Saturday, August 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Happy to have successfully completed one more episode of reaching workplace on a two wheeler. I graduated into believing that driving a two-wheeler in the peak hour is equivalent to something like finding a way out of "Padma-Vyuha" (Mahabharata- Mythology - a sinister war formation designed to trap Abhimanyu, son of Arjuna) by walking on a tight-rope. Whoosh! I negotiated the morning's first puddle that is 5 meters wide, soaked a lot of muddy water in my new socks alongwith the soundless curses thrown at me by my pedestrian counterpart. Second puddle, Nah - that doesn't hurt much since already immune to such... Tried and succeded in entering the Mehrauli-Gurgaon road while carefully steering my humble TVS Victor (GL, of course) without actually coming under the rock-like rubber wheels of the not-so-blue Blue line. Well now I will cruise my way all along - that's upto Udyog Vihar!!! Life on two wheels would have been much faster if it were not for the silly bicyclist who is totally oblivious to my joyous mood and pedals into my track - just failing to kiss (or crash, to be more precise) into the three wheeler before me. That was from the left. From my right, Oh yes i'm in my right senses, this jeans and tank top clad lass sans helmet tries to cross my path a few meters ahead of me.. (tank tops remind me of cylinders with many contours-that's a different blog altogether) what nice nail color she wore! Did i see a head on that shoulders? I don't recollect and Ho..it is time to pass on..
touching and entering the confluence of traffic at the Hotel Bristol, and Vo La! (French - equivalent of "excellent" - picked up from my recentvisit to Senegal).. my essential right turn indicator doesn't work - can't indicate my intention to turn right with my right hand since can't afford to lose momentum.. left hand already busy with handling the handle bar - can I use my right leg instead?!?! Oh you speeding BMW - please take the advantage of being a big entity on the road and driven by an even bigger lady - pass on - pass on - i would be more than happy and thank you for sparing my office from the effort of releasing my obituary..
Mind follows the body - someone taught me through a book once. I am practising that now by sporting a c2c (corner-to-corner) closed-lip, idiot-inside-helmet-outside smile, trying to dilute my own road-rage. I am also making it pretty sure that someone pretty sitting pretty in a four-wheeler, must not get the wrong impression that the c2c smile is targetted towards her (or him), for reasons well known.
It really makes one's vision sharper (and tyres balder) to have to pan across almost an impossibly wide range of 268 degrees in less than two seconds of time while merging into another Ganga-Jamna-Saraswati like eternal confluence of traffic opposite Bristol, under the would-be Metro track. Again OK with all that trapezing and ..Enter the Jacaranda!
Come on God, why should I have to negotiate with this abandoned donkey - wagging its..its...(forget it yaar - get the blog done and - how do you know that it is abandoned in the first place or First India Place?) and get entangled in the mental search for the correct word to describe the agony.. Oh yes now I correctly crossed her again.. the tall babe along with the miniscule version of another.. i cross them almost at this point of the road every day.. Come on now thankyouforstoppingand not running overmeeeeeeeeeeee......Thank you Indica for your powerful brakes!!! This Jacaranda Marg is a best example of the art of breaking-speed in India; your vehicle (with you on it) gets enough work out after passing over all those zebra painted bumps spaced fifty meters apart. Great health consciousness.. it seems.
Here I am now at the famous DLF building with a huge glass funnel in place..er.. is that a futuristic fire escape? Well, first let me mark my presence in the thick and pure muddy diversion in order to set foot (read tyre) on the dry and thick tarmac of NH-8. An occassional splash of mud on my steam-iron'd trouser crease will not divert me - anybody for that matter - from getting over to the eutopic destination ...the "NH-8" !!
Yes.. Now me and my TVS Victor are both getting the kick of it..swooshing on the side-lane of the NH-8 at 80 KM per hour... the wind singing a high pitched song into my ears, quickly throwing discerning looks on potential jaywalkers who doesn't seem to be much aware of our collective destructive power and are daring to cross .. You are God..Man.. you are saving the poor chap and your own self from turning into lifeless heaps on the side of the NH.
