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Here I Go on the road again

the call of the road

 

I love to drive. I really love to drive. I really totally love to drive. I really totally absolutely love to drive. Humans invented words to be able to communicate . While it is true that our mastery of larynx has enabled us to become masters of the world and deluded us into creating competitions to find the most beautiful thing that breathes in the universe, no matter how many daggers I inflict on the works of Wren and Martin and the guardians of English dictionary , I cannot honestly describe the joy that driving gives to me. Words can indeed be funny, only way to describe your love for anything is to write that you cannot describe them in words.

So, I love to drive. I love to drive fast. In India, driving fast is not something that any cardiologist will recommend to the fainthearted. Driving on the roads of India, it sometimes makes me wonder where did Stan Lee get the inspiration for his characters . Maybe it was good that he did not live in India or else his description of the physical self of his characters would be so much realistic. Every day in India you have people take to the road that they are the one and only spider-man and superman. Helmets are something meant for people whose brain skulls are made of fragile calcium composite. Driving on the wrong side is only way to drive specially if most of the lesser mortals who are driving at over 100 km per hour stand to disintegrate after a head on collision with the superman. The best part of it all is that the biggest superpower of Indian motorists is the high beam light that shields them from harms way by blinding the oncoming traffic driving on the right side of the road.

So, I have a self-destructive love. And there hangs the tale or whatever Lord Archer might have programmed my brain to mutter. If I am to analyse every thing I do in my life, my driving stands out as an anomaly. I was a lethargic when it came to physical activity , while I won accolades galore in academics and extra-academics, I have a resounding empty cupboard for sports. I used to hate games period and would actually study during the same in school. Yet, now I am one of the most regular guys in the gym challenging myself everyday to run an extra kilometer so much so that most of the fit members of the gym publicly declare me as an object of envy. Post diabetics, I have almost killed the foodie in me, I used to live to eat and I used to eat. For years, I could eat the most in my locality and now I am scared of having an extra serving of wheat bread. When I see oil floating around, it becomes difficult for me to chew and digest.

But we all are slaves to our own brain who will always find a way to justify all we do. While it is tempting to say that I am in control of my car, it is not really the right answer. I have had times when I lost control of my bike or car for a few fleeting seconds,seconds where only extraordinary symphony of circumstances saved my life. So I take refuge in my knowledge of biology.

When you are in fear, your brain produces adrenaline. A rush of adrenaline stimulates the body and causes a sudden release of glucose as well as an increase in blood pressure, respiration, and heart rate. It makes you more aware of your situation and your body is physical more ready to react.Different people have different brains. Some brains needs a lot of excitement to pump out adrenaline (Formula 1-drivers, sky-divers, base-jumpers,), others, however, need just a little; stealing a candy bar, going into an examination.
After a while the adrenaline is no longer active in your body and you have indeed conquered your own fear. That makes some people feel “more alive”.
Some brains produce  dopa-mine, a kind of reward-drug: you get a good feeling about yourself. It’s all about these chemicals. Because of this reward-drug you may want to do it again, and when, for instance,  becomes too familiar, you need to go off-piste to ensure the production of adrenaline and dopa-mine.

Fully satisfied with my explanation, I can only mummer the lyrics of Bob Sager’s song “Turn the page”- especially the part “on the the road again“- juxtaposed with the background music of Bon Jovi’s “Blaze of glory”, and dream myself pressing my accelerator hard enough so that there is no air bubble between the shoe of the accelerator and the chassis of my car.

 

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A tale of several twisted roads in southern part of India -Part 1

For the uninitiated, I have the last two and half years of my life at a place called Chennai, I also happen to have a mode of transportation called car and a desire to travel called a primal desire. It is a conspiracy of my instincts, opportunity and geographical latitudes that I find myself soaking my eyes in the sun rays bathed in a s sea of green,gold and asphalt. My primal needs to feed my stomach means these changes in wavelength occurs during the days of week we call Saturdays and Sundays. The first of the innumerable excursions was a place which the French left as Pondicherry and the politicians renamed as Puducherry. But for all and sundry, the place was still the affectionate Pondi. The land of good food and great booze.

The journey

At that point of time, I was staying in the outskirts of Chennai at a place called Kelambakkam. Three people from office picked me up from my place at around 2 p.m. Thus started our journey on an A start across the lovely tarmac of East Coast Road.  A good word to describe ECR is scenic and a good word to describe scenic is ECR. The view of clear blue seas separated by arching trees is something that needs to be seen.Every mountain has a peak and every great experience has a peak. The peak for me was staring at the setting sun from a solitary log of wood left stranded on the damp floor of a receding back water. After a few hours of awesomeness, we were in Pondicherry and it was time to go hotel hunting.

The hunt for the hotel 1st January evening is not the best time to search for hotels in Pondicherry. We were on a limited budget which we were determined to spend on booze and food . Everywhere we went we were told to get lost. Finally, we came across a place called Sri Krishna guest house. It was 1000 rupees per room which meant 500 rupees per head. It meant my basic requirements on bathroom hygiene and it had a bed and a nearby street had a place where we could park our car. A single sentence to describe it all was  “a great place to stay”.

Things we did

 

  Food and Drinks The one thing that please me the most was the quality and economics of booze – good booze and great booze. Time to stock up.. have all you want. But booze alone cannot gratify hunger so ‘t was time to gorge on delicious pizzas and french food. A local guide told us the places to go. On day 1 most of the places were full but we found ourselves seated at Theresa’s to gorge on wood baked pizzas. Day 2 was spent at Le Club and few other places. We also went to a beach near Auroville, it had a small nondescript hut called cocos something, it had the most amazing russian salad and bread omelet. For people interested in stocking up booze a good place to go is a whole sale place around the place where the main beach road ends. You will get all you want at a price you can only dream off.Having booze in hotels is not that economical so we had the best of brands in our own small room.

 

Other things: Pondicherry is blessed with a large number of beautiful and bountiful beaches. We had a ride with us so we went to a random beach and spent a long time playing frisbee. After two days of awesome fun, it was time to bid adieu and come back to the city of Chennai. We started early, the other three attended office while I took a day off.

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