ROOTS
I’ve found the perfect break—the best seat in the house, if you ask me. Just me, my trusty bike, and endless green farmlands stretching out in every direction. There’s something deeply comforting about this place, something that hums in the air like a forgotten memory. Maybe it’s the soil, the sweat, the generations of farmers in my blood—my ancestors who worked fields like these. Even under the blazing sun, there’s a warmth here that goes beyond temperature. It feels like coming home.
Sure, I not look like some polished adventure rider in this shot. I’m leaning back, with one foot propped up. It’s more relaxed than poised, but that’s the beauty of it. No pretenses, no act. Just a man, his machine, and the quiet joy of being exactly where he’s meant to be. The bike sits steady. It is a modern companion against an ancient landscape. The wind carries the scent of earth and crops.
This is happiness—simple, real, and unshakable. Not every ride needs epic mountains or daring trails. Sometimes, it’s about standing still in the right place and feeling the roots beneath you. And in this moment, with the sun on my skin and the horizon wide open, I couldn’t ask for more.
#AdventureBikeLife #TwoWheelFreedom #BikeAndSoul #HappyPlace #MotorcycleMeditation #RideYourOwnRide #NoFilterNeeded
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REAL WORLD
There I am. I am astride my trusty Suzuki V-Strom 250, my “Outrider.” I stand tall in the middle of what feels like the most romantic landscape on Earth. The world around me is vast and wild. Endless dirt trails stretch out in every direction. They disappear into the horizon where the mighty mountains rise like ancient giants. Above, the sky is an endless canvas of blue, so clear and bright it almost hurts to look at. This isn’t just any ride—it’s the kind of place that makes me fall in love with motorcycling all over again. My bike is loaded up with gear. It looks perfect to me. Every piece of luggage and every modification is just the way I want it. That little hint of yellow is on the crash bars or the wheels. It gives the bike just enough attitude to stand out. This happens even when it is surrounded by so much natural beauty.
I take a moment to soak it all in. I feel the hum of the engine settling. The smell of dust and fresh air surrounds me. There is sheer freedom in being here. This is exactly where I want to be. This machine isn’t just metal and rubber. It’s my ticket to adventure, my escape, my companion on every winding trail and open road. And right now, in this perfect slice of the world, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. This is what riding is all about. 
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somewhere in Zanskar, Ladakh.
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HOW FAR
As the sun began to set, we rode back from Adi Kailash. On the way, we met bikers going up and asked about the road ahead. After talking to them I was not sure about how much energy they had, it felt like they are just tiered and wanted some good news from us. But weather was not good and the destination was far for them. But as they were two of them together they would have reached to safer place. Behind us, a powerful waterfall crashed down the rocks, its mist glowing in the fading light. Right then, the wild, untouched beauty of the Himalayas surrounded us—real, raw, and breathtaking.”
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THE FALL
On our way to Adi Kailash in 2023, we encountered this nasty fall. The roads were not just bad, but worse in many places. My friend was lucky; he didn’t get hurt and managed to jump off the bike as it fell. The water was icy cold and muddy. Our next challenge was figuring out how to lift the bike in the slippery mud. It was a heavy bike, loaded with all our luggage. The three of us, despite our strength being diminished due to the high altitude and low oxygen, managed to lift it. The satisfaction we felt in overcoming this challenge was extraordinary and rare in everyday life
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SUNSET
In the background, the distant mountains you see belong to POK (Pakistan Occupied Kashmir). We were standing at Sadhna Pass, returning from Zero Point to POK. The experience was a mix of emotions—joy and a sense of achievement for reaching our destination, but also a deep, reflective sadness. POK is a region we believe rightfully belongs to us as a nation, and being so close to it highlighted the ongoing geopolitical tensions.
This visit will stay with me forever. Standing next to our forces near the Line of Control (LOC) gave me chills, not just from the cold, but from the awareness of the constant vigilance required in this tense area. The bravery of our soldiers was deeply inspiring.
Despite the political significance, the beauty of Kashmir was as breathtaking as ever. This place, in particular, showcased some of the most stunning landscapes I’ve ever seen. The pristine mountains, crisp air, and serene environment contrasted sharply with the underlying tensions, making the experience all the more memorable.Kashmir never disappoints with its natural splendor, and this visit was an unforgettable reminder of both its beauty and its complexities.
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FREEZING SUN
In September 2018, I made my first journey towards Hanle in Ladakh. The cold was so intense that even standing in the sun, my face and ears were hurting. I tried to smile for the camera, but with each passing kilometer, the journey became tougher, and Hanle still seemed far away. All I could think about was reaching Hanle and finding a cozy, warm bed. That night turned out to be eventful, and the entire experience is documented in my YouTube series, #UpNorth.
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THE WAIT
The day we set out to reach Leh from Manali, we started early with high hopes. However, the weather had other plans for us. As the rain poured down heavily and the cold intensified, riding became nearly impossible. We sought refuge in small tunnels near Solang Valley, unable to push forward to Leh.
