus was ready. We boarded it. Only to find that we were not getting the seats we were promised. The ticket said only 2 seats in the last row and rest in the middle but we were being given 4 back row seats. The booking people justified it by saying that they don't have any online booking and so two people were booked the same seats. We didn't buy this and argued. They threatened to leave us here for the next bus if we did not agree. This was the trigger needed. Gaurav Sharma was up in an instant. This guy has all the muscles but I seldom see him angry and this was one of those moments. I wanted to capture this on camera but things were serious. The eight of us told them either we get the seats marked on our ticket or this bus is not going. We had this thing of fighting for justice as we consistently did this in college, in cricket matches, punishment by the principal ...

Finally, they gave in as we were a determined lot and we were on our way back to Delhi. After 6 days of sheer pleasure we just relaxed. Some more clicks and most of us went off to sleep. The bus jolted to a stop and my thoughts were interrupted. I had reconstructed the whole day in my thoughts. We had stopped for dinner. We got down, ordered food, topped up our stomachs and were back on the way to Delhi. We had some jokes about the absurd food rates at the dhaba but then we did not have any options.

A week ago all of us had just finished our final exams for our third year in college. We were sitting outside the library and wondering what should we do. With no conclusions we departed. I wanted to suggest a trip but decided to come up with a destination first. That night I met up with a friend of mine who does these treks and trips regularly. He told me about a place called Pulga in Himachal. With a vague idea about the location of the place I suggested it to my friends and we decided to go for it.

The next day i.e. 29th May 2001 we went to ISBT to get tickets for Bhuntar. Somehow 13 of us had agreed to go. This was the largest group ever for me to go on a trip. We collected the money and got the ticket for 30th May, 2001. Parichay, Gaurav and I had gone to do this errand. It was decided that Parichay would be acting as our accountant. While returning we bought some bags, clothes etc from the Monastery market. The best thing about all this was that it was a very quick series of decisions. We decided to go on 28, 29 we got the tickets and 30 we were off on our trip that too with 13 people.

Gaurav, Sriram and I reached ISBT in a taxi. Soon Rajesh and Abhishek joined in hitchhiking their way up to ISBT. Then Sunny and Bips in an auto. We were all ready to embark on our journey. By 8:30 pm we were all set in the bus and the journey began. Everyone was excited. The bus stopped at a local shack where we had our dinner. After the dinner everyone in the bus started to doze off.

Early morning sunrise hit me in the eye and I felt like we were flying in the sky. We had already started our ascent in the Himlayas. It was a beautiful sight. The clean air, greenery all around, slowly climbing bus and the plains getting smaller and smaller with every revolution of the tyre. People started waking up. Now some among us had a thing for climbing in a bus. So they had taken a pill called "Avomin" and they continued sleeping. The bus started having some trouble and we had to stop at a service station. We were delayed by around and hour till the bus was being repaired. We started to explore the area and started to climb a nearby hill. Sriram started collecting pine cones. We came back all pressurized and queued in front of the loo.

Finally, we were ready to move. We stopped again a little later for breakfast. Everyone was refreshed and the sleeping beauties Parichay and Rahul were awake too. We reached Bhuntar by around 9:30 am. We straight away went to the Bhuntar airstrip. It is a small airport for kullu. Now our resource manager Parichay had organized for us a short half day stay at one of the guest rooms at the airport so that we could freshen up before moving on towards Pulga. All 13 of us squeezed into the room and started for wash, brush etc. Some of us went out to arrange for lunch. The food came and we attacked it as we had been trained throughout college. We always believed in college that whether you buy a bottle of soft drink or attack a friend who had bought one, you will only get one sip if you are quick enough. We were experts at snatching our share and trust me it's a lot of fun...

