Magical byndoor and the secret beach .

Well what a wonderful place this is , i dont want to speak about it and spoil the magic . This blog entry is about 28 hours late but was soaking in so much of the coastal country side , i forgot about it . Beach next to the hill , a old temple , starry skies ....! We bid goodebye to this wonderful place in the middle of the jungle and drifted through the coast , the roads get a bit worse once you reach uttara kannada district .

Bhatkal : unique in its own way , we then started driving again after filling up our tanks . On a impulse as i was driving i felt the gentle breeze hit my face and turned my bike to the left on a narrow road .

A lone fisherman's house , fish set out to dry , and a marshy pool with a invitation to a secret beach , so lonely , so desolate , with nobody except a lone fishing boat , this was the ideal beach .

This is where we thought it would be nice and kool to drive our bikes on the shoreline , i wanted to drive in the wet sand . And i was reminded of the attempt me and vicky tried on our visit to goa . That was some trip .

Well the outcome was the same , we couldnt go out for long , we could have done it if we had deflated our tiers , but we had no foot pump .
Anyway we drove back to gokarna pretty hurriedly and finished our visit to om beach , i didnt visit it again , no thing great in it . Did enjoy the drive up till there .

Then it was a mad rush to goa , hassle by the goan cops at the border and a stop at the famous " swiss resturant " enroute to galibaugh beach .

Thats it for now , enjoying a wonderful beach and great roads . Sadly saw army deployed all around and the country in general being cautious .
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Totally free , feel's like i am back where i belong .

Magundi , a rustic old cottage of the british era .

Its sole purpose was to keep the bridge company, Built as the last frontiers of the then civilization .

But then with these thoughts in our head i hit the road on a wonderful misty morning ,Magical winding ghats at elevation of 1000 meters my expectations from kemmangundi trip was high for that range and must say i wasnt let down .

Kudremukha was what it is " A ghost town" , empty eyes and lethargy and ruins, Just hope it doesnt become a tourist joint ,Sadly didnt stay there for long ,as it reminded me of a government controlled camp .

Even Lakya Dam was a big disappointment as it was almost dry .

But the drive from there was just amazing, tough not as challenging as the subramanya ghat, it was mellow and smooth , so smooth in fact that we literally glided on the tarmac Boobla and amish with verma and astitva were joyous .



I think they did close to about 13 kms with their engines off but i just did 9kms as i was literally flying on 2 wheels , High on the mountain air with so much green , For some wonderful reason i switched off the ipod playing remo and just let go of myself i mean the music was there but i couldnt here , all i did hear was the swish sound made by the wheel as if to remind me that they were still there .

For a moment on that road i forgot who. I was , silence was all that was inside and outside i closed my eyes in moist cool wind , i just let go of myself , just let go .

Opened them in a moment, the stable bull was going straight like a arrow , wasnt this moment what i yearned for ? I was doing an average of 45 degree turns at 45 kmph with my engine off , well almost .!

And the best part was that there was no traffic ! nil , none .i almost touched 65 KMPH like this , well then came the power turns where the bike was ripping the roads at 70 in the ghats .

Then came the slow 30 kmph hairpin bends . It was pure bliss i say ,the tarmac was just about inches from my outstretched hand , but as all good things come to an end so was this stretch of pleasant road .



Then there was a dash on the highway to make it to byndoor at the least possible time to catch up on a good sunset but all we did make was of a sunset in marwante with the beach cut through by a highway .


At last by 7PM we found our way through to the guest house driving on gravel and sand on a dark moonless night .

Oh and what a magical night it was the stars , the sea , and the place , wow .
All in all was happy about today , for today i had truly become a wind rider .

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Fw: The fall of ego's , but not self denial .

Well we did make it upto bale honnur , well almost . Amish & sid skidded from their bikes , skin scraped , 2 hours lost . A little first aid and the kids are back on their bikes . Had wonderful food , a nice camp fire , a small drink . And to beat it all a nice government guest house . Now we are in kalasa passed through some amazing roads . More about it later .

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The road , and the first night stay .

Well well , we did make it up to hassan in one piece . Killer traffic and numbing cold what else could one ask for . Found a " decent " hotel and had a lot of chicken . Now on the way it was cold so was wearing my skull bandana , when i stopped to ask directions from a kid and he almost jumped out of his skin , screaming " aiee ghost , ghost " the power going out didnt make things better either . It was comical how the kid ran for his life . Anyway the long roads was a bit of challenge , clocked a constant of 70 kmph , and was one hour ahead of the pulsar's . Missing my girl on this nice empty roads . Oh almost forgot merry christmas ppl . Now off to balehonnuru .
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At last , real blog on wheels

Well here we are T-5 hours to departure , one of the pulsars is still not ready . Some work in office still pending . We are counting minutes for the departure . I am toying with asti's blackberry . Just waiting to get out onto the road and hum " here i am ... On the road again ". Bye for now .
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The road & the retrospection.

Now what exactly should i be doing on a wonderful Friday afternoon ?

anything but busting my balls working on some assignment in work , thinking about career , about future , somehow it strikes as being odd , as being in a unnatural state of mind .

Is 25 the age to introspect , or am i becoming " mature " & old ?

I mean it hits you slow and goes in a flow , all the good times had and the bad ones too , and you try to evaluate yourself , use a parameter for reference .