With time on our hands, we updated our stories and made a few calls. It’s in these unexpected moments that a journey truly comes alive. These are the memories that stick with us, even if they don’t go as planned. The challenges and surprises along the way are what make the trip unforgettable
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COLD NIGHT
After a grueling, exhausting day of travel from Kullu, we finally limped into Pang well past midnight. The day’s adventures included a particularly harrowing water crossing; the water was so shockingly cold it felt as if it could freeze our very souls. In 2014, the roads were far from ideal—every kilometer seemed to stretch endlessly, each turn and bump testing our resolve. By the time we arrived, we were beyond tired.
We set up camp beside our bikes and gathered around a welcome bonfire. The warmth of the fire was a small comfort against the biting cold of Pang. Perched at 15,000 feet, Pang is far from a luxurious stopover. The altitude and conditions make it a harsh place to stay, but it was the only refuge available after such a long and arduous journey.
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YES
Marsimic La – Yes, I made it to the top! Pure, unbridled emotions took over me, and the first thing I did was taste the success—literally. It was a journey that redefined the word “difficult.” Just 100 meters from the summit, both my machine and my body teetered on the edge of collapse. Yet, fueled by sheer determination and the unwavering spirit of my riding brothers, we conquered it. To date, it remains the toughest climb I’ve ever faced, marked by staggering altitude and an unforgiving, nomadic landscape. I can still feel every second of that moment, seared into my memory. When you push yourself to the brink and triumph against the odds, the victory becomes a part of you forever.
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COLD CAMP
Spiti – In 2015, we took an unforgettable trip to Spiti. We wanted to camp but never found the right time or place. Before reaching Kunzum La, we realized this was our last chance to camp before heading to Manali the next day. Late in the evening, we quickly set up camp at the first good spot we found, it was near Losar.
It turned out to be an amazing experience. Under a sky full of stars, we cooked dal and rice, played music, sang songs, and shared stories. It was cold, but our laughter and fun kept us warm. It was a night full of excitement and joy.
In this picture, taken the next morning, we were trying to warm up after a long, cold night. Despite the chill, the memories we made were worth it. You can also notice we parked all the bikes around the camps to block the cold winds in night, but be sure they are parked properly and should not fell.
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BUNKER
It was a terrifying moment. We arrived in Gunji (En-Route Adi Kailash)late at night, confident that our stay was arranged with the ITBP. But to our shock, they had no record of us. With the freezing cold setting in and no place to stay, we felt a wave of panic. We made desperate calls and waited in the biting cold. Just when all hope seemed lost, things miraculously fell into place. We endured a bone-chilling night at 10,000 feet. Despite the fear and uncertainty, it turned out to be an extraordinary, unforgettable experience. The memory remains incredibly vivid.
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INTO THE RIVER
Zanskar 2022 : On our way to Padum, near Gonbo Ronjon, we encountered river water crossing the path at various places. Due to heavy rains or melting snow, the water levels had risen significantly. I wanted to capture the moment, illustrating where I was, what I was doing, and the challenging conditions we faced. At an altitude of over 11,000 feet, everything looks beautiful, but real conditions for survival lack the basics, like sufficient oxygen to breathe. Shortly after this picture, the situation worsened. The weather shifted rapidly from sunshine to a rainstorm, with endless water crossings. Despite the adverse conditions, we managed to find shelter for the night just in time.
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LOST
Marsimic La, a hidden pass ahead of Pangong Lake towards China, presented a daunting challenge. There were so many trails that we got lost a few times and had to retrace our steps. Exhausted and nearing the final stretch, my motorcycle, the ZMR, and I pushed through the last few kilometers. So many times, I wondered if this was a good idea. The journey was so isolated that, for a moment, you feel lost in time. In 2011, it was completely nomadic and still is. Tested to our limits, with no roads in sight and so little oxygen for both my body and my machine, dreams were on the line. At that moment, I thought, “This is it. I won’t make it to the top.”
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THE RITUAL
There’s a ritual many believe in, where stones are carefully stacked one on top of another on high mountain passes. These acts are said to safeguard the people living in the valleys below, as if the high passes themselves are guardians watching over them. Even if you don’t believe in the ritual’s spiritual significance, participating with an open mind and heart might allow you to feel something unique—a connection to the land, the culture, or perhaps a deeper sense of peace. In 2014, I had the chance to cross Nakeela Pass, and this was my experience.
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THE TOP
On top of Baralacha La Pass 2017, heading towards Changthang, I had my first taste of Ladakh with my Versys 650, affectionately named Millennium Falcon. I wanted to feel free, embracing the cold breeze on my body. This pass remains one of the best high passes I’ve experienced, and I always love being there. I feel deeply connected to this place. Climbing onto the pillar was not easy due to strong winds, but sometimes you do silly things for great satisfaction. I was very cautious, knowing that any injury would end my trip with no help around.
