God's Own Country

Finally got some time out of the hectic green charts to blog...  After a year in Hydra-baadu I made it into the land of coconuts.. Yup came to God's own country. Was a hectic journey from Hyd to Singara Chennai and then to Kochi.. Especially after the packing and unpacking and the repacking, Last few days in Hyd got more difficult due to the greatest problem in the planet, "The Telengana effect". [My fiancé even wrote a song for those guys, I need to admit its really nice and funny though]. 


Finally got the train reached Kochi at around 6 odd in the morning, I called up my friend who is instru'mental' for me to hit this joint who told me he didn find a parking space in the station and made me walk close to 1 Km with my luggage. What comprises of my luggage is an amusing thing, A normal Suitcase, a shoulder bag and my riding accessories consisting of my Jacket [the heaviest apparel iv ever seen which resembles an Overall ] and my helmet. I actually looked like a clown wearing my jacket and the Helmet on my head[ I know the helmet goes on the head but not when ur not on ur bike] Carried that all the way to the station's entrance and got into the car to my friend's place. 


After announcing my safe arrival to everyone in Chennai, I got ready to go to work and was quite surprized to see my friend hit the sack again instructing me to wake him up by 9 since the the office timing starts only at 10.
Finally we went to our workplace and I started my life of a software engineer once again.


The week passed and I was so restless in a new place which is one of the most sought tourist spot in the country, I forced my friend to take me around the town and we did go around few places and I was truly astounded to see so many coconut trees... 3 things in Kochi no one can ever miss.. Coconuts, Bridges and Water. 


I wouldn say this was better than Hyd as this place is not a city but a tourist destination, Roads are too small but excellent driving sense and the worst part about this place is they dont know what night life is.. u can see the entire city shutting their doors by 8:30 max... I guess they would watch surya TV from that time on... and one more thing.. there arent many good looking women in this place...  Everyone says Kerala has good looking women.. Kerala might have good looking women but Kochi doesnt have..  


Its a Slow and a quiet town... if u want a Hip and Happening place with night life Kochi is not a place to be... other than that its a scenic joint for a couple of joints...

The L0st Symbol

The habit of reading book was fading away fast from the time I had l come out of college.. There were times when the entire Sidney Sheldon collection was completed while my lec(tor)turerers were busy polluting the air with noise under the name of so called education. But these days it has become a herculian task to sit in a place for some time and indulge in any calm activity.



But there are few books that make u sit in a place and grab your undivided attention and grip you into it. All of Dan Brown's books have that potential. After reading the first book I became a die hard fan of him and his works..

Wikipedia told me that the next book of Dan Brown was in pipeline which roused my spirits and finally the day came when the book was out.. After few minutes of search I got an e book.

After few hours I completed the book, Needles to say Dan Brown has some sentiment that all his books should start with someone dying, This guy is following a pattern.. If you had read Da vinci code and Angels & Demons [If you have only watched the pathetic Tom Hanks movies Im sorry you need to read the real thing] this book falls into the same plot.

Here is the pattern. Someone gets killed--> he leaves clues--> there is always a gal beside Langdon --> they solve the clues--> Villan is also a history freak--> finally Tamil Cinema Climax.

This was good for the 2 europian histories. But American history is defenitely not intersting. Imagine A country with no account of any ancient civilization, a mere history starting from the 18th century is not that attractive. Moreover most of the facts were told in National Treasure Movies.

Imagine, How much someone can take in the entire concept of US presidents doin out of the world things.. Imagine They even claim US presidents directly involved in Alien Robot cover ups[NBE 1 AKA Megatron]

Coming back to the Lost Symbol, Even the antagonist is not that powerful, its really hard to digest that someone who spent all his life as a gal chaser gets all the intel to join one of the most famous brotherhood after spending a night in some rotten Jail. And to worsen things up he is not even brilliant, comparing the Hassasin from A&D.

Also, Dan Brown managed to hit load of facts in this book as well, But the interesting ones are always the non masonic ones. Few un answered questions again. Wasn't the pyramid of Illumination a concept of Illuminati rather than the Freemasons? If Illuminati had infiltrated the Masons and inflicted their thoughts wats so good about Masons. It was always the knowledge of Illuminati and they were the ones associated with knowledge. Masons were just the politicians.

After the first books of Brown The Lost Symbol had so many expectations, which was satisfied to great extent. Excellent intel on Washington DC. But again, the comments are from my perspective. I still love Angels and demons and Digital Fortress for the data and the detailing

Built Like A Gun... Going On a Bullet

Well.. This would be a start up for a lot more travelogues that would be coming up...

