It all started with.."Fuck this city traffic! I am sick and tired of this". The city traffic is something that is out of our control, the honking maniacs knowing the light is still red add more flavour to the already disturbed mind. My friend Sree, who is passionate in anything he undertakes, came up with an idea..
" Lets go to Yelagiri. Its 150 km from Bangalore"
"Whats there?"
" Nothing "
" So why are we going "
" To celebrate India's win in the World Cup"
" Thats why we have beer. Why travel 150 km to see "nothing" "
" The point is to enjoy the ride. Its on the Bangalore-Chennai highway, so we could rev up our engines to our delight"
I must say i liked the sound of that-Revving up the engines- Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr - the sound that can make a man excited more than an orgasm from a columbian punani! . Dayal and Dheeru joined us on this quest of nothing to add the glory of four miserble friends riding along the highway just to celebrate a World Cup win.
(7.00 am )
" Enikyeda myranmare ( read- Get up cunts)" -PS I know most malayalis wont agree with my interpretation of this particular abuse...but lets keep it subtle shall we?
A lot of groans from the 3 musketeers lying on the bed was a reply to his mean way of trying to wake up people on a holiday.
"ENIKYEDA MYRANMARE!!!!!"
We woke up!
Slowly taking our time, we got ready , not because we were so eager for the trip, but just to shut Sree(read Cunt) up who was constantly taking the pain of mentioning the time.
" Dude its already 7.45" "
"Dude its 8...wtf are you guys doing????"
We locked the house and headed towards the basement. I was excited about one thing in particular about this trip - I had never travelled to Tamil Nadu on a bike. So there was something to look forward to. We started our journey. One day. 320 km both ways and an endless realm of unexplored events.We filled petrol in our ever hungry tanks and made way towards the intra-city highway where a cyclist could rev up his whatever if he wanted to. No one on the road. This was the chance. Full on thrust and gears on the roll everyone started to race, testing their engines , i succeeded in touching a 130 kmph ( if TVS APache makers are reading this...screw the 118 max speed u have mentioned ) I have set the benchmark!
Moving forward, we entered Hosur- the border of Karnataka/Tamil Nadu. It started to get hot. Now when people told me that Tamil Nadu was scorching hot during summers I always thought they exaggerated, not to mention Who the Fuck wouldve thought that the minute we crossed borders the entire climate would change. Sree mentions later on that he forgot to get the sunscreen- SOB! We made a pitstop for having breakfast. I was not surprised that the owner was a Malayali- They are everywhere. I got reminded of one of those cartoons with a person serving tea to the astronauts on the moon -" Cheta! Chayeyo Kapiyo ? " (Read- " Brother, Tea or Coffee ". We continued further down the road on one of the most beautiful highways i have seen. I do not know whether it is a part of the Golden Quadrilateral project, but it was a road worth riding on. I could not have given my bike anything more than that piece of elegant rode where she flew to her engines content. The pictures along the way added to the galleria of " I do not why i went there but i just did and it was amazing ". They are on my facebook page. We reached Krishnagiri and covered a bit more. If i remember 90 km in 80 min was our lap time. We reached Yelagiri at around 11.30 am. It was hot. There was sweat. There was tanning and there was nothing to see. We parked our bikes in the toursit parking lot to know that there are temples( Laaameeeeee) , a lake ( No girlfriend) and a nature park( i stick with my previous reason). We took the entry tickets and headed towards the lake, and came to realize There is a GOD! Dont get me wrong, it was not the lake. It was the sight of something more spectacular, as my friend Dheeru would say-" Habba Habba!" or Dayal going "Aooooogaaaa " and me going " Yaiiizaaaaaaaaaa". The sight of a cleavage does not just make a guys day, but he , in our case, make us forget why we came to Yelagiri in the first place. 50 m we walked and she was still washing her feet, bend down, facing us. What a sight! I was glad. If we went back to our bikes and drove back to Bangalore- I would have been happy. Dont think im perverted, Im just saying, we drove so much to expect more than just a lake, and when all hopes died .... - God! Thank you for bringing Eve!. We sat on a 4 seater table, people riding boats and taking pictures making sure they got back home with all the pictures to show their beloved ones how much fun they had. Losers!. We drank some water, had some biscuits, took a pic or two, while Dayal was busy following the curved ass of the girl whose booba we saw!. She was with her family. Disappointment :-( . We were done with the lake. It was getting hotter. We then headed towards Nature Park. A garden with hoarding everywhere "DO NOT PLUCK FLOWERS. FINE 50/-". A fountain was there. Its spray of water gave us some delight in that scorching heat. Sree had a DSLR. Now he would go on about pics, macros, focus and i would pay some attention while the other two would try to cock up some joke about it. We took some rest in the garden. We decided to head back towards Bangalore against Sree's advice. It was 2 pm. We were tracing down the hairpins when bursts of hot air were piercing our skin. My chest hurt. My eyes welled up. My arms burnt. We made it down in various pieces. It was not cool. I got that look from Sree-I told you so. Nevermind i thought. Lets head back. I wanted some sleep. On our way back we had some food from a dhaba run by kannadigas and tamilians. Very authentic i tell you :P. It was filling though. We reached Bangalore at around 6 pm. Tired. Black. Stinking. All in all..........Sree lived up to his words-" This is not about the destination....It is about the ride..... The drive for freedom....the drive for victory...the hardships....the memories....for Friendship"
Adios
Pai
" Lets go to Yelagiri. Its 150 km from Bangalore"
"Whats there?"
