About Me

Bangaluru, India
As a shadow is cast overhead I rejoice in the coming of the gloom Lifting my eyes to view what, to me, is beauty I decipher what is read in the cloud The verse is shouting out and ringing in my ears the claps of thunder. Kneeling in the rainfall, I let my tears wash away.Wind's whispers beckoning me to the end of this mortality. Inhaling the sweet scent of the approaching Armageddon. Elation is overwhelming. The way to the end of this walk is dim, but somehow I find it, better than the walk itself. As now my hands and knees are bruised from the thorns that laid on the way that I treaded to reach this far Every beat of my heart is a death-toll chiming in a mind As chimes grow stronger the earth shudders in the anarchy of ruthlessness My final lament is a requiem to the Gods of Darkness All deep contempt is a blasphemous sacrilege to Salvation ......Salvation form of being unbound from this mortal feeling of true emotions , which is so easily faked

Monday, February 18, 2013

I searched for you


I searched for you when I was crestfallen and hopeless.
I searched for you when I was hurt and I was helpless
When days went by from counting my rolling tears
The things that you say now hardly make the pain go away
Hanging yourself from the words said by others
Staring into the eyes when will you be able to
Live up to the promises that you made
 
I searched for you when I was cold and lonely
I searched for you when my world was falling apart
When my days were nothing but sufferance
Breathing your love I learnt to let go
Peace prevailed in my heart and settled my anger
Holding my hands you washed away the wounds
But will you be this way forever... I wonder
 
I searched for you when I was robbed of my sanity
I searched for you when I was torn and lifeless
When every moment that passed made me lose
All the things that I had or dreamed to achieve
You took my heart away turned my life into spring
If you are a dream, I never want to wake up ever
 
 



..........Saptarshi

 

A Photograph is worth a 1000 words









Sunday, November 13, 2011

I saw her standing there for me in the darkness

Awaiting for me like those afternoons

When we use to be spellbound with each other

Standing silent smiling at my presence

And she had a tear rolling out of her eye

Darkness fades to light and glory

All pains seem to expire

In her warm hands I feel alive

And as a forlorn soul

I feel being drowned in her eyes

Touching her lips in that moment

My heart froze forever with her name written

My eyes closed with a wish that this was forever

A kiss brought total eclipse to my senses

And she spoke with her trembling voice

I’m sorry once and forever

I am leaving you to be so cold

That your heart will never be warmed again

With every gasp of breath I tried

To hold on to her...

But me and my tears have a same fate

We fall , fall like a rock wondering

Why did I ever jump

I didn’t realize I was returning to reality

And all the warmth and love was just a dream

As my slumber deserts me

I wake up to a loud gasp of lament

Shouting why did I sleep at all

Crying as hard as I could possibly explode my heart

That beholds her memories so afresh

I stare at my blood stained pillow and wish

If seeing her was in the fate of my dreams

Then may I not fall asleep all my life

Or wake up from one at all…………

Sunday, June 5, 2011

APUTOMAYA ....The Raging Beast !!!




Ancient History says that an African tribe called the Maoris use to worship an animal so fierce that it was considered at the top of the food chain. The name of that animal is Aputomaya. Aputomaya , the direct English translation of the word means an animal whose anger never seizes to exist. Some call it a mythical creature and some say its real.

In Africa, Natives of the Congo told European visitors of an animal that looked like a big purple cat known as the Aputomaya. While the visitors assumed the stories were just folk tales. Some people believe it is a complete myth made up stories by African villagers to keep themselves entertained and keep their kids at home after sundown. But some of us do believe these creatures did exist as they have been mentioned conspicuously again and again in the Maori literature and in the artifacts of Tahiti village

The Aputomaya is believed to be a member of the Felidae family, is not one of the largest in the genus "pathera". The Aputomaya, a little larger to the normal domestic cat, smaller than a fully grown Tiger is almost the size of a heyenna. It is believed to be native to much of eastern and southern Africa in the dark lands of Amazon, and use to be an apex predator and an obligate carnivore. They were smaller in size but were very very powerful in physical strength and had the capability to attain the speed of 100kmph which is actually faster than that of a cheetah because they had powerfully built legs. And they had shoulders extremely muscular, as a result of that , they had the ability to pull down prey substantially heavier than themselves, almost twice their size like an elephant. While to take an elephant tiger generally needs a pack. Aside from their great hunting capability and power, their most recognizable feature was a pattern of dark vertical strips that overlays near-white to purple fur, with darkener underparts. Aputomaya use to be called as the “ walking shadow of death”, because of its teeth and claws being as sharp as the Puritan sword. No prey has ever escaped it and no living creature has ever defeated it. Nobody has seen an Aoutomaya eye to eye and had lived to tell about it.