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INTO THE SUN
This year in June 2024, we embarked on one of the craziest rides, covering over 5000 kilometers through central India in scorching weather. The heat was intense and at times, quite scary, but as a team, we had an unforgettable experience.
In this particular moment captured in the photo, we’re chasing the setting sun across Sambhar Lake in Rajasthan. What an epic place to be with our motorcycles! The endless straight terrain beckoned us to explore, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, the dust kicked up by our tires created a breathtaking scene. It was truly an epic end to a thrilling day.
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THE CROSSING
In 2011, we were riding through Ladakh and got late reaching our destination, Pang. At the final stages of our day ride, we encountered a surprise water crossing. The roads that time were like riding on stones, and we were totally tired. But there was nothing we could do; the only way forward was through.
The water was icy cold, and our brains were exhausted. One wrong move, and we would be drenched in cold water, creating a serious health risk. It was pitch black with no auxiliary lights at that time. We couldn’t see the other end of the water crossing with our naked eyes. The picture above has been brightened a bit, but in reality, we couldn’t see this much.
Despite the challenges, we did it together. My wife was on her first Ladakh adventure, making this moment even more memorable.
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YOU AND ME
In 2011, I set off on a solo ride to Munsiyari. The previous day had been challenging, with a long journey from my home in Ghaziabad to Patal Bhuvneshwar, and then onward to Munsiyari. By the time I reached my hotel, I felt a wave of loneliness. That night, as I gazed at the moon, a big local dog appeared. He looked fierce, but I decided to approach him. To my surprise, he was a gentle soul. We sat together for a long time, taking in the breathtaking view. It was the perfect end to an exhausting day, turning loneliness into companionship under the moonlit sky.
THE CALM
Sitting in the Morey Plains in Ladakh 2019, I find myself captivated by the raw beauty that surrounds me. The vast expanse of the plains, framed by towering mountains, feels almost surreal. It’s a stark contrast to ten years ago when I was here, unprepared for the elements. I remember the cold rain soaking through my clothes, making each moment a test of endurance.
This time, however, I am ready. The solitude of riding solo through these majestic landscapes has allowed me to dive deep within myself, finding peace and introspection in every moment. Each second spent here is priceless, a cherished fragment of time that will forever be etched in my memory.
KABOOM
In 2014, on our way to Leh, we found ourselves descending the Tanglang La pass. Suddenly, we encountered the aftermath of a truck accident that had occurred just a few minutes earlier. The driver, visibly shaken, was emerging from the truck and calling for help. We noticed petrol gushing out of the truck and spreading across the road. Realizing the potential danger, we immediately stopped our bikes and carefully crossed the area with our engines off to avoid igniting the fumes. After safely passing the scene, we continued to a nearby military checkpoint and reported the incident, urging them to send assistance. Thankfully, the truck didn’t catch fire, averting what could have been a major disaster.
NO OPTION
In 2014, we were coming back from Leh when the Zojila Pass was closed due to a landslide. It was peak season, and Drass was overbooked, making it impossible to find a place to stay. Kargil was also fully booked, as there weren’t many hotels back then.
If you’re thinking we stayed in the building on the left, you’re wrong—that wouldn’t make for much of a story. Instead, we stayed in the building on the right, which was the only option available. The caretaker helped us by arranging a mattress, but it was a basic setup.
THE FALL
Every biker’s nightmare—the fall. We were just a few kilometers from the notorious Cliffhanger stretch from Killar to Kishtwar. The roads were terrible, full of treacherous U-turns. After navigating many, my rear tire slipped on a loose rock, and I went down. Miraculously, I avoided getting trapped under the bike and escaped injury. In this photo, I’m staring at the bike, wondering how on earth I’ll pick it up now. Thankfully, we were three friends, and together we managed it. Alone, it would have been nearly impossible with the steep incline.
UNCERTAINITY
UMBA LA , In 2012, my wife, my two friends, and I embarked on a journey that began with amazing roads, but slowly everything changed. We started to question, “Were there any roads? Is it even open for people?” Not a soul was anywhere to be seen. Until that day, none of us had ever heard of Umba La. Locals had suggested it as a shortcut to reach Zanskar from Drass, and we thought it would be a great new adventure. But everything turned upside down. We found ourselves stuck, torn between turning back and pressing forward. At this moment in the picture, we were discussing what to do next and you can see Tiger Hill in the background . As if that weren’t enough, the weather started to change, and there was no place to take shelter. It was a day filled with thrill and uncertainty.
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PERFECT
Ladakh 2018 – The Moment in life when everything around you got blurred, all the sounds got muted and the brain stops dreaming, the Reality of life took over. Deep in Himalayas, I thought I was in control but soon I found out I was the one who was about to be hunted!! I could see myself in her eyes, the fur was shinning in my eyes and my brain froze. The moment I still feel was unreal but shivers and excitement make me realize it was real.
Before this moment I had two options:
1: I move and scare her off or myself and the moment dies there.
2: I let her do what she wants and live that moment as it will never happen again.
I am happy my instincts made me live the best moment.
