Had gone to Chennai over the weekend. Was good. This is no write-up but had some adventres riding to and fro and here are some of them.
odometer – 1557
Was to leave at 6am on Friday but then the idea of having chai and a smoke in my roomie’s company got the better of me and so finally left at 7:10am. She had just come back from work and was complaining that it was freezing outside and that I was mad to be going out and that too on a bike.
Didn’t feel very cold but then once was on NH4 proper there was a mist and my fingertips froze. Started feeling them again only at 9:30 whenI took a break at Mulbagal. After a smoke headed out again only to stop about 30km before Ranipeta. The roads were psycotic didn’t wanna stop didn’t know when the ghats came and went. Reached Sri Perumbudurat after 12. After the 4 lane highway, the roads were terrible. Finally reached Chennai only after 2pm.
From there on went on to spent a weekend completely lazing around and doing absolutely nothing.
Did go to the beach though, after all its a tradition for me, a trip to Chennai would not be complete without going to the beach.
Headed out of Chennai on Sunday, didn’t wanna leave, the holiday spirit was catching on u see. Finally left at 10:30am. Managed to find my way out till Sri Perumbudur and someway beyond. Then at one point saw a board saying For Bangalore Straight and Chittor and RanipetaRight. Had been though Ranipet and did not enjoy one bit of it so thought would take the straight road even though no one seemed to travel by that road. (logic said that must be a bypass). Anyway turned out to be a road underconstruction. So all the time had gained on the4 lane was lost. Did 50-60kph for a good 60 km. Did some off-roading too coz the road somewhere in between just wasn’t there. Finally reached Vellore and just kept on. Had no clue where I was headed(except that this road somehow reached Bangalore) but then its the road so thought lets just go where ever its takes me.
Next reached Ambur and at this point was starting to think I was onNH7. Next thing I know I see a board saying Vaniyambadi. Well now don’t need to say what I did next. So put a pit stop at the biryani place and picked up two biryanis and moved on again. Stopped on the way and belted biryani. That was when I saw the time, was nearing 5pm. Realized that I didn’t wanna be on the highway after dark so started out again. Just someway before the turn for Krishnagiri smelt something burning. Actually slowed down thinking it was my bike (had been pushing her hard u see). Then saw this bike in front emitting loads of smoke and this guy was just sending it, must have been doing a good 90 odd. Then saw this hint of flame near his silencer and for a second thought WoW this guy had some NOS unit fitted but then realized that some bag he had tied to his bike on the side was on fire. And so started the chase. That was one funny chase. I leveled with this other guy who couldn’t push any futher so he looked at me and then the bike in front and nodded and so did I, the silent communication of riders on a highway. So took off again with horn blaring, just then the bike on fire guy overtook a tempo, now it was not only us but also the tempo guy honking away to glory and he actually leaned out of the window and started screaming too. But our bike dude just wouldn’t stop he actually picked up more speed. Finally caught up with him and waved to this babe sitting at the back and she actually waves back and am like hey stop stop. At this point my speedo was showing some 100kph. Went a little further and stopped to see if all was ok. That was whenI realized the smal lick of flame I had seen was actually the whole bag burning. Lucky babe, she was sitting with her foot next to the bag, her salwar and she could have got burnt.
From there on then just belted with an eye on the sun. Remembered the movie Race the Sun. Finally reached Hosur flyover at 6:30pm and breathed a sigh of relief. A good 150km or so in about an hour and ahalf. Good stuff. Reached home at 7pm. Sat down and listened to my roomie talking away again about me being completely crazy but that was only until I told her had got biryani for her. As soon as she tasted it she was like so when u going next. felt good to be back home.
odometer – 2224
On the whole a good trip. Bike handled like a dream and roads were psycotic.
Moral learnt – don’t aways follow logic, sometime u have to apply logic to logic or just blindly follow traffic. And a 100cc is capable of a hell of a lot. Completely proud of my babe.
December 17, 2004 1 Comment
Am a little bored today… no thats not the truth. The truth is that I am tired, quite drained trying to juggle different areas of my life. Its not that I don’t enjoy this, well I love pressure and work best under pressure. My best qualities and attributes come out then.
But then there are times when you have to make choices coz you can’t give your best to all of the areas. And then there will be those times when two of them are equally weighted and the choice is difficult. So after all the thinking you choose to go with both and then its quite alot that you go through. Its a test of physical, mental and emotional strength.
Its fun yes. Have enjoyed this feeling completely over the last two days. My work is important to me and concidering the FSA deadline and the fact that work needs to be done before I leave for UK on Saturday the 13th of November 2004. And then there is also my love life, knowing that while in UK will not be able to speak to Shamz wanna spend as much time with him as possible. So then its been day in office and night on the phone for the last two days with only 4 hours of sleep (that also with difficulty).
Hyper acidity which doesn’t seem to be getting any better only worse. Slow mental response, heightened absent-mindedness. Its all a part of this and somehow (quite funny) its brings a feeling of euphoria. Can’t understand it but love this state completely.
So then again its a choice I make and like I say you may regret a decision but never a choice…
November 10, 2004 No Comments
The search is on…
Love is a four letter word, simple to spell, easy to say, its just one syllable and yet is such a complicated word. Its unexplainable, inexpressible, so situational, constantly changing, transforming and still it changes and moves the world. The meaning and understanding changing with the years. Always to suit the requirement of that age and person.
In school love was messages on torn slips of paper, chits passed along benches. Whispering when he passed by, silly promises, flowery letters and candy.
In college it took a different turn, it was in the look, the silent blush and sigh, the hide and seek of the eyes. Promises for ever, being together every available minute. Sleepless nights and days filled with waiting. Long letters filled with anguish brought on by the distance, hours on the phone and of course flowers and chocolates.
And today its transformed again. It’s a silent look and simple smile. Sms and emails. Spending hours on the phone one day and then not speaking for days. Knowing you come second and being ok with it. Being a friend all time and lover sometimes. Not demanding but understanding and being there. Not expecting but accepting.
All this is the same, all of it is love and yet it is different. I’ve been searching since time in memorial, looking around hoping to find someone who felt the same. But there is that fear too, what if ‘love’ changed again or he came but came too late… and yet hope springs eternal… maybe I will find him when ‘love’ feels the same for both of us… maybe just maybe he’s feeling it too… And all I have to do is keep searching…
(So what do u think… height of joblessness I say…)
October 29, 2004 1 Comment
Even rebels get lonely sometimes…
Was just standing the other day and watching the world. It seemed like everyone had someone they related to, not that I don’t but it was just that the people they related to were around them, close at hand. Like minded people who could spend time together, people on the same wavelength and somehow I felt left out. Now, don’t get me wrong, its not that I don’t have friends or acquaintances, its just that I am on so different a band-width. I wish I could sometimes speak the same language they do, say the things they do, live the same life, dream the same dream, just be one of them and yet I can’t. I walk a different path with no destination at all, I dream dreams that they would shun, live a life all my own, speak a language they can’t comprehend, visualize what they can’t even imagine. Yes, I am a rebel and may be I am beyond their understanding but can’t rebels be lonely too, sometimes…
October 29, 2004 No Comments
My Favourite Books…
Gone with the wind
One flew over the cockoo’s nest
To kill a mocking bird
Bridget Jone’s Diary and The edge of reason
Pillars of the earth
Bridge across forever
A time to kill
My Favourite Movies…
The object of my affection
My Favourite Songs…
Annie’s song – John Denver
Nothing else matters – Metallica
In the end – Linkin park
Aniron (The council of Elrond) – Enya
May it be – Enya
October 28, 2004 2 Comments