Bangalore- the electronic city

Well, sorry about the dumb title but by now you guys should have realized that titles are something I'm not really good it. I was thinking something along the lines of "Bangalore-the city of angels" but then it felt over dramatic and hence the above title.

Now for most guys who know me well, they also happen to know my crazy side well too. This crazy side would love to get under a car given the chance, would love to ride a bike in the middle of the sun and have bath in grease if it where to win me an R1(actually an R15 would do the trick). So the moment Cha called and told me his "poonal kalyanam" function was in Bangalore somewhere in the deepest corner of my not so deep brain an electric impulse generated the most obvious thought wave, "friggin ride"!!!

My plan was set, I was riding even if it meant taking bath in grease. The question was who would ride with me, because cha and gav refused to let me ride alone. Haresh had issues with his bike, he has always had frankly, it keeps throwing him off its back ask him. Gav, J , Ara, KB, SR where to come in Ara's car while myself and Haresh where to follow in by bike provided he could resolve his differences with his bike. He keeps calling his bike "black" and I do not think it is taken in the right spirit. We employed some NATO peace keeping forces and there was a week long standoff but in the end Haresh and his bike reached an amicable solution.

After a ridiculously long gmail thread later, in which we decided on the route, scheduled stops, etc, we where ready for the D-Day as Gaurav called it. Frankly I was not as I had a lot of work to do. My "To do" list for the day included, getting the saddle bag from Bobby, Buying some essentials, meeting some important clients in the evening just before the ride and then going home and packing.

The client trip went well and I closed a successful deal. Went to SR's place to collect my new rider's jacket and the dear lad was right in the middle of a good long session. I warned the dufus to take it easy on the spirit or he would end up spilling his innards in a repeat performance of his puking episode at cha's place a week back. I had a weird feeling he would not make it to the trip when he showed me the gleaming, yet to be opened bottle of scotch. I had an even weirder sensation when I realized that I dint feel like having a drink!! Man I really wanted to make this trip! Lol! So from there I went back home to begin the packing session, it was 11 and I still hadn't begun packing or had the all important dinner. Once home, I showed my jacket to me bro and then sat down to a plate of curd rice watching Troy. Unfortunately I had not seen the movie before and it was A-W-E-S-O-M-E. I was immersed in Achilles and the battle of Troy with any thought of the ride for the next day pushed aside. Bling! Bling! Got a call and realized the time was 12. A marathon packing session later I had completed the packing and was ready to hit the sack. Tomorrow was a big day, my first big ride was 4 hours away and I was too excited(s) to sleep!. By the time sleep pulled me into oblivion it was 2-30....

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