The Millenium Falcon, the Wookie and Han.

Ponder a while about how Luke an Obiwan had to get dem selves a ride to their destination.I bet you got nuthin close to experiencing wut we did. we experienced the Haryana Transport.

Between all the chaos at ISBT, we meet the Wookie,a conduction machine, who vocally dominated the lot to gain our trust. Forced to buy the tickets to the bus ride at 365 rupees, initial look of the Millenium Falcon was quite disappointing.A rabid bus. Barely any room fer a person. we had to tuck our lug under the seats. Half an hour in time passed wid people swarming the seats an taking every nook of breathing space left in the bus. though tired we were kept awake by the Wookie's war cries. damn dat guy can scream.

The Bus ride was giving us a certain enthusiam which lasted till the city outskirts. we were lost in our conversartions wen we realised how the vehicles on the road were whooshing behind. OK.??!??!!! so the millenium falcon had some power. an then we heard the silence inside the bus. we were goin fast, really really fast. the point came when a Volvo Bus we saw ahead, joined the particles of dust behind us. we needed seat belts. but all we got was to see that one moment. Drivin the bus was han an Wookie both on either front corners of the bus an the empty road between. this was gonna be a joy ride till the morning. every objected that moved on the road wud be fried in the trails left .. In Warp Speed. !!

In between all this i realise this night i'd sleep to wake up an see somethin i've never seen in ma life. Snow covered peaks Of the Himalayas :)

Day,1 and 2 Delhi.

First day in Delhi.. we take to the roads. the conditioned air in the car does little to the heat fryin us. The traffic, clearly had the effect of the Sunday. Our drive leads us to the city walk mall. The level of organisation and infrastructure truly amazed me through out. Malls, i guess, are frequented by the loaded here.the stash in da stores' all designer. Lunch at the food court was massively invaved by tomato and da unpalatable.was really glad i got to eat some chicken.

One of the most amazing thinz dat hapnd was Me an Pre gettin to watch Iron man. Its Definately preserved the attitude of the comics. the CGA were Fantastic an Put across Tony stark jus Right. If you are as deep into comics as i am, the last thing you wanna see is Dis respectful movie abt a superhero you grew up reading. Frankly i really enjoyed the movie :) you must watch.

If you are around Delhi and are at Saket PVR, you must visit the place, Buzz. Beer or a coupla drinks are enjoyable wid the lounge music playin. jus right to keep you light an have a conversation too. i figured therz a McD around every other street in Delhi. like they wud never let you die of hunger atleast.

For my return i chose taking a rikshaw. Ali the riskhaw driver got me to the guest house through most of the calm in delhi. A very friendly chap, probably drunk on a desi (daru) before he gets home to his family of wife an two kids.During our conversation over the fare of 60 bux, he decides to throw in a bonus.He jumps a red signal an hits da breaks bang right inna middle of the road,an says yeh dekho sahab. i see the India Gate Standin tall .In the darkness of the midnight ,even without the artificial luminence, it shone full of pride in the moonlight.Reflexively i get out of the rik and jus stare the empty roads. My day was made. Felt like i saw all of Delhi.

Pandey, the caretaker, sounded glad i made it back to the guesthouse. it freaked the shit outta me. He offers me chilled water and the match to light up.. we smoke in the warm summer night.. the night is refreshing and i enjoy the drop in temp.

i sleep heavy an rest my day.

I wake up an start my day to chilled minty flavoured water in her car. we drive to connaught place. Mother of all capitals. The place is a hive with people bee-ing in vibrance an energy. the coffy I sip charged me for the day. we walked through the hustle an commotion. A part of my head wass constantly buzzin that i am an evening away from the himalayas. We pass over the madras cafe and over a hundred shops tendin satisfaction in the range of offerings. from
trinkets to brands. from a supersized glass o lassi to talentful art being sold on footpaths. seemed like there was this perfect balance in the pains taken to present somethin with a price tag and the happiness in buying it.

I chose to end my lunch with coffy or tea, jus like any hyderabadi would.
evening came wid the darkness in the sky the city lit in brilliance. Ben called an the rendezvous was set at the Metro.

The time that followed i meet Ben Aka Caesar. respect and the times we shared stand strong, i realise, even after a year. we took a moment to pay mutual honor and shoot adrenaline.I still have no freakin Idea how we got past the security wid a coupla swiss army knives and pair o nun-chaks in our baggage. so, we enter the metro.

