Friday, April 29, 2005

Baloney, Hypoglyceamia and Coke!!

There are trips, there are expeditions and then there are adventures. The bike ride to Lonavala and beyond I guess will fall into the category of an expedition at least if not more. (CI still working). Hang on, I would rather say the pillion-ride, ‘coz panda just would not allow me ride his objet de passion more than 15 minutes at a stretch.

About the CI stuff that panda’s roomie guessed so fast, I would say only a person with a higher CI can judge another person’s CI so quick. And when a person with higher CI makes a statement, I usually don’t heed them. (May be that’s why many people say I am not such a good listener). Let’s not ramble on ‘coz the trip in itself is gonna ramble a lot. (With fun-loaded pit-stops of course)

After a tiring journey of 14 hours, I reach at Panda’s 13th floor Sea-facing apartment, where his roommates and his dad welcome me as the telephone guy(now you know). Any ways after dispelling the myth or confusion or whatever, I take a shower and wait endlessly until our handsome hunk arrives. We fuel and lubricate the Unicorn for the impending long ride and vroom off. In the initial enthusiasm, Panda falters, be it long legged lasses on the street or big-bottomed beauties. So I request him, let me take over the handle. And what a nice ride we have, with no distractions on the old Mumbai-pune highway with the repertoire of its idyllic glory spanning beyond the horizon. The ginger sky with the setting sun zooms off in the rear-view just like a Nat-Geo postcard. The dusky chill of the wind fills my heart with the warm shuddering of a hopeless romantic adolescent and as a consequence I twist the accelerator further. The approaching hilly landscape passes us by at 90kmph and the sudden drizzle compensates for the lack of music that panda was cribbing through out. You should hear the tune a 90(-1.5i-j) velocity vector of rain-drop makes on a helmet, if you think I am talking gibberish. The sudden sensation of rain-drops makes us realize, we are thirsty like hell.

We stop at the Khopoli food-joint where people look-at us with awe. I don’t know if it was my melanin-smeared face, panda’s bandana or the huge back pack. (CI still working) And then the legendary COKE incident. Inside the joint we have a candle-lit snacks break(no electricity), talk all sorta gibberish like how amazing it is that people so near to the bustling Bombay can be such big yokels and then garnish them with neo-intellectual nonsense like innocence is source of all beauty and other assorted baloney. We know we are on for a good trip and set-off for the second-leg of it. Will update that tomorrow. Got to look for a rented house and its Friday.

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