Now, the U-Turn of IFFCO Chowk.. eventless (not that I am expecting to culminate this U-Turn by running into something or someone with the steering wheel of a bus in his hands) and Vo La again (no translation needed this time i suppose), smoothed my TVSelf into the bottleneck of the other side of the NH-8..
Friends, Country men and (other vehicular compatriates) thank you for all your patience and effort to have read this blahblog. I assure that this is as original as the keechad-design on my bike's silencer, imitation of none but my experience and as glaringly boring as it could be.
May the signals in your route be always green!!!
Srinu.
touching and entering the confluence of traffic at the Hotel Bristol, and Vo La! (French - equivalent of "excellent" - picked up from my recentvisit to Senegal).. my essential right turn indicator doesn't work - can't indicate my intention to turn right with my right hand since can't afford to lose momentum.. left hand already busy with handling the handle bar - can I use my right leg instead?!?! Oh you speeding BMW - please take the advantage of being a big entity on the road and driven by an even bigger lady - pass on - pass on - i would be more than happy and thank you for sparing my office from the effort of releasing my obituary..
Mind follows the body - someone taught me through a book once. I am practising that now by sporting a c2c (corner-to-corner) closed-lip, idiot-inside-helmet-outside smile, trying to dilute my own road-rage. I am also making it pretty sure that someone pretty sitting pretty in a four-wheeler, must not get the wrong impression that the c2c smile is targetted towards her (or him), for reasons well known.
It really makes one's vision sharper (and tyres balder) to have to pan across almost an impossibly wide range of 268 degrees in less than two seconds of time while merging into another Ganga-Jamna-Saraswati like eternal confluence of traffic opposite Bristol, under the would-be Metro track. Again OK with all that trapezing and ..Enter the Jacaranda!
Come on God, why should I have to negotiate with this abandoned donkey - wagging its..its...(forget it yaar - get the blog done and - how do you know that it is abandoned in the first place or First India Place?) and get entangled in the mental search for the correct word to describe the agony.. Oh yes now I correctly crossed her again.. the tall babe along with the miniscule version of another.. i cross them almost at this point of the road every day.. Come on now thankyouforstoppingand not running overmeeeeeeeeeeee......Thank you Indica for your powerful brakes!!! This Jacaranda Marg is a best example of the art of breaking-speed in India; your vehicle (with you on it) gets enough work out after passing over all those zebra painted bumps spaced fifty meters apart. Great health consciousness.. it seems.
Here I am now at the famous DLF building with a huge glass funnel in place..er.. is that a futuristic fire escape? Well, first let me mark my presence in the thick and pure muddy diversion in order to set foot (read tyre) on the dry and thick tarmac of NH-8. An occassional splash of mud on my steam-iron'd trouser crease will not divert me - anybody for that matter - from getting over to the eutopic destination ...the "NH-8" !!
Yes.. Now me and my TVS Victor are both getting the kick of it..swooshing on the side-lane of the NH-8 at 80 KM per hour... the wind singing a high pitched song into my ears, quickly throwing discerning looks on potential jaywalkers who doesn't seem to be much aware of our collective destructive power and are daring to cross .. You are God..Man.. you are saving the poor chap and your own self from turning into lifeless heaps on the side of the NH.
Now, the U-Turn of IFFCO Chowk.. eventless (not that I am expecting to culminate this U-Turn by running into something or someone with the steering wheel of a bus in his hands) and Vo La again (no translation needed this time i suppose), smoothed my TVSelf into the bottleneck of the other side of the NH-8..
Friends, Country men and (other vehicular compatriates) thank you for all your patience and effort to have read this blahblog. I assure that this is as original as the keechad-design on my bike's silencer, imitation of none but my experience and as glaringly boring as it could be.
May the signals in your route be always green!!!
Srinu.
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