One Life To Ride Quotes

“Sirf badan ko wahan le jaana hai. Rooh to wahin rahtee hai.”
― Ajit Harisinghani, One Life To Ride: A Motorcycle Journey To The High Himalayas

“we should periodically put ourselves through some physical discomfort, even disgust, to better appreciate the good things we take for granted in our everyday privileged lives.”
― Ajit Harisinghani, One Life To Ride: A Motorcycle Journey To The High Himalayas

“For the first time I have understood the soldier’s sacrifice for his country. Paying with his life for those who use nationalism or religion to keep the broth of human misery boiling.”
― Ajit Harisinghani, One Life To Ride: A Motorcycle Journey To The High Himalayas

“Didn’t someone say that there are as many worlds as there are people? That each of us perceives the same reality differently?”
― Ajit Harisinghani, One Life To Ride: A Motorcycle Journey To The High Himalayas

“Come to the edge. We can’t. We’re afraid. Come to the edge. We can’t. We will fall! Come to the edge. And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew. Guillaume Apollinaire, 1880-1918 French poet, philosopher”
― Ajit Harisinghani, One Life To Ride: A Motorcycle Journey To The High Himalayas

“Misery, like beauty, is also probably in the eyes of the beholder.”
― Ajit Harisinghani, One Life To Ride: A Motorcycle Journey To The High Himalayas

“Your happiness – it can’t be at anyone else’s cost. Heavy karmic penalties are laid out for those transgressing this rule and it is only the absolutely stupid who would break it. With happiness so easily and freely available, only an idiot would go about acquiring it with a greedy material-grabber’s mindset that wants everything for itself, regardless of what it costs others. As a consequence, this insatiable mind develops the fear of losing what it has unethically grabbed. Stress is then its karmic penalty.”
― Ajit Harisinghani, One Life To Ride: A Motorcycle Journey To The High Himalayas

“The past is literally being bulldozed away. And the trucks cart away more than just old bricks, broken chunks of cement and warped rods of rusted steel. If you looked closely you would also see bits of songs and pieces of folkdances crumpled within this rubble; torn pages of history which no one wants to read today.”
― Ajit Harisinghani, One Life To Ride: A Motorcycle Journey To The High Himalayas

“The Enfield I’ve realized, is really a temperamental woman disguised as a motorcycle and ours is not a relationship of convenience. Sometimes she can be adamant and uncooperative and very difficult to reason with. She can sense my moods and even my intentions. Once, attracted to a more advanced model, I had considered a trading alliance with her. The modern motorcycle beckoned me enticingly from billboards and newspapers in full seductive colour. I visited the showroom and took a test ride on the sleeker machine. This new one felt different. Lighter and easily excited into full flight with her ‘0 to 100 in x seconds’ flat! To an Enfield, that’s premature ejaculation.”
― Ajit Harisinghani, One Life To Ride: A Motorcycle Journey To The High Himalayas

“Tranquil Ladakh, the northernmost corner of my vast country. Frontier land. So unique. Unforgiving terrain with forgiving people.”
― Ajit Harisinghani, One Life To Ride: A Motorcycle Journey To The High Himalayas