"God i have to travel 10 kms". People say think positive, but how can you think positive about travelling 10 kms thru most crowded streets of Bangalore. You can hardly say "WOW today i will travel 10kms on the God's most condemned vehicle".
"Amma hogi barthini". And there is no reply. I shout twice. And finally mummy says "Hogi ba, and dont come late today." And as usual i say yes i wont be late. But i already have an inkling that i will be late, not because i have work, but i want to enjoy and after all what i do coming early. Mummy knows very well that i dont do nothing worthwhile sitting at home. Come to think of it my parents have never requested me to help them at home. And i have become totally lazy.
Anyway i pick my black bag, which is capable of carrying a baby elephant to the circus. Well all that i carry is a floppy and some pens, most of them dont write offcourse.
10 - 9 - 8 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3- 2 - 1 and take off. No this is not a countdown to ISRO rocket launch. Its just the number of times i have kick the scooter before it starts. It takes me almost 45 minutes to reach Mindtree.
Riding in Bangalore is no joke. My brother laughs at me when i say i dont like the common bike racing games on the computer. He hardly knows that i have a live race everyday. Tell me why do i need to play a game when i can feel the adrenaline flow on a live one. I beileve that Spanish bull fight pales in front of this 45 min challenge. After 2 months of gruelling training i have mastered the art of scratching every vehicle that i pass by. Newer the vehicle, better the satisfaction. Of course added with that you get to learn the Holy Street Vocabulary every time you hit a vehicle. Anyway the blue monster starts smoothly and stops smoothly too and most often without my knowledge. Causing traffic jams is my first hobby.
Travel thru the Cottenpet road. You will have a world of experience. Smells emnating from small industries, sewage holes, garbage bins make you feel heavenly. With tinge of perfume smell in the air, coming from a local perfume factory, one comes to believe God afterall made a mistake in developing our fine senses . But my heart goes out to those scavengers who regularly take out the garbage from the street corners.
"Oh god i would have knocked off that lady today". These are pretty common while i ride. I am happy that i dont have to travel with anyone sitting behind me. And sitting behind someone is even worse. Suma for instance believes that a vehicle does not require any engine. She belives that the WIND GOD will propel her forward. Sitting behind her would be HEIGHT OF PATIENCE.
Well bumps always give me the feeling that i could become a successful horse rider. I pride myself in making the highest jump while going at 50kms/hour. All sportsmen keep a GLUCOSE packet with them if they are too tired at the end. I too resort to this option quite often.
Though i think i will race to heaven, i only land up in Mindtree. I know not when GOD will smile and will land me up in Heaven.
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