Singara Chennai

Hot Humid, Stifling Sticky, Conservative Chennai. It is very difficult to accept to live in a city with so many negatives attached to it. But for the city`s present and past inmates it still remains “aana namba Chennai maari varaadhu”. Maybe its insanity , maybe unbounded love for the city. Insanity does not have reasons, in this case I don’t seem to find too many reasons for the love as well! Or maybe the love has just grown exponentially after living in a city like Bangalore! :)



Agni nakshatram in Chennai spares none and it definitely lived upto its name on the may 12th afternoon, on our way to a beach resort near mahabalipuram. Eight brave men set out to have a great time and personally it was possibly the beginning of a “great time after long pause” era. Soon i`ll be over 2000 miles from my city and my people, my friends. Shyam`s quaint humour kept the mood alive and the first look at the resort(silversands, 4kms before mahabs) brought a spring to everyone`s step. What followed was nothing short of exhilarating sport, volley-ball, cricket, mud slinging, water bashing…….

7 PM. Clean and Fresh.The much awaited dream setting was ready. The 8 eight of us gathered around the drinking table, every muscle being tickled by the sea breeze and music soothing it thereafter. Definitely a dream when you look around to see the people around the table, I`m still missing a couple of more people around the table but i`ll accept these gems for now! Soon whisky took over the proceedings and turned everyone into puppets, whisky really pulled a few strings that night. Great performance!



I had the best idli in the world on Sunday morning, Murugan idli kadai. Just that the restaurant prices don’t quite match its rather elementary name. Anyway the tastes buds take over the mind and you forget the prices! The huge breakfast instantly killed all that was hanging over us from last night. So fresh again and head straight to another best, this time the best cinema theatre, Satyam. The NQ(nostalgia quotient) of this place is probably the highest when you compare with any other place in the city, I learnt a lot about life around this theatre. The good old santham got renovated and also lost its name, today its called seasons! Why not santham I ask??? Bheja fry to chicken fry at coconut lagoon and then an amazing ice cream at move n pick. All this while I keep telling myself, remember these are the places you once dreamt of stepping in, leave alone having something! And to realize its come a full circle with the same set of people with whom I dreamt of coming to these places is just an amazing thrill. We still ate a Rs 225 dessert like a 10 rupee dessert! Old habits die hard!

Thata lives in Chennai and a Chennai visit without visiting him is less than half complete. I stuck to my word and met him over dinner. So that was my weekend and loved it simply because I did what I like doing the most when i`m in Chennai, catch up and go around! This is how most of my college weekends were spent, including the visit to thata`s house. Obviously places like karthik tiffin centre have been replaced by their more expensive peers, I guess that’s just evolution.

So much for the 48 hours, just waiting for my turn to come and settle there and have friends coming over!

GET IN.GET OUT.GET EVEN.

Got in on the 10th of October, 2005, going out on the 25th of April, 2007 and got another 2 months to really even it out. Not quite THE ITALIAN JOB, but yes I would like to think of MY FIRST JOB as no less exciting. Can’t believe I have started counting on jobs already! The count began this evening when I submitted my resignation letter and I’m feeling happier now than I would feel on the 1st of any month. Never know what the future holds, my next employer might turn out to be of the monstrous liking or even worse I could end up jobless as well, but the new found joy is the mood of the hour.

All this happiness stems from the fact I’m getting to go home after a long time, 6 years. All this “Longing to go home” thing comes from the fact that I can count the number of times I got to go home during this time. Never felt all this while in college, but that was different, never really felt the weight of home pulling me with so many people around!
While in college I was told “It’s a lot different out there!” I shall testify for it.

Amidst all this lie some wonderful experiences and the lessons from those experiences, all credit to MY FIRST JOB. The lessons are still continuing though, remember I’m still trying to get even, and I have 2 months for it.

Ghosh Quits Bangalore sans the people around him!