Finally some of us remained hungry so we went out again and ate in the market. I got my shoe repaired which had got some problems. We were ready to move again. We found out that the way to reach Pulga is to catch the next local bus at 3:00 pm which goes up to a place called Varshyani after Manikaran and from there we would have to trek a bit to Pulga. The best part about this trip was that none of us had ever been to Pulga. In fact no one had ever heard about it. My friend had just given me some directions. We had no maps, we were just on a wild hunt for this place. The bus was crowded and some of us felt like having some fresh air so we climbed on the roof of the bus.


Our ride on the rooftop was fun. Overlooking the cliffs we got our adrenalin pumping and the driver was assisting us by getting too close to the cliffs. It was like a roller coaster ride only without the safety measures. We reached Manikaran by evening. There was a gurudwara and a hot water spring nearby. We spent some time there by the river which was wild. The bus had again got some problems and hence the delay. Now we had to decide either we stay at Manikaran and move to Pulga next day or we do Pulga the same day. I thought if we stay we will lose time and since the bus was ready we decided to move on. This time the driver asked us to sit in the bus as the road ahead was treacherous and at most places only one vehicle could pass.

Many a time the bus had to reverse to reach an area where an oncoming vehicle could pass it. The covered peaks became visible. We were never short of incidences on this trip. This time a local man got in the bus with a lot of boxes which he put on the floor of the bus and moved a little ahead. Now these boxes were cramping on us as there was not much space in the bus and we had requested him to move them. He didn't listen. The bus took a jolt and one of the boxes fell on the stairs of the bus. Now this gentlemen gets into an argument with us that we had pushed the box. We retaliated and it was a big argument there with that guy saying that he will get back at us. We all were finally settled by the others in the bus.

We reached Varshyani and it started to get dark. I think it was 7:30 already. Varshyani is the last point where the bus could reach. We got down and started asking for directions to Pulga. One of the locals told us that it right across on the other hill and it will take us half an hour to reach. Another one said that was dangerous to go at this hour as the route passed through a dense cover of trees in the forest and there were no police here. He warned us if we get into any brawl with the locals we might get ourselves killed. This was a trigger. Some of us thought we should stay at Varshyani that night and go to Pulga in the morning. Varshyani had nothing. Only a couple of huts. We didn't know where to find shelter. It was dark already. We had to make a decision. We decided to move ahead.

We trudged along crossing the stream flowing in between to get onto the other side. The path was very thin and it was hard to see anything. None of us was carrying any proper torch. This was one of the preparatory mistakes we made. Addy had a small torch of his. I am not sure how much of a help it was but Addy was leading us with the torch in his hand. We reached a bifurcation. The locals had told us that one side was Kalga where it was more costly to find accommodation and one side was Pulga. We were unsure where to go. We turned towards Pulga. I was at the very back and had taken out the small knife which I usually carry on treks. It was very dark, we didn't know where we were heading and there was no one around. Although we were 13 of us but still it was a bit scary.

We reached a small Mandir under a tree and there was some kind of animal sacrifice made earlier. We took a break there. Everyone was dead tired. We were on the move since the night before. The exertion was taking its toll. Shaoor was already feeling a little temperature. We were not even carrying food and everyone was hungry. I started to doubt our decision of reaching Pulga on the same day. I had this feeling of guilt as I had suggested the place and was the only person who had the slightest idea about the place. I had got these 13 people stranded here in the night with nowhere to go. We were not even sure whether we were heading the right way or not.

Shaoor took some biscuits that one of us had and took a pill. I was amazed to see the dedication of this guy. He just asked me to support him and he said he will move along. The path was so narrow that we were almost moving in a pile with Addy in the front and Shaoor and me in the back. After a while Addy saw some light inside a cave. It was most probably some fire. We thought there might be someone who might tell us if we were on the correct path to Pulga and how far was it. Addy used his vocal chords but in return what we got scared us. It was some sort of growling sound. We moved fast ahead. We were not sure who made that sound and were in no mood to investigate. It was already very late. It must be more than 9 pm.

We were afraid that we had lost our way. We took another break and decided that we will move on till 10 pm and if we don't reach Pulga we will stop where we reach and start again in the morning. We started collecting wood sticks on the way. We would use if to stoke up a fire if we stay the night out in the mountains. Some of us were still having a nice time, clicking photographs, joking around.