" Nothing "
" So why are we going "
" To celebrate India's win in the World Cup"
" Thats why we have beer. Why travel 150 km to see "nothing" "
" The point is to enjoy the ride. Its on the Bangalore-Chennai highway, so we could rev up our engines to our delight"
I must say i liked the sound of that-Revving up the engines- Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr - the sound that can make a man excited more than an orgasm from a columbian punani! . Dayal and Dheeru joined us on this quest of nothing to add the glory of four miserble friends riding along the highway just to celebrate a World Cup win.
(7.00 am )
" Enikyeda myranmare ( read- Get up cunts)" -PS I know most malayalis wont agree with my interpretation of this particular abuse...but lets keep it subtle shall we?
A lot of groans from the 3 musketeers lying on the bed was a reply to his mean way of trying to wake up people on a holiday.
"ENIKYEDA MYRANMARE!!!!!"
We woke up!
Slowly taking our time, we got ready , not because we were so eager for the trip, but just to shut Sree(read Cunt) up who was constantly taking the pain of mentioning the time.
" Dude its already 7.45" "
"Dude its 8...wtf are you guys doing????"
We locked the house and headed towards the basement. I was excited about one thing in particular about this trip - I had never travelled to Tamil Nadu on a bike. So there was something to look forward to. We started our journey. One day. 320 km both ways and an endless realm of unexplored events.We filled petrol in our ever hungry tanks and made way towards the intra-city highway where a cyclist could rev up his whatever if he wanted to. No one on the road. This was the chance. Full on thrust and gears on the roll everyone started to race, testing their engines , i succeeded in touching a 130 kmph ( if TVS APache makers are reading this...screw the 118 max speed u have mentioned ) I have set the benchmark!
Moving forward, we entered Hosur- the border of Karnataka/Tamil Nadu. It started to get hot. Now when people told me that Tamil Nadu was scorching hot during summers I always thought they exaggerated, not to mention Who the Fuck wouldve thought that the minute we crossed borders the entire climate would change. Sree mentions later on that he forgot to get the sunscreen- SOB! We made a pitstop for having breakfast. I was not surprised that the owner was a Malayali- They are everywhere. I got reminded of one of those cartoons with a person serving tea to the astronauts on the moon -" Cheta! Chayeyo Kapiyo ? " (Read- " Brother, Tea or Coffee ". We continued further down the road on one of the most beautiful highways i have seen. I do not know whether it is a part of the Golden Quadrilateral project, but it was a road worth riding on. I could not have given my bike anything more than that piece of elegant rode where she flew to her engines content. The pictures along the way added to the galleria of " I do not why i went there but i just did and it was amazing ". They are on my facebook page. We reached Krishnagiri and covered a bit more. If i remember 90 km in 80 min was our lap time. We reached Yelagiri at around 11.30 am. It was hot. There was sweat. There was tanning and there was nothing to see. We parked our bikes in the toursit parking lot to know that there are temples( Laaameeeeee) , a lake ( No girlfriend) and a nature park( i stick with my previous reason). We took the entry tickets and headed towards the lake, and came to realize There is a GOD! Dont get me wrong, it was not the lake. It was the sight of something more spectacular, as my friend Dheeru would say-" Habba Habba!" or Dayal going "Aooooogaaaa " and me going " Yaiiizaaaaaaaaaa". The sight of a cleavage does not just make a guys day, but he , in our case, make us forget why we came to Yelagiri in the first place. 50 m we walked and she was still washing her feet, bend down, facing us. What a sight! I was glad. If we went back to our bikes and drove back to Bangalore- I would have been happy. Dont think im perverted, Im just saying, we drove so much to expect more than just a lake, and when all hopes died .... - God! Thank you for bringing Eve!. We sat on a 4 seater table, people riding boats and taking pictures making sure they got back home with all the pictures to show their beloved ones how much fun they had. Losers!. We drank some water, had some biscuits, took a pic or two, while Dayal was busy following the curved ass of the girl whose booba we saw!. She was with her family. Disappointment :-( . We were done with the lake. It was getting hotter. We then headed towards Nature Park. A garden with hoarding everywhere "DO NOT PLUCK FLOWERS. FINE 50/-". A fountain was there. Its spray of water gave us some delight in that scorching heat. Sree had a DSLR. Now he would go on about pics, macros, focus and i would pay some attention while the other two would try to cock up some joke about it. We took some rest in the garden. We decided to head back towards Bangalore against Sree's advice. It was 2 pm. We were tracing down the hairpins when bursts of hot air were piercing our skin. My chest hurt. My eyes welled up. My arms burnt. We made it down in various pieces. It was not cool. I got that look from Sree-I told you so. Nevermind i thought. Lets head back. I wanted some sleep. On our way back we had some food from a dhaba run by kannadigas and tamilians. Very authentic i tell you :P. It was filling though. We reached Bangalore at around 6 pm. Tired. Black. Stinking. All in all..........Sree lived up to his words-" This is not about the destination....It is about the ride..... The drive for freedom....the drive for victory...the hardships....the memories....for Friendship"
Adios
Pai