But what if I tell you that I have seen an Aputomaya in my life. I know you will call me crazy or maybe you’ll say I’m bluffing. But the truth is the I’m neither. I have seen an Aputomaya an apex predator in my life just a few months back. Just that in place of blood liquid gold flows through its veins and its muscles are made of alloy and its skeleton is not of bones it of pure grid Iron. Still not making sense …! Ok guys I am talking about an Aputomaya made by human beings its more commonly known as Yamaha RX 100. Why are you being so confused. OK let me help you listen up !!




"The Real Deal - Yamaha RX100"


The Yamaha RX100 is a 100cc two stroke single cylinder air-cooled motorcycle. It was M/s Escorts Limited "Bread and Butter" model for close to 12 years between 1985 and 1996. The only changes in its 11 year production history were the pinstripping and an upgrade to a 12 volt electrical system.

The YAMAHA RX100 was launched in late 1985 (May 1985). The bike was originally available in Cherry-Red, Flamboyant-Blue(Peacock blue-green) Black and Silver. The first lot bikes (1985–1987) were CKDs and were simply assembled in India. The gearbox covering just above the gear shift lever had the words "MADE IN JAPAN" embossed on it.

Acceleration: 0–60 km/h in 7.5 seconds. Best in its class till date and with little mod in the engine can attain the same in 3.5 seconds The fastest creature of its kind.











Top speed: 110 km/h. (As per workshop and Owner's manual, not as per speedo reading) . Dirt track racers has induced a magical fume called NOS (Nitrous Oxide) which makes it reach an unbelievable 155 km/h This speed has not been attained by any 2 stroke motorcycle and in 4 stroke motorcycles only Bajaj Pulsar 220 has reached 145 km/h after NOS











Engine - 100 cc 2-stroke reed valve, air cooled, single cylinder. Size never decides what kind of a heart you have. We all know it’s the heart that makes us unbeatable or just a puff of smoke in the name of bravery. This deadly machine has a heart of an ultimate achiever. Its robust engine can pull off 300kgs(approx 600 pounds) and can still reach 100 kmph












Power output - 11 PS (11 hp) @ 7500 rpm. This bike has defined the term “Mean Machine”. This power output is a worst nightmare for any racer racing against an RX100. Because of this power output a opponent racer can only see its taillight and taste the dust from its tires


Transmission - 4-speed constant mesh, multi plate clutch

Tires - Wire spoked, 2.50" X 18" front tyre, 2.75" X 18" rear tyre.

Weight - 103 kgs (Dry)

Fuel capacity 10.5 ltrs

Oil capacity 0.65 ltrs

Fuel consumption 36-42 km pl

Suspension - Double cradle frame

The gear ratios and torque curve are such that a well tuned bike with rider and pillion can do as low as 10 km/h in 4th gear without engine knocking.

Now does it ring a bell some where

Yamaha RX100 is an immortal name in the history of Man-kind and Bike-kind. Till date one of the most admired and respected motorcycle to hit the Indian roads. So next time when you stare at a RX100 remember you are witnessing a legend an urban gladiator. And if you own one of these machines know this for sure every time you kick start the bike you are waking up a deadly beast who has no end to its rage. So its not the engine that is rumbling it the roar of an apex predator.

Last but not the least.... in recorded history the most number of motorcycle fatalities has happened on Yamaha RX100. You can ride this Aputomaya but can never overpower it.

Until next time... Adios !!!!



Saptarshi Karmakar

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

My Love awaits me ........

Gripping my soul with the slumber of this perishable life
I'm extracted from reality and its pleasures
The umbra of the foreseen destruction chills me
I levitate, staring at my inanimate corpse
Drifting towards the eternal bliss
Beckoned by beings superior
Colossal roar of silence deafens me

But I cry in grief, begging for a pardon
So that I can meet my beloved
Whom I have promised a triumphant return
I shed my tears to fetch a last chance
To formulate my auburn emotions
For the one last good bye
And that last glance of the eternal peace
My Love awaits me.........

My Lord give me a chance to meet my love
My Lord , my arms wide open, I plee
My Love awaits me ........



......... Saptarshi

Thursday, April 1, 2010

What you mean to me



When the silence beckons
And the long afternoon draws to a close
When the mind full of lies,shy's
Only then I realize
What you mean to me

When the darkness grips on the land
And the ice numbs my hand
The tear on my cheek to ice
And th soul inside starts to despise
Only then I realize.....

What you mean to me


...... Saptarshi