Crossing many unsupported wooden bridges upon streams which we could only hear we continued moving forward. Finally, to our relief we could see the Pulga village some distance apart. We reached there by around 10:30 pm. We found a guesthouse. It was all dark, probably everyone was asleep. Some shouts and sounds later a man emerged from the house. We were saved. He had empty rooms in his guest house which we eagerly rented ad asked him for some food. While he was preparing food for us we kept our belonging into our rooms. Food arrived and we hogged.

It was time for some chit chat with friends. We had taken 4 rooms with 3 people sharing each room and the last room had 4 people. One room was a little far from rest of the rooms which were close together. Puneet felt like sleeping so he went to the room which was a little away and told his roommates to come later. We spoke to each other for some time and then decided to sleep. There was a door which separated the way to Puneet's room and this door was locked now so the other two guys were stuck. Since we were on the first floor there was no other way around to reach the other side. Puneet was sleeping all alone in that room. Nevertheless, Puneet's roommates stayed on this side adjusting in the other two rooms as it was too late to wake up the guys from the guest house.

I heard a knock on our door. I checked the time and it was around 2:30 am. We opened the door and it was Shaoor standing outside and seemed a bit worried. He said he and the other guys heard the sound of a piano. This was a secluded village with not even electricity and no connection to the road hence it was not possible to have a piano. In addition to the piano they also heard footsteps and 'ghungroos'. We got a bit worried about Puneet as he was all alone on the other side of the guest house but since it was already too late we decided to look at it in the morning.

We were woken up in the morning by both the Gauravs. Puneet was fine too and there had been a strange incident. Supposedly, Rajesh had lipstick marks on his cheeks. None of us had any lipstick with us and it was an unsolved mystery. Having joked about all the incident since the night we got ready and went for breakfast as we had to start the trek for Khirganga which was around 15 kms above Pulga. We ate and packed some for the way. Before leaving I asked if anyone was not interested in the trek then they could stay back and enjoy areas around Pulga but everyone wanted to go.

It was sheer fun trekking with a huge bunch of friends. We stopped often to click for snaps. It was a long trek. Every time we met a local he would tell us the destination is only half an hour and everytime we met a foreigner he told us it was far. We were carrying one bag with everyone's required belongings and that bag was being shuffled between me and Rahul. Parichay was our manager who was managing the "common" fund. The best part was that although we had collected money from everyone to build up the common fund it felt like we are getting things for free whenever they were bought out of the common fund. It was fun. We came across a bridge on top of a very ferocious waterfall and while crossing it sunny almost fell in the fall as the bridge support gave way but since he was coming last no one noticed it and he later told us about it.

Puneet was having a tough time and his legs got swollen of all the walking so we took a break. Few among us wanted to turn back as we were no longer sure how far was Khirganga but returning back was no longer an easy task as we had come along very far. It is situation like these which differentiate people of different temperament. Not everyone is built alike. I realized that though you could be friends with everyone but you can connect with only few of them and these are the ones you will miss once you are out of college and step into the real world. Somehow all of us agreed to keep moving ahead. Finally we reached the top to Khirganga.

We immediately went to the hot water spring and it was amazing to just enter the pool of hot water and we were rejuvenated. We stayed there for a while and then were thinking whether to stay back one night or start back when it started to rain. We had no other option but to spend the night in Khirganga. Khirganga is a very small place with few shacks and few small houses on top of a hill. There were very less people and few foreigners. We looked for some shelter and it was difficult to find a place for 13 people. We finally managed to get a large basement room in one of the houses. We ate dinner in a "Langar" which is free food given in a place of worship. Then it started getting cold and we searched for some wood to burn. It was dark all around. When it was time to sleep we came to know that we were only given 8 blankets and on top of that the carpet on which we were supposed to sleep on the floor was damp. Puneet was running with fever so we gave him 1 blanket and then we lined up everyone to lie down and put the blankets on top of them.