Its a Program. I was hoping to fight Agent smith der. no such luck tho. :P

Highly Organised an Very facilitationg. the Del Metro is one o the fastest an easiest means of transtport i've ever been thru. We ride to Kashmiere gate and take steps to ISBT. Felt like we were hurled between a pack o wild hungry wolves on leashes. each state had a base station of operation where they'd convince you to oblige. the mess was more evident than the noise around.

We went thru an episode which i claim,is not for the weak of heart or the metally challenged abt star wars.

I reach Delhi

Last nigt was war. Desperation to sleep, 've to be up for the tomorrow and Insomnia. mother@#$%&! . this shit is more messed up than ever. Top that there was this Orphan passenger dude tryina sit in ma berth cuz aint got no where to go. As regulated an cool the temperature was inside the three tier a/c compartment, the scene was hilarious. Indian Transport :)

Spent almost twice the adrenaline waitin in eager. Fun part was the wait at New Delhi station. This porter, Hari ram, 15yrs in the station he spent portin the luggage of the passengers. I buy him tea while i buy myself some coffy. he accepts it humbly an decides to entertain me with information i needed.I strongly jest to myself that either he's bloody stoned, or its the stagnant pool of chaos at the station. He puts me at doubt by carryin my lug with effortless ease and unnecessary, protective Escort.

The New Delhi staion made me claustrophic. its so fuckin hot an sunny outside. I contemplate goin under my shades.

I reach my Guesthouse and meet Pandey the care taker and his wife. both of whom took down their extremely hostile faces and started smiling back after knowin the fact that I'm a doctor. he showed me around while i offer him a couple of smokes. he saves one for later and lit one up. he gets me this sweet tea his wife prepared and made sure I was comfortable.

His Delhi accent of hindi is unfailing and sweet. just like Lassi.
Wut the fuck is it so hot around here anyway

People are basically nice. an good. I begin to love Delhi already :)

Beginning at Home..

Last night was never-ending. Felt like time took to Slow-Mo. Packing done (?) and now the wait seems longer than ever.

Force calls.
Did'nt sleep all night.

Chasing an adventure begins at home, amidst the chaos, turmoil an super charged wakeful. There seems to be an undeniable emotional crux. Mom's love an responsibility of dad. the ties that bind are jus way to many if i go on. But, familial ties seemed thinner an lower to convince an cross over. i jus realised emotions are stupid now. so is excess luggage.

The roads are empty paving open an inviting. there is much, i tell myself. feeling 'on time' gives me the confidence of being prepared.

The Train starts an feels like a moster power vehicle tugging me out of the bonds that ground me.I look out of the window, Have the music to my ears. the Charge of energy inside me so evidently difficult to contain.

Both the need to calm and Boredom takeover with the hours passing. i go jolly smoke this one joint i rolled in the restroom. such stash feels so light after ages. i try hard not to sink in the surroundings of the indian trains. i smoke drag after another waiting for the high. i feel time slow down to bullet timing an realise i am Baked.

Music is divine. Electronic Psy. am glad they omit the vocals. sometimes i wonder if its necessary to know wut the guy is tryin to put across. all that matters is the sound to take you to another level of the conscious.
I float.
Through the comforting rockin of the train i sway.. now, have i started or am i experiencing the start...
Needless to say a 30hr time spent in the train is dominatingly boring.
Alone among many. Free. another jolly old man joins me in a smoke session.
kids running around. the families playin cards. the lunches an dinner being shared,offered.
People & Life. and I'm running away 'through' dem all.

Never would Love an Adventure draw another closer, as they draw me.

my start.

Journey to the Life source.

Myth is that .. the whole of india had been turned to womb of life by the river Ganga.The place of her origin can only guide a jedi's mind to the life source.. to the HIMALAYAS.

Here i am trailin jus another day in my life. waking up to the mundane. workin at the hospital. takin that one smoke thiniking it'd be my last.restin in da cuddles of da warm bean.watchin die hard.. everything done is jus an echo of cliche.a repetitive time lock.. every deed a continuum till you realise the force. the call jus so strong, you cant help but respond in wild instinct..

knowledge and adventure, sometimes can knock you out of your slouchin acceptance to everyday. Jus the sheer energy it gives through is exhilarating. Wut hit me this time is this trek. The thirst to know, to be there, to see and feel the new air of freedom, experience wut more life has to offer, if i choose to explore. The path if i'd choose to take would be promising a destination to the life source.. and to this call, with all the adventurer in me, i shall answer..

this is where i begin.