Iv always been a speed demon and thanks to the capital of Andhra the speed demon inside me is killed and buried. But as the old saying goes, "In every dark cloud one can find a silver lightning"

I tried to find a silver Lightning for a very long time but I found a Black Bullet.

With the final decision made and financial arrangements taken care the Bull was finally ordered. From day one of me placing the order for the magnificiant beast the adrenaline level shot up and was at alarming levels, To exaggerate a little I was more like Vijayakanth who can make people fly just by touching my mustache. To test my worthiness Mother Nature unleashed her wrath upon me, It was raining like hell[dont ask me whether it rains in hell, If it can rain in Hyderabad it can rain in Hell as well]. But little did she know that even a Tsunami couldnt have stopped me at point of time

With some help from the local transport I finally managed to reached the Abode of the Bulls which is quite far from the place I exist. Finally after weeks of waiting the beautiful Monster was waiting for the taking. Something which made other Bikes feel they should have never been made. Standing inbetween the latest Machismo and a Thunderbird yet stood miles apart in class and looks was "THE BULLET" commonly known as the Standard 350.

The wait was finally over and the guy in the showroom gave me the keys of the Bull and explained the riding techniques so that the beast could be kept in control. I had to forget everything I knew about motorcycles before I mounted the Bull as she was nothing like the other small bikes built. The technology used is tried and tested for close to half a century now. An engine which was designed to withstand World War II. Built especially for the armed forces, built to last, built by a company which produces guns and cannons. The differences start from the ignition system to the gear shift levers. I had to get accustomed to the gear shift lever as in "Standard 350" gear shift is on other side. I had to change my Riding style completely, I knew I cant rip the road apart, cant shift gears the way I want to cos Its not me who rides, Its the Bull that carries me with all that power and a mind of its own. When you ride a Bull its not about going fast or clocking Lap timings. If you want such a bike you can go for manufacturers like yamaha or similar ones. Its all about standing out of the crowd, "Ayirathil Oruvan" and not "pathhoda padhinonnu" to put it in simple Madras lingo.

The moment finally arrived, I took my own sweet time to kick the engine to life, It was not a roar, It was a Thump, a thump that matches your heart beat, bidding farewell to the showroom folks the ride began with my heart and the Bull thumping as one...

I was really happy with my Pulsar 150 which bore the name "The bringer of Light" uncommonly known as the Illuminati and happier with the Bull which will bear the name of one of the meanest machines ever


"The Nebuchadnezzer"

Im on the Highway to.......

Well... its turning out to be more of a travelouge.. anyways here it goes...

Its been long since I heard the wind howling in my ears.. Roads pleading for mercy... well it happened after a long gap.. Me and ma fellow rider were plannin for a short night ride to a Dhaba where we ate enroute to Gulbarga.. A pretty neat place compared to the crap places inside the God forsaken spit of land called Kondapur and its surroundings, a 35 Km ride from my door step on the Hyderabad Pune highway... It was a familiar road as we rode on it few months back, but it looked a lot different under the starless night sky.



We started off pretty late so that the heat would have subsided and I decided not to take ma beast out since the dog inside the cops were on de prowl. Da ride was on a smaller but a more ferocious beast with the leash on ma companion's hand.. It was an irritating start through the city traffic but forgot everything de moment we went out of the vicinity of the city it was a gorgeous sight of the open road.. Heart started screamin the AC/DC song "Im on the Highway to Hell"

There had always been a facination towards 2 stroke bikes especially the Yamaha RX series.... Whether or not you maintain it prperly it doesn require any horns as the bike itself is horny... The sound it gives out can scare the hell out of dogs to aunties. We were zooming on RX135 tearing the wind which was pleading us to leave it alone and ma friend was in no mood to listen to it. Thats when it lost its patience and the entire condition changed.. suddenly the calm backdrop turned stormy.. heavy winds from all the sides making the bike sway in all different directions.. with the lightning effect to scare us, which didn have much effect on us though. The wind speed steadily increased and we started to feel mother nature's fury.. Since we were riding on a light weight Yam it was our turn to plead... the only way to escape the fast and furious wind was to maintain a painstaking speed of 45 to 50 KMpH. Finally the Mission to Dhaba was accomplished.

The dinner was amazing... eating in that place can make anyone amazingly fat... The food mainly constituted of paneer and more paneer and rotis directly from tandoor.... We ate and ate and ate and at one point we gave up on the fight between the Alloo paratha and the Kaju Paneer.... Finished it off with a bang with a traditional Lassi and we headed back into the concrete jungle. Thats when the nightmare of every rider happened.... Yes A FLAT......

