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Arvind Bhateja
Apr 21, 2010, 8:18:47 AM4/21/10
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Hi All
A few days ago, I had the good fortune to meet a truly exceptional
gentleman. Should I say, a truly exceptional biker, as well.
Ladies and Gentlemen, bikers of Bangalore, meet Adil Govadia.
By the time Adil walked into my consultation room on a quiet Sunday
evening (a few hours after I did a Nandi climb with my biker friends),
there was already some kind of surreal bond that had developed between
us.
As this towering figure walked in and wrapped his substantial hand
around mine and said to me "Doc, we have so man y friends in common.
It's a small world", liitle did I realise what he really meant.
For - hold your breath- Adil has performed the singular feat of going
around the world on a bicycle. I thought to myself, "small world"
indeed!!!
A few days later, Adil got admitted and underwent successful surgery
and more importantly kept me thoroughly entertained every day of his
hospital stay with the most exhilarating stories of his Globiking
adventure...
Truly,truly amazing...
After Adil's discharge, our world's have grown smaller as we realised
we have more and more common firends and of course we share a common
passion for biking.
I hope BBC will join me in wishing this exceptional guy, a speedy
recovery.
And Adil, we look forward to seeing you on the saddle very soon!!
Below is an account of his Globiking expedition, in his own words.
Hope you all enjoy reading it.
Rohan - I propose we call Adil (once he's fit, of course) to flag off
one of the BBCh races.
Regards
Arvind
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Where there’s a Wheel there is a Way
By Adil J Govadia
It was way back in 1978 that I first got this brainwave, a sudden
urge, to visit the Soviet Union on a motorcycle, in time for the 1980
Moscow Olympics. I was usefully employed then by a pharmaceutical
company named Smith, Kline & French as a Professional Service
Representative promoting quality Pharma-products. However, owing to
strict visa-control and Soviet Government’s tourist-regulatory
restrictions, my dreams came crashing down, as I was not permitted to
enter the country.
The glory and the spectacle of the Olympics had always attracted
me as a student. For weeks, months and years it had been an
engrossing obsession, an enchantingly thrilling dream, to travel
around the world and ‘see the world at close quarters’, visit the most
exotic places, meet different people of varying cultures around the
globe and of course ‘participate’ in the Olympics in a meaningful
way. Since dreams don’t cost a penny and because there are no limits
to the dreaming mind of the youth, except of course those we
acknowledge, I continued to dream till one fine day, in the year 1980,
I decided to visit the next Olympics in Los Angeles – on a BICYCLE!
Traveling to the young is akin to education; to others it’s a part
of experience. To me it is an equal blend of emotions and sentiments –
that of education and experience, passion and peace, self-assertion
and self-surrender. Travel can reconcile contrasting feelings of
violence with tenderness; it can combine humility with pride and
generally helps one to spread genial warmth all ‘round. People
accustomed to value things in terms of dollars and rupees will
certainly find my efforts to paddle-power around the world a thorough
waste of time, energy and money. Thankfully, I did not nurture the
spirit of fools rush in where angels fear to tread, nor did I possess
the spirit of vain-glory to which we all are prone in varying degrees.
I certainly had no intentions to either breaking any records or have
my name printed in book of records. I simply wanted to travel like a
free bird, witness the Olympics and live my dreams, come what may!
Preparing for the long journey was like eating the cake before
having it! A total paradox! In my mind’s eye my imaginary future
conjured up a kaleidoscope of scenarios of ME crossing the great Mid-
East desert, or ME ascending the mighty Alps in extremely difficult
blizzard conditions, or ME bearing the pangs of hunger in a jungle by
hunting animals with a bow &arrow – the dreamer’s fantasies were
endless and so was the determination to succeed!
Needless to mention, my experiences have not all been a bed of
roses and bravado as my imaginary mind visualized. The departure
itself was extremely frustrating and fraught with bureaucratic
tangles, as I had to weed my way through excessive red tape at all
levels of planning. Government’s official permission was required to
leave the shores of India owing to my shoestring budget. Moreover,
traveling on a flimsy mode of transport like a bicycle, and for an
unlimited duration of time, it always is a reason for raised eyebrows.
