On the way to airport

It requires a considerable amount of planning to board a flight at the last moment. It all began with a phone call.

The call

There’s a plan in motion, a short and swift visit to Bannerghatta National Park, rolling with it? If only intuition had a voice of itself.

The wait kept adding weight to Time. It was a sunny morning rapidly shifting gears towards noon. Summer as it is, unlike most part of the country is quite pleasant here and little sips of coconut water just add to its charm.

Numerous mysteries surround us, to which we are always unaware. Such an incident unfolded – the phone found its voice back!

The heat as we know is quite notorious and always ends up playing tricks; to my amazement two distant figures became visible, could it have been a mirage? It seemed all too real for comfort. Isn’t being comfortable means, take your own time? Correct.

Happy to be here

So what do we have here, a dreamy smitzing snow leopard.  Anyone who has seen pop-up books can relate how excitingly interesting it feels to see words take physical form.

Journey

Our lucky number 365 had run out of luck. So we had to settle for its duplicate. Duplicates as we all know always runs out fast. When one door closes, another opens; in this case, it was anything but closed! In commuter terms it’s popularly known as an Auto.

Queue

Yes, we live in an overly populated county, to which we are reminded every single day. So, how do you survive one, you look at the options. Take it or leave. Yes, those are options too and we took it. A prison on wheels to safeguard nature’s innocence.

What’s that thing?

Tindi (via Flickr)

To a common man, its sugarcane juice highly unlikely to be found in self-proclaimed flashy Capital.  As unlikely to find unripe green mango with a dash of powdered chilly. All was fine, but leopard had clawed into candy- the cotton candy.

Wait

A sudden panic shrugged a determined who needed to be at the other part of the town. Backing up the cause others tried to march only to have been saved by the announcement.

First impression: Need to tone down the ass.

Open sesame

Moving on, like good old days of Jurassic Park for people who are as old as we are, slowly gates opened.

 

 

 

 

 

 

From there on let these pictures do the talking, courtesy of Smitzy.

Born to be Wild ( courtesy Smitzy )

Lately it seems, an unspoken bonding has been formed with fellow Auto. Let’s christen it: Assassins of DayLight. Yes, thatought to do it.

Run

Yes, be there in 15 mins. If you have read the previous post, training helps.

How often have I wondered people looks with suspicious eyes when one packs too much of luggage. Strange, it holds the same when you pack none. It’s a breeze, slipping past everything – sort of a VIP.

You always hear announcements for VIP, don’t you?

Last call for Mister boarding flight..

Is it Missed-her, or mist-her? I’m always left with a strange afterthought.

0:00:00

Today, here I’m going to tell something that no shapefull person should ever say, about himself. I’m going to get even with that! There will be no escape from my revenge.

Now that I’ve lashed out, let me move onto explain myself.

Buildup

Our Hero, the soon-to-be-flat eyes shot open at an unfriendly hour. It was O’five hundred. He had a dream, an epiphany, an awaking. For months he had planned this in his mind. The day had come.  One who is realistic about it goes in thinking for his long anticipated trial by fire. Bring it on. Man will surely prevail, thought our immature hero to himself.

Our Hero was no different than anyone in his shoes. He dealt it with a smile.  As painful as anyone who has done this, will tell.

Then came the Hour

Finally he set off, alone, abandoned.  In a matter of few minutes, he made a discovery, “Gee! not bad, look at them I surely will prevail”. Fool. He began to day dream as he crossed the first sign to his relief, whether he would accept a position in Indian Olympic Team, really as much of a honour it is, but he wasn’t sure if he can fit that into his busy schedule.

At the half mark, the majority of people had stopped. He felt triumphant. Try-Im-phat what? danced past him a 60 year old! Our Hero felt he needed to take matters into his hand. He picked up the elixir. Presenting to you, Himalaya packaged bottled water. Ahhh! This is easy. Drinking.

Our Hero felt great! This is easy stuff!! Beg your pardon, what is that you said?

Wall

He frowned, the distance was growing on him.  He felt it was going to get tougher than he anticipated. Our Hero merely pushed the wall, rather he crawled. The wall has given birth to all other walls. Our Hero knew about this wall, he was prepared. Or not. The wall could not be broken by a mere mortal and with every step he realised how unrealistically mortal he is. Pain grew with every step, anyone who has stepped on a Lego block in a dark room can relate. He decided to ignore it.  Minutes later, it was no longer a conscious decision.

I will not be Denied

Our hero, being something of a pious type when faced with adversity, tried to think of encouraging scripture. Imagination held its place as leading him was a sight for any eye. Oddly, by some witchcraft the pain had turned into pleasure.  Running, it seemed was quite painful and walking was as much the same. However the sway was exquisitely appealing.

As he crossed the finish line, he felt like he walked into a dance party. With moves never seen before. Hand to knees, buttocks to ground, the place was electric.  He couldn’t talk much. Why he thought that everyone after this would want to listen to a DJ. His mind wandered towards something of his liking, The Top Ten Things That I Want To Eat Right After Having My Soul Ripped Out By The Wall. It came to eleven.

After an hour, our hero felt better.

Dead Man Walking

He shouted, “Auto!!!”