Kashmir → Kanyakumari
I followed NH 44 all the way from Kashmir to Kanyakumari.
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Furqan Table of Wisdom
End of 2022 I had to change the life I was living. I wanted to know what I was truly capable of.
3,600 km — Kashmir to Kanyakumari. 25 days. 11 states.
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3,600 km
25 days. 11 states. I had to find out how far I could go.
28 Oct · 12:22 PM
Ideally 6 AM. Repairs pushed it to afternoon. Bent handlebar and all — I still left.
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Instagram. Life lessons, discipline, and the road — in that order.
About
I had to change the life I was living right then.
At the end of 2022, I made a decision. I would change everything and go on a hunt to find out what Furqan actually is and what his capabilities are.
My father didn’t allow motorbikes — only the cycle. OLX, a scrap yard, ₹7,400, and Shakeeb holding my new bike in the first picture. To be very honest, I had no idea what I was doing. I was learning.
Timeline
Before the diary line, there was doom scrolling — then 10 km on Volcano ZX.
Scrap-yard steel. Two days straight repairing rims. Warangal at 3:15 AM. Then Kashmir to Kanyakumari in the diary.
2022–23
Volcano ZX → the ₹7,400 upgrade
Cycling was nothing special to me. My father didn’t allow motorbikes. The only option I had was my cycle. My first longest ride was 10 kilometres on Volcano ZX — I even flexed in the mirror after.
January 2023: I found one on OLX, kept in a scrap yard. I negotiated down to ₹7,400. That’s Shakeeb holding my bicycle in the first picture after I bought it.
Repair era
Two days. Full rebuild.
I sat for two days straight repairing it — rims, handlebar, gears, brakes. At that time I had no dream of Kashmir to Kanyakumari. Looking back, God was preparing me for something big I was completely unaware of.
Warangal
“If I sleep 8 hours, I go to Warangal.”
My parents weren’t home. I said: “If I sleep for a good 8 hours from now, I am going to go to Warangal on my bicycle.” I woke at 3:15 AM, packed my bags, fixed my shoes, and left.
It took me 14 hours. I arrived at 5 in the afternoon. “Did I just do this?” Each trip after that kept proving I can do more and more.
End 2024
Office cubicle → diary entry
End of 2024 — office cubicle, ordinary calendar, one line in the diary: Kashmir to Kanyakumari. I left the job. Studied the terrain. Shipped the bike twelve days ahead.
Kashmir to Kanyakumari
I followed NH 44 from Kashmir to Kanyakumari.
On 28 October 2025, 12:22 PM, I started from Lal Chowk Clock — bent handlebar, broken gears from the courier, and all. I packed my bags, prayed, and left.
“Did I just do this?” — that was Warangal. K2K was the same question, 3,600 kilometres later.
28 OctLal Chowk · 12:22 PM
25days on the road
11states
3,600km total
End of 2024 — the diary line
One line: Kashmir to Kanyakumari. I left the job. Studied the terrain. Shipped the bicycle twelve days ahead so Srinagar could receive it first.
I had no idea how big this would get. I just knew I had to go.
Srinagar — cold, broken bike, borrowed tools
My cycle finally arrived, but it was broken. Handlebar bent, wheel bent, brake lever broken. I repaired what I could. For the rest I didn’t have the tools — I used a shop in Lal Chowk before I left.
I took it as God’s way of testing how much I truly wanted this.
28 October 2025, 12:22 PM — Lal Chowk Clock
Ideally I was supposed to start at 6 in the morning. Repairs pushed it to afternoon. I decided to leave the bent handlebar as it was and start anyway. NH 44 southbound.
Shakeeb, Abbas, and Rabmalik were tracking my live location the whole way.
NH 44 — trucks, tunnels, strangers
I was about 30 km before Qazigund when I saw trucks parked one behind another for more than 10 kilometres. To reach Udhampur you pass through tunnels — cycles aren’t allowed; police helped with transport.
Met Musab on the highway. Shared road, shared meals. Goodbyes that hit harder than headwinds.
14 November — Hyderabad, then south again
Tank Bund welcome — bouquets and all. I tuned Abdullah Sir’s bike for two days: tyres, pedals, bearings. 18 November, 4 AM, Kurnool bound. Atif rode 80 km with me. South India — new language, same legs.
Each day proved I can do more
Karnataka, Tamil Nadu, rain, cyclone in the forecast — still rolling. Milestones that once said “Kanyakumari 2550 km” kept getting closer. I could feel it in my legs before I saw it on a sign.
Day 23 — 3,176 km on the clock
My body had adapted. Cyclone weather — drizzle, wind. Signs still arguing about distance. I could smell the ocean before I saw it.
Soo cloosee… Sooo very closee…
The last kilometres
Soo cloosee… Sooo very closee… Then the rock. The tip of India. FaceTime to everyone I love.
Twenty-five days taught me more than the previous twenty-four years. I am not useless. I have capabilities. I have courage. The proof was right in front of me.
Gallery
Photos from the ride — in order.
Tap any frame. Same journey, same sequence I lived it.
Full story
The story starts below
Written start to finish — the same words from my diary and the road. Scroll through it here.
View photo galleryOpening the journey…
Table of Wisdom
Each trip kept proving I can do more and more.
@tableofwisdomm — 43K+ on Instagram. I was listening to David Goggins while I was on the field, and it was relatable because I was experiencing every bit of it. YouTube for the long version.
Life lessons, discipline, and the road — told the way I actually lived it.
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