My exploits in the capital even took me to the offices of the then PM
Mrs. Indira Gandhi and some other dignitaries who were contacted for
help, but in vain.
As the days drew near I found myself thinking about the absurdity
and impossibility of the situation. I could not help the thought, as
there was war all along my planned route of travel. Afghanistan-
Pakistan, Iran-Iraq, Lebanon-Israel- all were affected due to the
ensuing war. After having planned for over 3-4 years, the war looked
intentional and purposeful to me!
Planning a bicycle tour of this magnitude and proportion; riding
through various countries, meeting different people, having adventure
and misadventure, experiencing differing food and life styles – all
seen and sound great. In fact, it is, provided you are physically,
emotionally and psychologically well prepared to expect the worst.
My employer Smith, Kline & French was magnanimous in granting me
leave of absence for three long years and one day, late 1982, I
finally left home armed with a specially imported 10 speed Japanese
bicycle (lovingly named ‘Flying Pigeon’), my dear parents goods wishes
and very high expectations of a successful future. The heaviest
luggage that I carried was my empty purse as I left the Indian shores
with only Rs.200.00 on my person!!
Packing a Bicycle:
Packing a bicycle is an art that one improves through experience.
First and foremost, one has to travel extremely light and try to fill-
up empty spaces in a manner so as to prevent rattling. It is very
easy to pack empty spaces with socks, bandages, toilet rolls, gloves
etc., but remembering the ‘geography’ of such a stuffed pack is
difficult and at times embarrassing. Imagine your stomach rumbling and
you urgently need to ease yourself behind a bush and you keep pulling
out socks, gloves, bandages and everything else except the blessed
toilet roll!!!
Major departments of my heavy pack were a ‘bungalow’ (a light
weight tent), ‘wardrobe’ (one pair of extra clothes), a
‘bedroom’ (sleeping bag), a casualty ward (emergency medicines), a
‘work-shop’ (tools & spares), ‘office space’ (introductory letters)
and a camera. I also carried my “kitchen’ along – a small frying pan,
plastic plate, spoon, salt/pepper, tea bags, sugar, gas-lighter, water
bottle and a Swiss army knife. Although I carried the bare minimum,
at times my Flying Pigeon looked absurdly over-loaded and bulging.
Packing and un-packing the ‘dumb mule’ each day was indeed an annoying
and irritating routine.
It took me under 2 years to travel through the mid-East, Europe,
Canada and the USA to reach the city of Los Angeles just in time for
the 1984 summer Olympics. By the time I reached the Olympic village,
I was lighter by 11 kilos in weight but sharper and stronger than ever
before. I traveled through 47 countries clocking several thousand
kilometers (lost count) of paddle-power through rain, heat and snow. I
had the fortune to visit the most exotic places in the world, meet and
interact with many important dignitaries, and even travel to distant
places like Rovienami, capital of Lapland (Arctic Circle), the Rock of
Gibraltar, off the African Coast or attend the Olympic Games in Los
Angeles. However, my most memorable visit undoubtedly was to the
Dachau Concentration Camp and the Berlin Wall, that hideous un-natural
barrier which had the distinction of dividing one city into two…East
and West Berlin. This 99 miles long and 16 feet high Wall was built
overnight by the Russians in August 1961 which, in fact, looked to me
like a plague on the face of human civilization. Thankfully, this
ugly, repulsive, ghastly and revolting Wall was finally broken down in
early 1990’s thus bringing a symbolic end to the Russian dominance as
a Super Power.
While in Austria, I was presented a rolling trophy for being the
‘most distinguished tourist’ of the year, in Germany, France, UK and
USA I was welcomed and honoured by their respective political leaders.