Love him, hate him but you just cant ignore him. That’s my definition of Sujoy, the jumping jack with boundless energy levels. It all came to a grinding halt this Sunday afternoon and that spontaneous dead silence amongst us after we bid good-bye screams out the magnitude of that good-bye. A rare moment when a single thought occupied seven different minds. Quite a feat!

No, having that thought between so many temples is not the feat, but bringing it upon so many is definitely one and Sujoy you achieved the feat! Kudos. The best part, all this when all of us know that we can see him the next weekend in Chennai..





Simply goes to show the ammmaaaaazzzziiinnggggg time everyone had during the eighteen months in Bangalore with him around. Right from “anna eradu milds kodi” to “a bloody mary to go with pitchers”, it was one exhilarating time one wouldn’t want to forget! Now enlisting all the moments is quite a task and I would leave it to my more able pals to do it! Never forget the traits you are born with, laziness is mine :)

The joy doubled when I got to meet some fabulous people like ganesh and shilpa during these amazing (sorry cant type the typical amazing everytime!) 18 months. It was quite a gang where laziness was given up at a premium(and the boys are really proud of it!), everything was a good plan and it was a done deal when it came to food of any form(the deal was better if the food came free) and of course the fact that all us of were and are first rate “darakku pandi’s”. All captured in 5000 odd pictures, needless to mention the people on the two sides of the camera!

And then ghosh quits bangalore. But as they say the show must go on and the people around him will keep it up and running sans ghosh..

Macha it was god level da.. what an amazing time we had naa… and remember that ringa ringa roses we did… wow that was super fun da…and after that we got back home and “phir shuru”…and that dosa the next day…and…and…

In the Pursuit of Happyness..

Newton stated, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. That looks like 1:1, action: reaction. Similarly another wise man said, Failure is the stepping stone to success, here 1:1 is failure: success. Oh what wishful thinking, if only it was that easy then we would have billion billionaires and on flip side, we will not have any wisecracks on failure and success. (like the one above!)

Mind you some people are famous just for these wisecracks. This guy Murphy made so much money stating the obvious. “If anything can go wrong, it will”. My perspective on Murphy, I think he is an extremely successful guy, not just because of the money he has made but today he has half the universe quoting him. How cool is it when someone says, according to chaitanya`s laws “Ones success lies in their happiness”.

Dreams apart, reality jolted me this march 11th. To say the least, the interview panel shredded my intellect. Just the way India went under the shredder against Bangladesh at the world cup. One can’t debate who had the worst the debacle, because it’s me obviously! Our dear cricket team gets another chance, what about me! I have to go through the process again and create chances for myself. Easier said than done I guess!

In reality, that’s what would give me the most happiness, a post graduation; a qualification which will make my voice heard and obviously give me more money to burn! I’m sick of lying in the lower strata, the thought that pricks my mind constantly.

Nevertheless I’m still in the hunt.. In the Pursuit of Happyness..

My World Cup Final!

Its tense, its gut wrenching, nerve wrecking, blood boiling, brain drenching and what not! Its got all the ingredients of the world cup final, but this final will be played on a very personal note without any TV rights scandals. Its my SP Jain interview on the 11th of march ’07.

Why MBA? What do you expect out of an MBA? What are your strengths? Do you think you are ready for MBA? Just a few of the zillion questions occupying my brain cells. I guess this syndrome will continue until I actually sit for the interview. I now get a glimpse of what the Indian cricket team went through before their last world cup final! And my last world cup final, was very similar to our cricket teams final.

Its very hard if you don’t win the final, all the hard work goes waste, even worse unnoticed. You have to go through the pain and paces again to give yourself a decent chance for title-shot again. This title-shot on the 11th is god-sent and a make or break situation for me. I make it, I drive the sedan else I watch others drive it!