There was no lock on the door to close it from inside so I took out my knife and kept it beside me before sleeping. Addy was sleeping near the door and he had his Swiss army knife. We were hearing some sounds outside but everyone was very tired and it was too dark outside to check. There was a bang on the door in the night and Addy thought it was some thief so he got up with his knife but it was the owner. There were few more tourists looking for a place and he enquired if it was ok for us to let them stay here. Since they were 2 girls with a guide we agreed to help but I guess the guide had his plans of his own so he carried on. It was a cold and long night.

We got up the next morning which was beautiful and started moving back to Pulga with me and Rahul in the lead. We had two new companions, two mountain dogs who kept moving with us. They were the same ones who had escorted us during the final leg while we were climbing towards Khirganga. They were like our guide. At times they moved ahead of us and at times between me and Rahul. It was a nice experience, they were very hospitable. They escorted us till Pulga. Rahul and I reached back to our guest house first to find two beautiful Canadian girls having breakfast there. We struck up a conversation with them and soon were discussing plans to trek in the evening. The rest of guys reached and saw us talking to these girls, it was a sight to see their reaction. The girls then left for their hotel and it was decided we would meet them in the evening.

Soon it started raining and it seemed that our plans were going to be spoilt. We had nothing to do but to play cards. After a while it stopped raining in the evening but there was no sight of the girls so we decided to check out Pulga on our own. We went on a stream and had some dips there in the cold. As we reached back we met the girls again. After a while we all retired. The next morning all of started our journey back to Bhuntar from where we were supposed to return back.

Some of us wanted to explore more and since few among us had never seen snow we decided to move towards Rohtang pass. Five among us departed to Delhi from Bhuntar and the rest moved towards Manali from there. It is good to have resourceful friends. Parichay who was instrumental in getting us a room at Bhuntar to freshen up on the first day was there again to arrange for hostel rooms in the mountaineering institute in Manali. We reached Manali in the evening and stayed at the institute. We went out in the night for some food and found a nice shack where a lady cooked amazing 'parathas' with 'lassi'. We fixed up a taxi for the next morning to take us to Rohtang and retired for the day.

The next morning we woke up early. The Toyota Qualis was ready and we all hopped into it. It was a beautiful ride towards Rohtang. The first sight of snow was amazing. This was the first time I was seeing it. We reached Rohtang and while some of us were having skiing sessions 3 guys went ahead to climb one of the peak at Rohtang. Rahul, Sunny and Biplab started ascending. I wanted to but so did I wanted to try my hand at skiing. Hence, after I was through with the ski, I asked if anyone else wanted to climb. No one was ready as some people there advised us not to climb as the weather could become bad on higher levels but I did not want to be left behind to so I started climbing quickly behind the other three. I could feel the scarcity of oxygen but it was immaterial. I was enjoying with my friends and I didn't knew how many such moments were left so I wanted to make the most of it. We had reached the top.

So does this means the end of the golden era or "those were the best days of my life"? Not really, life reveals more when you probe it. You be a mute spectator to life and you will feel out of place, trying to fit in. You explore and you find life is a beautiful gift given to you by a force which cannot comprehend completely. You just need to understand that there are some things you cannot change and have to accept them as it is. Others you can change. You have to make the decision to change. Each change brings with it brings a multitude of options. You just need to keep taking decisions without worrying about it being right or wrong once the actions is taken. You can always correct if you go off track. This is the biggest lessons I learnt from my father. This is why you are given only one brain whereas two arms, two legs as you need to do more action than just thinking.

This trip is one of the most memorable trip of my life. I think one cannot capture moments of friendship in photographs, videos or journals but this is my attempt to remind us of those moments of joy which have been engraved in our minds and will stay there no matter where each of us go. Friendship lives forever. It keeps evolving and after a while distances do not matter. The connectivity stays no matter after how long you meet an old friend, the connection stays.

This is my gift to my most precious friends from college.