I feel, people are better off taking risks in their lives , which means they will have more uncertainty & experience and that in-turn is what makes him /her a better person , experiences at least must not be conditioned to fit a pattern , shouldn't it be more impromptu in nature .

Humanity as we know it is nothing but a collection of experiences , we document the " experience " , of course in the process we dilute it a lot , just like the average " Doodhwala " the quantity of dilution depend upon ones motivation and reason and ignorance .

Then isn't all that we learn a retrospection first & then a introspection , of the past facts & events ? if so does the ability of human cognition change ?

We still define our lives , or success our achievements based on a parameter that society sets of us , wherein all these parameter's are based on false ego , contempt and arrogance .

isn't the primary act defiance one can ever do is to break away from all this , be un-bound , sometimes when i look at this huge mass of humanity packed like sardines in a can , live their life in a city , i am but one of these sardines .

Sometimes i ask myself do i really want to break free , i mean is it just a fad when i mean , oh i want to stay away from all these ? do i really have to balls to do that ?
or is it like temporary insanity , i break free from all this , but i calculate the number of days , i chart out my plan i map my route , is that breaking free ?
looks more to me like im giving myself a parole .!


With these thoughts in my mind , i sip the last swig of Rum , drag hard on the joint and throttle up, the road isn't asking any questions & i needn't answer any.

Life , the eternal heart beat ...!

So frail , just a carbon based life form . but as part of nature it comes with a boundary . it is here that we see Life as a feeble heartbeat , fighting against all odd's , never tiring , never resting . but every heartbeat has to stop one day.. or a new one has to begin .

My Cousin is a doc, who is doing his masters in surgery . we just dropped my mom and were going out for the evening . he just had to check on one of his patients who was critical . Reluctantly i agreed to wait .

we just drove to the hospital , he rushed for a quick visit . i was sitting in the car smoking a , had a party to drop in , then some bowling & a good drive late in the night . and i could have really used a good smoke in this cool evening .
five minutes of silence .. a gentle breeze and a soft Dusk . i got bored so followed my cousin into the hospital , he was in the I.C.U . i just dropped in individual units with people lying unconscious . just the vague machines humming , silently .. beeping here and there .

My cousin was leaning next to a bed . face expressionless , doctors get accustomed to have this composure after getting used to all this . a lean guy of 24 lying on the bed . lifeless body jerking now and then as the artificial respirator pumps his lungs and keeps his heart beating . No response to pain , eyes half closed , lifeless tubes running all over , respirator tube down his throat . a weird expression of blankness on his face . I wondered if this was the state that buddha tried to achieve . my cousin was talking with the nurse , the machine was beeping . and all of a sudden i felt like i was alone in the room .. nurse checking the equipment . minutes went by agonizingly slow . silence for a moment . then back to rushing by fast .

5 minutes later my cousin said " lets go " . i turned to go back , my mind still lost in some thought and just as se entered outside .! a group of " Burka " wearing women sitting on the floor and the chairs sprang up . they were pleading with my cousin , Save my only son " Doctor Saabh " .. sobs & tears ... Such intensity was in their hope that i could feel it , like a force building up , just to explode . their eyes tired , weary , their minds battling with feelings for the last 48 hours .

12 pairs of eyes gazing piercingly into my cousin and me , they thought that i was another doctor . He just said that the patient was in a very serious condition , and they were trying . my cousin trying hard to suppress feelings from expressing on his face . Fear they say can be smelt , and i think its true . all your senses can sense fear , for it is a primal instinct . my cousin has the fear of loosing the patient that he has tried saving for the last 48 hours . the friends & relatives have the fear of Loosing their near one . other people looking blankly at the this .

And then it came , a cry , a moan ? what i dont know . it was unhumane . like the cry of a animal , a cry , a pain so basic , so primal , so from the core of a beings soul it was sad . the mother of the guy started moaning , fell at my cousins feet who jerked back with a quick reflex . and there i was standing mute watching all this flow by . I wondered how would time feel , a witness to all but mute .
she fell on her stomach .. sat up crosslegged and started to cry ..? This was exactly the way she was moaning . ( Pic above )

. Then we walked away as there was nothing much we could do , and we somehow wanted to get some space , some other doctor is trying there , its his shift and its his battle now .

The woman had fallen on her stomach and was crawling on the floor like a baby , moaning with a cry .. a monosyllable cry which was just soul piercing .

we came out just drove to the hills , the view from there somehow puts us at ease . its there that i felt , i saw this sick feeling that my cousin was feeling , he was sick at the helplessness , he did everything he could to save this guy . every trick in the medical field . but he was loosing this battle now and then . it must be awful & sickening to feel , poor guy . trying so hard yet feeling Fucked up . Death is the ultimate leveler .


And we just sat there , silent .. the whisper of the breeze , the cool dew of the moist clouds touching our face . the rustle of the tree ... my heart beat feeble .. but steady . beating on and on .. the slow sullen thumping ...! in the silence . Just the sound of my burning cigarette ...!





Later came to know that it was an accident , with a serious head injury , blunt wound on the stomach with internal bleeding . his brain was shutting down slowly . he was neither dead nor alive ... he is the only son of a poor Muslim family , recently married .