May be I’m putting undue pressure on myself with this complex and tense thought process, but this is also my motivation, the one that pumps my adrenaline! Go for it, make it even if means a few dog bites on the way up there! This dog also will get the chance to bite. May March 11th and April 28th prove to be the defining moments!

Amidst these constricted feelings, this stub written above is the only solace.

Sunday at Felix`s!

The Evam Play (The odd couple) last Sunday was bit more than just being hilarious, I was able to connect with a character, my friends could connect, everyone would be able to connect to some character. It was about two divorced men sharing an apartment, Oscar and Felix. Now Oscar, is a sloppy and casual fellow like my dear pals shiva, jithesh, et all and of course yours truly!

But hey, I also know a felix, the unavoidably adorable Sujoy! Oscar was easy to depict, just two words, but its not all that easy with felix. So in the next few(hopefully!) lines i will try to put up a picture of felix together in the best possible way. By the way i know this felix for five years now, so backing myself to do a good job.

Shiva, Jithesh and myself were at the play while (F)Sujoy was back stayed back at my place to arrange songs on my laptop, E: Drive for songs, ARR separated and the rest by language, after language it shall be genre of music, Phew! And the assortment goes on!(and oh, for music for which he couldn’t decide the genre it was “assorted”!).
We bid good bye to a couple of our friends(whom I`m tempted to call the cuckoo pigeons!!) and got home by 6 15 in the evening. The first question from (F)Sujoy was how was the play and the second, Why are you late???? (the play got over at 5 30!).

The weekend had to be kept alive, we thought we could head out for dinner and that way, the evening will pass. Now that’s when (F)Sujoy steps in with the suggestion of cooking at home, thereby saving on the little cash left. After the grocery shopping, we reached (F)Sujoy`s place, footwear and helmets outside, footwear inside the little racks provided and helmets over it, step in and don’t bang the door, gently close it, mind you these are just entry regulations. The music(at optimal volume) shall soon be switched on and first timers to a particular song are made to sit in a particular position initially(start point). They can start letting their hair down, only after they experience the music from the start point. I went through it all because I did not hear the sajna sajna number from Honeymoon travels! Now is that my fault!!

30ml of whisky, with another 30ml of water and ##ml of coke(meticulously measured), made up the drink. Glasses clashed, fire ignited and soon all of us were upto merry making. Oh the cooking starts soon, (F)Sujoy cooks and others are strictly asked to do the jobs assigned, not more , not less. The onions have to be cut in 1x1 cm dimension and you are allowed to be a little lenient on the tomatoes and the most important thing, nothing should be spilt around(especially on the bed!). Tobacco ash has to be in plastic cups with water (all this even after having an ash tray at home!), failing this, you have to clean the spilt ash area(if in bad mood) or you will have a mobile ash tray with you in the house!

Anyway dinner time at 8:30 and what sumptuous and delicious food!! With paper under our plates and food over it, the next hour was just another of those yap(fart) sessions. After the amazing food, the Oscars of the house fell flat, lazy to even wash their hands, whereas our man (F)Sujoy was doing the dishes! We asked him to do it tomorrow and pat comes the reply “come on macha, you know me, I don’t like unwashed dishes in the sink”. Ok fine, who can stop (F)Sujoy!!

So that’s how the night dawned on us we were soon back to our nests. Ok, this was just a sighter, for those who plan to visit his place in Chennai, give any of the Oscars a ring and we will give you the full blown picture.

Thanks for reading until here, hope I did paint an accurate picture. The world of “Oscars” can comment on the accuracy! 

P.S: Cuckoo pigeons, don’t take it to heart! 
(F)Sujoy- F for felix.

