28th November 2006

7:10 am; Misty morning; Having drunk deep on the intoxicant branded ‘SLEEP’, my hangover period prevailed. After a short shower, dabbing the deo, grabbing the mobile to place a request on the Driver’s ears, I find that the vehicle is already on the move.

“Arun, be my pillion; help me catch my cab and then bring my bike back”, I told my room mate!

”So shall it be”, poor Arun agreed.

Like the Medieval Maverick, Don Quixote, I rode the bike, weaving through the, signal stalled, Old Madras road, trying to catch a glimpse of the elusive 9263, Tempo Traveller with ‘TESCO’ sticker on it. Tailgate-Honk-stare the slow moving riders to death and get the speedo needle embedded at the 100 KMPH mark were my commands to my faithful Bucephallus (remember Alexander’s horse?) The Cab ………my Cab!

Near Pai layout and I realize that the cab is already across the horizon. So I head home to drop my trustworthy pal, who was still frozen under the cold chills that massaged him with brutal force as our HONDA UNICORN was sailing at 105-110 KMPH (just at 7:55 the traffic is easy from NGEF to the entrance to Pai layout-my favorite stretch for trying Max Biaggi’s stunts)

Again weaving through the piling traffic and knitting hatred in the minds of fellow riders, I reached home and dropped Arun.

As I embarked on my journey to TESCO HSC, astride the Uni, I heard Arun yell, ”I saw God, I was closer to heaven”………..I asked, “Do you want me to drop you there?

Oh my 9263, tomorrow, I shall be positively on. WAIT FOR MEEEEEEEE!