Thanks to my employers SK&F, the city of Philadelphia gave me a warm
welcome by inviting me to the Mayor’s office for a cup of tea and
cake. Later, the Mayor even presented me with a plaque and gifts,
which encouraged me further in my endeavours. The pretty Mayor of San
Francisco, Mrs. Diane Frienstine, went a step further: she offered me
to hold the Olympic torch briefly which, in fact, was a great honour
to this ordinary cyclist from India.
Greatest Problem: The weather
If there was any cause for worry each day it was regarding the
weather. A cyclist is always at the mercy of the weather Gods,
whether he likes it or not. Emerging from a tent each bright sunny
morning is refreshing and encouraging. However, if it were to be
raining cloudy and gloomy, any encouragement to get started was
welcome.
Strong headwind was irksome and so were roads with irregular
gradients. The thrill of speed and power on one hand and the
inevitable aches and pains, annoyance with traffic or adverse weather
on the other hand are equal and inseparable facets of the bicycling
tour around the world.
On an average, I cycled approx.100 kms per day; however, on some
bad days I could not clock even 25-30 kms per day! The distance that
one travels is always dictated by the weather conditions prevailing on
that specific day.
Cycling Motto: Love all, trust a few and do harm to none.
It is not necessary that love all motto will fetch you love from
all. Despite all the good people I met, traveling was not as easy as
I had dreamed. I had many accidents on the way and my Flying Pigeon
was scarred all over. Lack of finances was a major worry every day
especially at sun down when I would plan for the next day. Often I
had to go without food for 2-3 days while I searched for a temporary
job. Getting employment illegally was extremely difficult and I had
to often struggle to keep myself afloat. It was only faith in God
coupled with my passion and obsession to realize my goal, pushed me
and helped me to survive hunger, frustrations, sickness and many other
physical and psychological hardships. In Athens, I was employed by a
hotel to peel boiled eggs (by the hundred) at nights and
simultaneously promote hotel sales on tourist trains during the day.
For that I got a 'princely sum'’ of 80 Drachmas per day (approx $1.00)
plus free stay on the hotel terrace, not to forget a few ‘free’ boiled
eggs that I gobbled down on the sly! While in Frankfurt, I worked at
a super market lifting crates; in Paris I had 5 different jobs each
day, right from cleaning toilets and washing cars to selling newspaper
and working in an animal boutique bathing dogs and trimming their
hairy coats, in particular around their anus!! In London, I worked at
a chef’s private kitchen washing utensils and chopping onions during
evenings and throughout the day distributed leaflets door-to-door for
penny-a-leaf.
In the USA, I earned my way across the continent by working mainly
at Indian restaurants (in New York, New Orleans and Houston) and
finally reached the West Coast in the summer of 1984.
The 23rd Olympiad:
One July morning in 1984, I reached the city of Los Angeles just
in time for the Olympics. Before arriving into the city I first
visited San Francisco where I was privileged to have tea and cake with
the pretty city Mayor Mrs. Diane Frienstine. Later I was given the
honour of holding the Olympic Torch, which was being carried by relay
runners to Los Angeles. After all the preparation and the hard work,
alas! I finally made it to the Opening Day celebrations on July 28th
1984! As the Olympic flames burst into life high over the Coliseum
and the most-awaited Games were under way, I thanked God for making my
dream come true. It was certainly worth the trouble to witness the
Olympic live. I could see the events free, thanks to Mr. Vidya Charan
Shukla who was also at the Olympics in the capacity of a Chairman,
Sports Council of India.
My parents were a great source of inspiration and encouragement,
not only during the preparation stage of the world tour, but also
throughout my 3-year sojourn. It was only after I returned home that
I realized the intensity of the agony and pain that my parents may
have endured to see my dream come true, for my father passed away
suddenly in his sleep one night when I was still cycling somewhere on
the West Coast of USA. It was much later that I learnt of his
passing away—by then it was too late.
I dedicate my globiking tour to my lovely parents. May their
souls always progress in the spiritual realms and may they continue to
shower their blessings on all of us. Amen.