The Royal Stag(s)

The Al-Qaeeda threat loomed large over us! Yea we held George.W.Bush for a ransom which the Americans just refused to pay. Luckily the other party(al-qaeeda) was eager to get a hand on him, not so easily though! They weren`t ready waste cash on Bush, the wise men resorted to violence!! they threatened us and also entire GOA!! Poor Goa because the entire gang was there in Goa with the fugitive(bush) to celebrate new years eve! Mind you this chap Bush is probably the most loved fugitive, had a tough staving off the press and of course the wise men. That`s when the brilliant idea surfaced, locking up bush in a dungeon outside goa(qaeeda promised to attack only goa, strictly!) and moving on with our actual plans in goa! ha ha ha..brilliant!!



Anyway with Bush behind us, a goa transport vehicle deported us from karwar to cancona in like 1 and a half hours, the entire bus was getting entertained by our antics. From canacona another short journey and we finally reached Palolem beach. New years is peak season in goa, this time they are expecting special guests like Al-abdul Eh-rahim Yo-saleem and et all and to welcome them were the Goa Police. The peak season had peak rates, we hired the bikes at Rs300/day(helmets are mandatory in goa, thank god!) With fuel in both man and machine, we head straight to AGONDA, our abode for the next 2 days! In literary terms, Agonda is the antonym of Bangalore(or for that matter any city other than chennai!), yes in every little sense. I have to admit my special affinity to chennai, lets not get into that now. Agonda is just a sleepy little village with nice long beach and surrounded by hills, the perfect place to holiday. How could i forget, nil crowd, thats what i think makes or breaks ones holiday! At rush hour you "might" find a scooter, 2 dogs and a cow running around! Laidback,thats my kind of a holiday.



Oh, I forgot to mention, we were 10 guys on the trip! Grapevine has it that the women dropped out because of the notoreity of the author, anyway the jackals can fight for the sour grapes! After the boys got kicked out from quite a few places(it seems 10 boys make a lot of noise, seriously???), I finally found one Mr Abel who was ready to rent shacks right on the beachfront! From then on it was just sand,sea & whisky for the next two days. From now on, the sand,sea,whisky routine will be replaced by the word "Burp!". Lunch at a place run by a maharashtrian family and we started burping even before we were done with lunch! sumptuous huh! so thereafter followed a long long burp session, call to hear more about the burping!

The rest of 30th dec '07, was just spent burping around on the beach. We had the entire beach for ourselves, so the question of troubling others did not even arise.There was a special surprise awaiting us later in the evening, we were the uninvited (still burping) guests at a catholic wedding on the shores, by far the prettiest wedding i have ever witnessed! More than guys, i think the wedding is every girl`s dream wedding, all romantic and mushy. Well, the guys will have penthouse at the back of their minds, even on wedding day!! We burped our way to dinner and burped back to see the wedding cake and the other rituals.At around midnight, somebody mixed drinks (whisky & vodka dont go well!) and the author and his dear friend experienced a black out! Seriously from sometime late on 30th Dec to 6 AM 31st dec i have no clue what happened!! It seems a funeral was also performed that night beach, I`m sure they followed all the rituals very strictly!



Aargh... hangover on 31st dec!! So burping took a little break and bikes began screeching their brake`s across goa.The journey starts at 7 in the morning, shows the discipline set by brigadier ghosh, early in the morning! talking about ghosh, sujoy ghosh, people take my word, you have to meet him to experience the enthusiasm he carries and spreads, he clicked as many as 1050 pictures on the trip, all by himself! He is also a little weird though! A steaming hot coffee to bring a spring in the step and off we go to cabo de rama, apparently rama spent a few days here on his way to Lanka. See even the lord visited goa for a little..!! Did nothing but gaze at the vast blue sea and hey we discovered a new beach from the fort! After some vada pavs and omlettes for breakfast, we managed to detour and find out the route to this nameless,fameless and habitatless beach. Oh, another excuse to just sit around and laze, but mind you there was one person not resting and you know who!! back on the road after a while we were on our way to bask in the famous goa which people are actually aware off. A drive through the country side and free ferry across the sal river, puts us on Benaulim Beach(off Margoa). this beach had too much activity to our dislike, yea lots of good looking women, but then the crowds are a huge turn off! Lunch at benaulim(good seafood) and we are at a margoa supermarket, accumulating stuff for the party later that night!