Just when we were about to enter the cosmopolitan urbanized high tech city of my locality one screeching sound announced that the Yam's rear wheel is lifeless without atmosphere in it. And it was just over 11 pm. I had to take an Auto to roam around to find a guy who can do the phenominal job of fixing a flat. I got him to de bike and routine job of removing the tire and taking it back to the shop and checking for any anomalies happened and the guy threw a bomb on us... the tube has gone for a toss.. had to get a replacement... for which we spent few more hours and finally got one and got it fixed and finally hit home....

The entire adventure finally came to a flat tiring end, the night passed by discussing the entire trip to the gang of goons in the room... now everyone wants to go to that place to experience the unnatural events we exprimented with.

Final notice to everyone on road.... "This is only the beginging... once the heat dies I will Rise... I shall make everyone on road to plead as im transforming to a true rider of Hydera baad.....

Beauty.....

After a hectic week of work work and more work one nice thing happened in my life.. I got to see few of the beautifull things that were created by man...

The eternal wait for the weekend finally ended with my friend calling up on Saturday morning and giving me an exciting news, "There is a vintage car rally happening tomorrow". That alerted all my 18 senses.... the saturday went off in sleep and roaming the nook and corner of Kondapur. Plans on how to reach the far end of the city was in full swing...

The event was to start at 9 in the morning and the ride to that part of the world would take close to an hour. Me, a fellow rider and my roomie decided to go for it and my roomie was so insistent on starting very early to escape from the sun and to watch the cars arrive. Thus all three agreed on the plan and awaited the sunday with great eagerness[well that doesn come often].

Sunday morning.... Everything went real good till breakfast which was around 7 am and we were to start by 8. My fellow rider who was in his friends place came back to his room to get ready and start off.. Thats when the Ravi shastri's and Gavaskars of my room had a brilliant idea of playin cricket [one stupid thing they always do on all weekends.. who wants to stand in the hot sun and complain all day stating that each and every part of the body is paining] and they dragged the one who was supposed to come to the ride as well and few of them were bloody insistent on dragging me along to the God forsaken ground where the residents of Kondapur and nearby villages play a form of game which can be remotely related to some form of a weird thing which exists called as cricket. [I am a great fan of Quake and Half Life]. Since one of the three who were supposed to go to the show was doing somthing which he claimed that it was playing we could not start off. The one hour wait turned out to be more than that, by then I was fuming due to the delay.

Finally everything was in place and we started off on a 40 Km drive to the Far end of the city where the new Airport exists. Once we crossed the city and entered the exclusive road to the airport we had a feel that its a different country as such[jus that iv been in that road a couple of times and it always feels good to ride in those roads].

Since I was riding with pillion ie my roomie who is no less than my size it was pretty tough for my Pulsar to gain high speeds and to add up to that the other bike was a Yam RX 135 which can practically tear the concrete apart on the road. He felt pity for me and maitained the speed I could manage. The moment we reached the destination it was a wonderful sight for all three of us which made us forget everything in the world. There was a Dream bike to any Auto freak and all three of were Motorcycle maniacs, Yes... it was a Yam RD 350 torque induction... sight for sore eyes. Sparkling with new chrome parts stood the majestic beast.

We went in and alas!!! I could listen to Beethoven playing some nice tune in my ears... The beauties were lined up and the line started with a Morris Minor and a Packard and few a couple of Dodges and then was the amazing car which would make Captain Haddock "Ten Thousand Thundering Typhoons" it was a Cadillac.. A Brown colored majestic thing stood there forcing Marutis and Hundais to commit suicide. Again a couple of Morris Minors and one Italiano made Left hand drive Fiat and then came the Jeeps.. Old ones jus like Rajinikant, jus that few were older than him... One American Jeep which was used in the WW II was also on display.

We were jus half way through thats when the real 2nd generation cars were in display... Austins.. with spoke tyres and awesome looks a couple of Austins and one special car with complete Teak body.

After taking pictures like a amateur photographer in a Fashion show we thought its high time we head back home. Thats when our stomachs conveyed the message that something has to be given to them, We reached the Airport and walked sometime to reach the McD inside and hoggled some food and then headed back home.

As usual the cattle like crowd did some damage to the ride but staying in this place I was able to anticipate the animal moves. Needless to say the Yam rider is way too good when it comes to mindless crowd. After an amazing show and nice ride we hit de sack and lazed the day off....

The Experience with "The Living Thing"

To start with.. Im lucky to be alive and I need to thank the "Brilliant & Gallant" (please dont ask y I used those words) people of Kondapur and Madhapur for letting me live till date, and a millions of thanks to people at work who wants loads of Deliveries with High Performance im still in de night shift so that i dont get to see the ultra sophesticated crowd of High Tech city.