In conclusion, let me quote an anonymous teacher, “---- soon, many
of you would cross the borderland to ‘old age’, and if your youth has
been clean, generous and robust you will look back upon that stage of
life as the most glorious, fruitful and enjoyable. The sun-set of old
age maybe pleasant, but the tossing ocean of youth is a grand sight
with its ripples and surfs, caverns and concealed bedrocks, vast
spaces and unfathomed depths.”
**********
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A few days ago, I had the good fortune to meet a truly exceptional
gentleman. Should I say, a truly exceptional biker, as well.
Ladies and Gentlemen, bikers of Bangalore, meet Adil Govadia.
By the time Adil walked into my consultation room on a quiet Sunday
evening (a few hours after I did a Nandi climb with my biker friends),
there was already some kind of surreal bond that had developed between
us.
As this towering figure walked in and wrapped his substantial hand
around mine and said to me "Doc, we have so man y friends in common.
It's a small world", liitle did I realise what he really meant.
For - hold your breath- Adil has performed the singular feat of going
around the world on a bicycle. I thought to myself, "small world"
indeed!!!
A few days later, Adil got admitted and underwent successful surgery
and more importantly kept me thoroughly entertained every day of his
hospital stay with the most exhilarating stories of his Globiking
adventure...
Truly,truly amazing...
After Adil's discharge, our world's have grown smaller as we realised
we have more and more common firends and of course we share a common
passion for biking.
I hope BBC will join me in wishing this exceptional guy, a speedy
recovery.
And Adil, we look forward to seeing you on the saddle very soon!!
Below is an account of his Globiking expedition, in his own words.
Hope you all enjoy reading it.
Rohan - I propose we call Adil (once he's fit, of course) to flag off
one of the BBCh races.
Regards
Arvind
- Hide quoted text -
Where there’s a Wheel there is a Way
By Adil J Govadia
It was way back in 1978 that I first got this brainwave, a sudden
urge, to visit the Soviet Union on a motorcycle, in time for the 1980
Moscow Olympics. I was usefully employed then by a pharmaceutical
company named Smith, Kline & French as a Professional Service
Representative promoting quality Pharma-products. However, owing to
strict visa-control and Soviet Government’s tourist-regulatory
restrictions, my dreams came crashing down, as I was not permitted to
enter the country.
The glory and the spectacle of the Olympics had always attracted
me as a student. For weeks, months and years it had been an
engrossing obsession, an enchantingly thrilling dream, to travel
around the world and ‘see the world at close quarters’, visit the most
exotic places, meet different people of varying cultures around the
globe and of course ‘participate’ in the Olympics in a meaningful
way. Since dreams don’t cost a penny and because there are no limits
to the dreaming mind of the youth, except of course those we
acknowledge, I continued to dream till one fine day, in the year 1980,
I decided to visit the next Olympics in Los Angeles – on a BICYCLE!
Traveling to the young is akin to education; to others it’s a part
of experience. To me it is an equal blend of emotions and sentiments –
that of education and experience, passion and peace, self-assertion
and self-surrender. Travel can reconcile contrasting feelings of
violence with tenderness; it can combine humility with pride and
generally helps one to spread genial warmth all ‘round. People
accustomed to value things in terms of dollars and rupees will
certainly find my efforts to paddle-power around the world a thorough
waste of time, energy and money. Thankfully, I did not nurture the
spirit of fools rush in where angels fear to tread, nor did I possess
the spirit of vain-glory to which we all are prone in varying degrees.
I certainly had no intentions to either breaking any records or have
my name printed in book of records. I simply wanted to travel like a
free bird, witness the Olympics and live my dreams, come what may!
Preparing for the long journey was like eating the cake before
having it! A total paradox! In my mind’s eye my imaginary future
conjured up a kaleidoscope of scenarios of ME crossing the great Mid-
East desert, or ME ascending the mighty Alps in extremely difficult
blizzard conditions, or ME bearing the pangs of hunger in a jungle by
hunting animals with a bow &arrow – the dreamer’s fantasies were
endless and so was the determination to succeed!