A superfast ride took us back to palolem by 5 30 in the evening. A few more minutes and the daylight over 2006 would fade away. Bikes handed back quickly and hitched on to a boat ride back to agonda. We paid something like 100/head and its one unforgettable journey! Such things just cling on to your mind and boat ride is one of those kinds. For me boat ride on new years eve was the second time(did it last year as well), ask the rookies(sumanth) how they felt about. Sumanth to have him speechless, he had that dazed look in his eyes! I knew His trip was made at that very moment. To see the last sunset of 2006 amidst the high sea was quite an experience, there was a sense of fury in the evening calm.



The boats men motored us to butterfly beach before safely dropping us in Agonda. A few more hours and another year would pass by us. We were getting retrospective as we got ready and getting things ready to usher in the new year. While still in retrospection, I realized I dint burp all day!!! For Christ`s sake you are in goa I told myself, getting ready quickly for dinner. We had quite a sumptuous meal, as though this was our last meal and we wouldn’t eat again in 2007!! All the fat was burnt up though setting up the campfire and arranging things on the beach. At 11 PM, it was the perfect setting for an all boys night out! Not a soul on the beach other than the 10 of us! The drinks(black dog) were made and the campfire lit,(I guess an item number for the boys at that moment would have been perfect, anyways!) we cheered until 12:00 and celebrated cutting a cake(I stole the rose on the cake). Quite a celebration followed welcoming the new year and wishing everyone a Very Happy New Year. Ok lets skip the detail here!



January 1st 2007, I got up as early as 6 30 in the morning, got ready quickly and attended the early morning mass in the village church. What`s gotten to me, I thought, but then it felt nice to start off the new year in such serenity. All morning I sat along the shore admiring the will of sea. People slowly woke and it was time we said a good bye to agonda after a rather amusing lunch(the servers were taken aback by the self service we dished out!). Agonda was past us by 3 in the afternoon. We clung on to a local goods vehicle like cattle and got dropped at canacona. A horrible terrible bus ride takes us out of goa, to karwar. Some wisecrack decided not to drink(I think it was me!) and we spent time on the beach playing volleyball(anup took the honours!). All dusty and muddy we catch the sleeper bus back to Bangalore. The tired souls are back to routine again!

Oh we forgot our bait! The 13 trillion economy manufactured a pseudo Bush, the qaeeda searched goa and thought bush was dead when they didn’t find him, we didn’t get a bargain for the real bush and thought it would be in the best interests of humanity that we let him rot in the dungeon! The masterplan worked!!!!

Malabar Hitch-h(B)ike

3 P.M on Sept 29 of `06, 4 more hours and the long weekend (long because of the Mahatma`s birthday) would descend upon us, Anup and myself and also et all. That`s when both of us felt staying in bangalore over the long weekend, is the worst thing we could ever ever do! Finally after my mood swings(now thats as normal as the sun rising everyday!), we decide(anup decides & I nod) that at daybreak on 30th sept we must be in mangalore. Hmmm.. sounds exciting sitting on my cosy chair in office!!

In no less than 6 hours, we began to bite the dust(reality)! The Majestic Bus Terminus overlooking a long weekend is no less than a khumbh mela gathering. Despite all the chaos, the two dudes at majestic just refused to board "any" bus to mangalore. Finally we found our moolah in the form of a KSRTC volvo! wow! how cool is that!! here are two people on the verge of sitting next to a beedi breathing driver and in a flash they find themselves in plush interiors. Ok, there was one thing we had to adjust though, the destination of the bus! The wasn`t going to take us to mangalore, instead would drop us in virajpet! My geography matched with the volvo conductor`s geography, he said 80 kms from virajpet is mangalore, Roger that!!! Dawn brought some hard facts with it, virajpet to mangalore is another 170 kms and this is not the first time that my geography went horribly wrong. 5 AM to 11 AM on 30th sept was spent on a whirlwind bus to mangalore.The entire coorg district lay in our way to mangalore, and the beautiful surroundings really livened up our spirits. So Bangalore-Mangalore, 12 hours flat, pretty fast huh!

