00000 to 10000... and still going strong...

On Saturday, the 10th day of the 8th month in the 2007th year A.D, it touched 10000 kms. I gave off a sigh!!! Flashbacks from the past, filled my thoughts.

The 10000 km long odyssey on my bike was really very enjoyable!!

The induction of this bike into my life added joys and at the same time snatched utter pleasure from my simple and plain life. If you think that the above statement is a paradoxical one, then I would suggest you to just continue reading this post. You will eventually discover the truth!

It was on November 10, 2006, when I first placed hands on my Black Apache 150cc. Well, that was a kind of milestone for me, as it was my first ever bike. I was very much sceptical, before I made my mind to go with Apache. I pinged my friends and relatives, and everyone blabbed out the word "Pulsar". But, Pulsar never moved the strings in my heart. I was looking for something different. I wanted a new look and the moment I viewed Apache, I knew this was the bike that I was looking for. And, then after a healthy consultation with my brother, I got hold of my "Black Beauty". And now, after 10 long months, I am happy about the decision that made Apache a part of my life.

Before getting my bike, Pune-Lonavla local train used to be my lifeline, but now things have drasticallly changed. The Local train's first-class seasonal pass lies unnoticed in my purse. Every day it stares at me with despair, as if urging me to renew and give it a fresh lease of life. But I never heed its concern and it still lies betrayed by a callous person, who once always carried it responsibly without fail. My mode of transport has now completely transitioned from train to bike. Truly speaking, I really miss those days, when I used to travel in the local train to Pune. My cherishable and unforgettable experiences while travelling in the local train deserves another post. Those days were good, but now with the advent of bike, I seldom cherish my daily travel. High pollution and rash traffic are the unfriendly factors that make my bike ride very awkward.

But, I will still never part with my bike, because now its a dependable companion in my life. Its been a good chum for me for the past 10 months. The 10000 kms journey is quite a testimonial for its ever-dependable nature. I have troubled her a lot but she has been loyal to me. She has accepted all my tortures. I have made her jump into muddy waters, skid into filthy roads and pushed her into big pot-holes. But still, it is always there as a good buddy.

This post is very gracefully dedicated to my black beauty!!!

The 'Prodigal' Blogger returns...

I keep returning.... and I keep dissappearing.... No excuse this time.... Hope I never dissappear fom here again....

Hope the prodigal blogger is accepted again with open hands and heart....

Jay will try to keep his mesmerizing thoughts vibrating here...

Living with the name Ja(i)son...

The other day 'someone' asked , "Hey, What's ur name 'Jaison' (pronounced 'Jayson') all about? ".

I smiled back with divine grace written all over me and gave an answer that made that 'someone' satisfied but equally unimpressed. And the word 'unimpressed' fitted very well to the way 'someone' reacted. The 'someone' heard my answer, did not even care to give a smile, and moved on to other questions, that were obviously of less importance to me.

I thought, "What's this? Even a augur with a strange name would have attracted more attention, after interpreting its meaning." And this thought troubled me, and infact it grew within me, and compelled me to google and come up with a better meaning.

I wonder how we are so addicted withGoogle. You come across any strange thing or term, and if your dumb brain does not respond to it, there is always an answer popping from the parasitic cavity. And that is, 'Google it!!!'.

So, my very humble parasitic brain compelled my emotional heart to get some valuable meaning associated with my 6-letter name. Very heartily, I opened the page 'Google', and typed in 'Jaison Meaning', and sat back expecting something interesting from the ever dependable cyber refuge. Hmmm... at least there were some results, and some results pointing to the meaning of the 6-letter word 'Jaison'. I was happy.

But the happiness didn't last. Here is what I got from the first search result.


The boy's name Jaison ja(i)-son\ is a variant of Jason.


What a hell? 'Jaison' is a variant of 'Jason'. Excuse me!!!!, I thought. I was never a variant, and never I would be. I excused Google and moved on to the other search results hoping better things. Let me publish that too.


Variant of Jason: A healing.


Now, Google was very shrewdly bowling Googley to me with every result that it came up with. The name "Jason" started to haunt me. And to make you all aware, I am very much acquainted with the name "Jason". I also knew the historical relevance of the name. But, I also expected some kind of history associated with the humble name of mine. But I failed. Got to say, "I failed miserably".

Now let me throw some light on the name 'Jason'. Here is a small information, that I could find online.


Jason comes from the Greek name 'Iason', borne by mythological hero and leader of the Argonauts, who sailed to Colchis to discover the golden fleece. Jason of the Argonauts fell in love with sorceress Medea during this adventure, but was later killed by a falling timber beam from his ship the Argo. The name comes from the Greek word 'iasthai', 'to heal'.

So, quite a personality is this 'Jason', and I feel very unworthily proud about the fact that I am his variant. Though, not by character, but still by name.

Now, let me put it like this. 'Ja(i)son' is the Indianized version of 'Jason', as 'Krrish' was the Indian version of 'Superman'. And that bracketed 'I' very much stands for an Indian.


Me proud to be an Indian.


Jai Hind!! ---- Jai Masih!!

-- Ja(i)son