Needless to mention, my experiences have not all been a bed of
roses and bravado as my imaginary mind visualized. The departure
itself was extremely frustrating and fraught with bureaucratic
tangles, as I had to weed my way through excessive red tape at all
levels of planning. Government’s official permission was required to
leave the shores of India owing to my shoestring budget. Moreover,
traveling on a flimsy mode of transport like a bicycle, and for an
unlimited duration of time, it always is a reason for raised eyebrows.
My exploits in the capital even took me to the offices of the then PM
Mrs. Indira Gandhi and some other dignitaries who were contacted for
help, but in vain.
As the days drew near I found myself thinking about the absurdity
and impossibility of the situation. I could not help the thought, as
there was war all along my planned route of travel. Afghanistan-
Pakistan, Iran-Iraq, Lebanon-Israel- all were affected due to the
ensuing war. After having planned for over 3-4 years, the war looked
intentional and purposeful to me!
Planning a bicycle tour of this magnitude and proportion; riding
through various countries, meeting different people, having adventure
and misadventure, experiencing differing food and life styles – all
seen and sound great. In fact, it is, provided you are physically,
emotionally and psychologically well prepared to expect the worst.
My employer Smith, Kline & French was magnanimous in granting me
leave of absence for three long years and one day, late 1982, I
finally left home armed with a specially imported 10 speed Japanese
bicycle (lovingly named ‘Flying Pigeon’), my dear parents goods wishes
and very high expectations of a successful future. The heaviest
luggage that I carried was my empty purse as I left the Indian shores
with only Rs.200.00 on my person!!
Packing a Bicycle:
Packing a bicycle is an art that one improves through experience.
First and foremost, one has to travel extremely light and try to fill-
up empty spaces in a manner so as to prevent rattling. It is very
easy to pack empty spaces with socks, bandages, toilet rolls, gloves
etc., but remembering the ‘geography’ of such a stuffed pack is
difficult and at times embarrassing. Imagine your stomach rumbling and
you urgently need to ease yourself behind a bush and you keep pulling
out socks, gloves, bandages and everything else except the blessed
toilet roll!!!
Major departments of my heavy pack were a ‘bungalow’ (a light
weight tent), ‘wardrobe’ (one pair of extra clothes), a
‘bedroom’ (sleeping bag), a casualty ward (emergency medicines), a
‘work-shop’ (tools & spares), ‘office space’ (introductory letters)
and a camera. I also carried my “kitchen’ along – a small frying pan,
plastic plate, spoon, salt/pepper, tea bags, sugar, gas-lighter, water
bottle and a Swiss army knife. Although I carried the bare minimum,
at times my Flying Pigeon looked absurdly over-loaded and bulging.
Packing and un-packing the ‘dumb mule’ each day was indeed an annoying
and irritating routine.
It took me under 2 years to travel through the mid-East, Europe,
Canada and the USA to reach the city of Los Angeles just in time for
the 1984 summer Olympics. By the time I reached the Olympic village,
I was lighter by 11 kilos in weight but sharper and stronger than ever
before. I traveled through 47 countries clocking several thousand
kilometers (lost count) of paddle-power through rain, heat and snow. I
had the fortune to visit the most exotic places in the world, meet and
interact with many important dignitaries, and even travel to distant
places like Rovienami, capital of Lapland (Arctic Circle), the Rock of
Gibraltar, off the African Coast or attend the Olympic Games in Los
Angeles. However, my most memorable visit undoubtedly was to the
Dachau Concentration Camp and the Berlin Wall, that hideous un-natural
barrier which had the distinction of dividing one city into two…East
and West Berlin. This 99 miles long and 16 feet high Wall was built
overnight by the Russians in August 1961 which, in fact, looked to me
like a plague on the face of human civilization. Thankfully, this
ugly, repulsive, ghastly and revolting Wall was finally broken down in
early 1990’s thus bringing a symbolic end to the Russian dominance as
a Super Power.
While in Austria, I was presented a rolling trophy for being the
‘most distinguished tourist’ of the year, in Germany, France, UK and
USA I was welcomed and honoured by their respective political leaders.