Mangalore, Malabar coast - Bangalore`s younger brother in the true sense, also a touch worse with its hilly landscape and high humidity! What else could we do in a place like this than go to a Pizza Hut and hog on a pizzas served with a phoney smile! Right from the moment we started this trip we had a bike journey on our minds, the two kids on the block were overawed by Motorcycle Diaries, yes the movie which introduced the legendary Che Guevara to the two of us. To our dismay, bikes are not hired in mangalore. Anyway a filthy 6-wheeler wheels us to Udipi. Why Udipi, apparently there is a beautiful island off the Malpe beach in udipi, this is what anup knew about the place, this guy knew a lot more even after this point, super I say! As far as i`m concerned, you get great south Indian food in Udipi, “Udipi Hotels are the best”, I was brought up listening to that from young and old alike.

Udipi had a pseudo buzz to it on the day we were there(still 30th sept), now I call it pseudo because the people did not really look like they were in a hurry, a local political leader gutting his lungs out at the town center, made them hurry, wonder for what! The politico really didn`t affect us though, because at 3:30 in the afternoon, both of us felt we are wandering around aimlessly(better late than never!), so Lord Internet finally comes and gives us some direction at that point. We decide to hit malpe beach and catch the late night train out of udipi. A long lovely beach welcomes us to sit back and gaze at the sunset. The sunset really sets the mood, it really does. The diving ball flushes out a mirage of thoughts. Since the adventure index of the day was low, we decided to take a long walk along the shore. We had to cross a canal merging into the sea, crossing under daylight was alright but crossing the turbid waters under the moonlight was also not very tough. Fine ok, the adventure index for the day stays low, real low!

After the soothing beach, dinner and we headed towards Udipi Railway Station. A 3 hour wait at the station awaits us. The wait wasn`t all that boring, thanks to some very pretty faces from the nearby Manipal college. So a short nap in the railway station(not the first time, Chennai central, numero uno!) and a longer one on the netravati express puts us straight into the land, for which the Lord Almighty is the brand ambassador.

So why on earth are we in kozhikode(kerala) on Oct 1st? Firstly nothing against Oct 1st and secondly my dear friend anup was super confident of hiring a bike here in Kozhikode. Being a Sunday, the tourist offices were closed and with our broken malyalam we managed to catch hold of this guy Habeeb, who might hire us his bike. On the southern most tip of the public beach, we meet this chap habeeb, who was very cynic initially about hiring his bike to us, finally got along well and agreed to rent us the bike for two days for a 1000 rupee deposit and 300/day rental and fuel on us! I cant explain how ecstatic we were when he said yes! We dumped our luggage at habeeb`s place and set off on what was to be the most exciting journey ever, till date!

Kannur (93 kms north on NH 17) by dusk, was the order of the day. We set off around 11 in the morning and stopped by initially at a fishing harbour, everything about this journey was a first for me. Chatted up with some local fishermen and set off again traversing the beautiful country side, vadakara, quilandy just to name a few towns. A small detour from the highway took us to an art of living ashram(under consruction). The location of the ashram right on the sea front, the more we spent time there, the more we fell in love with the ashram. But then, my doubts on the authencity of pandit ravishankar didn’t vanish! We had a tough time with the lunch because neither of us are fish lovers and fish is the only edible food available.

At around 2 in the afternoon ,we cross the kerala border to enter Mahe, a territory of pondicherry. Mahe has a share of about 5kms of NH 17, goes to show how big or rather how small the town is. Being a union territory, both petrol and liquor are dead cheap, unfortunately both the commodities don’t go hand in hand! We went to this tagore park(only hangout) in mahe to find the `entire` town drunk.Each one in their own psychedelia! Mahe was actually a disappointment though, nowhere even close to its illustrious brother on the bay.