Iv been in this place for the past 4 months and I had few amazing acquaintances, one from the far east part of the country which is ironically prefixed with "West" in it. This guy was the first person who talked to me once I reached this city. I remember as if it happened 20 mins back, I was on a hopeless search of finding an accomodation for me as my sponsored lodging was getting over, on a weekend jus about I was about to leave to explore new horizons i heard someone killing my name, there was this lean fair guy whom u can easily mistake for a decent nice person, well I thought the same and I knew it was a mistake after 2 days.



It started, He wanted to know if he can join me as my room mate as he couldn find anyone else and I was also in de same status. Since the rents in the locality was way too high it was customary to share a house and I had to choose someone and I thought something is better than nothing and I nodded my big head, He had seen a house in a nearby locality, I seriously dont know whether he knows wat de word house means, cos de moment I saw de house I got reminded of my old house store room. The entire area of the house was lesser 3 cubicules put together. I didn have an option to do anything then had to move in.



A lovely single room palace with a typical drunk look in it... Days passed by, The hair raising drive through the horrible city continued [eventhough my work place was just 10 mins from where I used to stay]. Since I forgot what drinking was, it was way too tough whiling away time at home[didin dare to step out], that was when my beloved roomie got a strange looking thing to de room, he claimed that it look something like black color and typically looked like the ones what they show in Tamil cinema when the comedians try to kidnap someone, especially the comical wanna be actresses... Since it was pretty cold the existance of that thing was sensible.
Then the extraordinary stupidity quotent of my roomie came out that night... that so called blanket what he got started to shed out weird things from it, something more like living crap....

The next morning we saw few black things lying around the house flying weightlessly in the lovely windy atmosphere probided by de fan. Even after that he refused to throw that thing away. He wanted to use it to the fullest extent, ie till it reduces to nothing. By that time another "old" friend of mine had come from the lovely city of Madras to this land of weirdos. He shared my ideologies about this place and was astounded by the brilliance of my first roomie.

After days and days of eating cuddy and all de Rs turning into Bs I finally decided to move out of that wretched place. [I dont know I always end up goin to the worst place ever]. Lucky for me I met a couple of my college juniors and we decided to get a new place where we can lead a peaceful life atleast at home..

The adventures continued just that I was with a crowd to enjoy it rather than staying alone and blaming myself to come to this joint.

[Im sure im gonna get killed by a member of my gang which existed in Madras for this post and I request de Casseopeaon to save me]

Experience of a Lifetime

Everything started when my dearest Mom wanted me to get out of the "God forsaken night shift", just that I was enjoying every bit of the night life. For 3 years life was so fun I started living life every quarter mile. At one point of time all that fun was also boring and I had to try out something new. Thats when I got an offer with one of the big so called software companies and I dont know how those people came to know that I can be a real pain in de A** if I had stayed in Singara Chennai. They devised a diabolical plan to send me to a mystical place where the entire "so called city" is divided into two halves namely IT and NON IT. A place where "lu" [to be mistaken with the other meanin] is associated with everything.. pattu become pattulu, attam becomes attamlu and so on and so forth. Yes!! I was in Hydera-"badulu" the famous capitol of "Aandhralu" and the series of unfortunate events continued I made another mistake of bringing my precious bike here. In Chennai we know people dont have much of traffic sense (auto drivers) but they do have a sense of not coming in front of a speeding vehicle, here people make it a point that nobody reaches home without a hair raising experience auto rickshaws to the expensive Audis' no difference, its alright if traffic sense doesn exists atleast some common sense can save few lives. After riding a couple of kilometers I decided its better off to stay out of the city rather than getting killed by a cyclist. Thus started my life in this new country of Andhra.

The next amusing thing was work, Iv always heard that people in this part like long names and they like to make names even longer, that logic was unfortunately applied to me as well. The brilliant people at work didn like my small name so they included my dad's name, but they weren satisfied they were in a naming spree!! alas, my grandfather's name was also included because of which im being called with my dad's or my grandfather's name. I pray to God that this should never ever happen to anyone... Not even to the great person who wanted the inbound jobs on dialer [people from Allsec would know].

Not a single day has passed without me and my roomies commenting on this wretched place and the funny people. No wonder our cine industry comedians use every chance of makin fun of these people. Its been sometime iv been in this place and I just hope I can get back to the sane crowd before I evolve into one of these whackos here. Im stil watchin out for funnier things that might happen here, May be I can make a movie out of this and who knows it might be a super dooper hit here and our very own Vijay will act in de remade version of it :)