Thanks to my employers SK&F, the city of Philadelphia gave me a warm
welcome by inviting me to the Mayor’s office for a cup of tea and
cake. Later, the Mayor even presented me with a plaque and gifts,
which encouraged me further in my endeavours. The pretty Mayor of San
Francisco, Mrs. Diane Frienstine, went a step further: she offered me
to hold the Olympic torch briefly which, in fact, was a great honour
to this ordinary cyclist from India.
Greatest Problem: The weather
If there was any cause for worry each day it was regarding the
weather. A cyclist is always at the mercy of the weather Gods,
whether he likes it or not. Emerging from a tent each bright sunny
morning is refreshing and encouraging. However, if it were to be
raining cloudy and gloomy, any encouragement to get started was
welcome.
Strong headwind was irksome and so were roads with irregular
gradients. The thrill of speed and power on one hand and the
inevitable aches and pains, annoyance with traffic or adverse weather
on the other hand are equal and inseparable facets of the bicycling
tour around the world.
On an average, I cycled approx.100 kms per day; however, on some
bad days I could not clock even 25-30 kms per day! The distance that
one travels is always dictated by the weather conditions prevailing on
that specific day.
Cycling Motto: Love all, trust a few and do harm to none.
It is not necessary that love all motto will fetch you love from
all. Despite all the good people I met, traveling was not as easy as
I had dreamed. I had many accidents on the way and my Flying Pigeon
was scarred all over. Lack of finances was a major worry every day
especially at sun down when I would plan for the next day. Often I
had to go without food for 2-3 days while I searched for a temporary
job. Getting employment illegally was extremely difficult and I had
to often struggle to keep myself afloat. It was only faith in God
coupled with my passion and obsession to realize my goal, pushed me
and helped me to survive hunger, frustrations, sickness and many other
physical and psychological hardships. In Athens, I was employed by a
hotel to peel boiled eggs (by the hundred) at nights and
simultaneously promote hotel sales on tourist trains during the day.
For that I got a 'princely sum'’ of 80 Drachmas per day (approx $1.00)
plus free stay on the hotel terrace, not to forget a few ‘free’ boiled
eggs that I gobbled down on the sly! While in Frankfurt, I worked at
a super market lifting crates; in Paris I had 5 different jobs each
day, right from cleaning toilets and washing cars to selling newspaper
and working in an animal boutique bathing dogs and trimming their
hairy coats, in particular around their anus!! In London, I worked at
a chef’s private kitchen washing utensils and chopping onions during
evenings and throughout the day distributed leaflets door-to-door for
penny-a-leaf.
In the USA, I earned my way across the continent by working mainly
at Indian restaurants (in New York, New Orleans and Houston) and
finally reached the West Coast in the summer of 1984.
The 23rd Olympiad:
One July morning in 1984, I reached the city of Los Angeles just
in time for the Olympics. Before arriving into the city I first
visited San Francisco where I was privileged to have tea and cake with
the pretty city Mayor Mrs. Diane Frienstine. Later I was given the
honour of holding the Olympic Torch, which was being carried by relay
runners to Los Angeles. After all the preparation and the hard work,
alas! I finally made it to the Opening Day celebrations on July 28th
1984! As the Olympic flames burst into life high over the Coliseum
and the most-awaited Games were under way, I thanked God for making my
dream come true. It was certainly worth the trouble to witness the
Olympic live. I could see the events free, thanks to Mr. Vidya Charan
Shukla who was also at the Olympics in the capacity of a Chairman,
Sports Council of India.
My parents were a great source of inspiration and encouragement,
not only during the preparation stage of the world tour, but also
throughout my 3-year sojourn. It was only after I returned home that
I realized the intensity of the agony and pain that my parents may
have endured to see my dream come true, for my father passed away
suddenly in his sleep one night when I was still cycling somewhere on
the West Coast of USA. It was much later that I learnt of his
passing away—by then it was too late.
I dedicate my globiking tour to my lovely parents. May their
souls always progress in the spiritual realms and may they continue to
shower their blessings on all of us. Amen.