Nidthu! Stop! Stop! Oh oh trouble we thought, when the cop stopped us as soon as we entered kerala again. He stopped us for crossing the yellow divider line(now when was the last time someone noticed the yellow line!), just an excuse to check if we were drunk! Soon we reached a drive-in beach, you can actually drive your vehicle on the shore. The venturous ones can drive down to the Horizon! Anyway I was more than happy by-hearting the name of the beach though, it was called Muzhapilangannad.. oh you bloody beauty chaitanya, how on earth could you remember that!!

Further still we lazed around in avoidable thalassery, a little trivia here, thalassery is the fashion capital of kerala(source of trivia- Anup!). Just around sunset time we reached kannur and watched a botched sunset from the public beach. After numerous pictures, we criss-crossed kannur three times just to decide the roof we were to settle under for the night(this is the only accommodation we took during the entire trip!).

We woke up the next morning from the cannanore lodge(bang opposite the railway station) at 4 30 AM, the sun wasn’t out yet(obviously!) and it was pouring heavily since last night. Forgot to mention, anup actually woke me up at 4 30! He insisted that we must go as per plan and the plan was to brave all the rain and bad headlights and reach bekal fort to watch the sea hurtle against the fort! I was a bit paranoid about driving in the rain, but trust me, my adrenaline was pumping so hard, I couldn’t care less for the rain! There was a lot more exciting stuff happening out there. But when we finally reached bekal fort(aprox 90 kms from kannur) I couldn’t help but thank anup for waking me up so early. At 7 AM on Oct 2nd, melodrama surfaced, the villain(sea) was in full fury, trying to grab the princess(land) , only to be stopped by the protagonist(the fort). We witnessed the melodrama for almost 2 hours and left as soon as the crowds were building up to do what we just did over the last two hours. Puttu kadale and idiyappam for breakfast at nearby kanhangad(now try getting this pronounciation right???) From then on it was just a battle with time and monsters(public transport vehicles in kerala, you got to experience having them as traffic companions to realize their monstrous nature!) to hit kappad beach by sunset. Payanoor and et all passed by before we halted for a sumptuous rajasthani lunch in kannur! Now that’s a huge bonus, an unlimited meal at Rs 25(if only a bed came at a special 50% off after the meal!). The journey is soon to coming to an end here folks!

After enduring a lot of rear pain, we were glad to have reached kappad to just laze around on the clean sands and enjoy yet another beautiful sunset(you can grow tired of anything, but not nature and its pristine beauty!). Another 15 kms from the kappad and we would reach where it all started. This last 15 kms neither of us spoke a word, we were probably feeling too bad that its all coming to an so soon! But hey, I bet we can repeat this!

8 PM, we enter calicut and finish the bike formalities and quickly hire an auto to the bus stand! This is not the first time it is happening to us that there are absolutely no tickets to Bangalore. Oh wait a second, did I say finished the bike formalities, how I wish it really was, to my surprise I find habeeb in the bus stand searching for us. I gave the bike, how about the keys!!!! Well it was very nice of habeeb to understand my tension(how to get to Bangalore) and not accuse me of theft and bash me up on the streets(gosh imagine that!)
Anyway, we boarded a bus at around 10, lucky to get the first class seats , the doorway and the engine top!! Aarggghh… body breaking! But dreaming all the way to Bangalore about the wonderful three days!!

The dream was jolted by a “meter double charge” cry from the auto-wallah at kalasipalayam. That’s when I told myself I could construct a lot more dreams only if I did my Monday to Friday duty well! Common one needs some inspiration to get to office after such a lovely trip and I found one in the zeal to construct many more such dreams. I`m right on the job!