In conclusion, let me quote an anonymous teacher, “---- soon, many
of you would cross the borderland to ‘old age’, and if your youth has
been clean, generous and robust you will look back upon that stage of
life as the most glorious, fruitful and enjoyable. The sun-set of old
age maybe pleasant, but the tossing ocean of youth is a grand sight
with its ripples and surfs, caverns and concealed bedrocks, vast
spaces and unfathomed depths.”
**********
--
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deepakvrao
Apr 21, 2010, 10:48:33 PM4/21/10
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Amazing story. TFS.
> Visitwww.bangalorebicyclechampionships.comfor more details
R. Venkatachalam
Apr 22, 2010, 1:32:49 AM4/22/10
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Really became emotional reading this....
It will be a great honour to have Adil flag off the races....
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manasij ganguli
Apr 22, 2010, 2:13:19 AM4/22/10
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What a story.......
Could not think of anything else for a long time after reading this.
This is the human spirit at its real best!
I wish Adil a speedy recovery and hopefully I get to emulate a partial bit of this great feat!
Cheers,
Manasij
Thanks and Regards,
Manasij Ganguli
+919874544003
http://manasij.wordpress.com
Rajaram
Apr 22, 2010, 4:18:45 AM4/22/10
to Bangalore Bikers Club
This was also forwarded to me by a colleague in my office. Speaks of
great determination and will power unmatched with very few in the
world.
He also has a linkedin profile in case anyone wants to know more about
him. I hope he is the same person.
http://in.linkedin.com/pub/adil-j-govadia/10/961/273
On Apr 22, 11:13 am, manasij ganguli <manasij.gang...@gmail.com>
wrote:
great determination and will power unmatched with very few in the
world.
He also has a linkedin profile in case anyone wants to know more about
him. I hope he is the same person.
http://in.linkedin.com/pub/adil-j-govadia/10/961/273
On Apr 22, 11:13 am, manasij ganguli <manasij.gang...@gmail.com>
wrote:
Rashmin Perla
Apr 22, 2010, 4:17:39 AM4/22/10
to Bangalore Bikers Club
Whoa...amazing. Can't we have Adil talk to us about his experiences?
Exceptional...he must write a book about this...this is stuff of
legend and National Geographic Special.
A toast to Adil and may he have a speedy recovery.
Rashmin Perla
> Visitwww.bangalorebicyclechampionships.comfor more details
Exceptional...he must write a book about this...this is stuff of
legend and National Geographic Special.
A toast to Adil and may he have a speedy recovery.
Rashmin Perla
Anool
Apr 22, 2010, 8:17:22 AM4/22/10
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A truly amazing, awesome, moving account. Get well soon, Adil.
Anool J M
Mumbai, IN
Anool J M
Mumbai, IN
Brijnair
Apr 22, 2010, 8:20:24 AM4/22/10
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Really amazing and inspiring story; Thanks for sharing this with us.
I wish Adil a speedy recovery.
Brijesh
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Sumit
Apr 22, 2010, 9:11:15 AM4/22/10
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Hats off Adil. Get well soon.
Manjula Sridhar
Apr 22, 2010, 11:48:01 AM4/22/10
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My goodness ! Truly inspirational; Arvind thanks for sharing.
It would be truly great to get him flag off BBCh;
Regards,
manjula.
M I T R
Apr 22, 2010, 2:07:02 PM4/22/10
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Wow!!!!!!!!! The list of super cyclists is always increasing and
wonder how most of them land up in b'lore..good for all of us.
Adil - wish you a speedy recovery..look forward to spending time with
you someday to hear the many many stories from your world tour!
Cheers!
M I T R
wonder how most of them land up in b'lore..good for all of us.
Adil - wish you a speedy recovery..look forward to spending time with
you someday to hear the many many stories from your world tour!
Cheers!
M I T R
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Apr 23, 2010, 12:08:58 AM4/23/10
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Ameet
Apr 22, 2010, 12:22:45 AM4/22/10
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Truly inspirational.
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