Mr Dhar

The long and winding road

This is the part of the ride on my mobike to my estate that i love the most. Its some curvy bends which brings out the mobiker in me. You gotta play on the gears, go easy on the brakes and do your cornering. The air suddenly gets a little chilly even in the summer day, i guess its cause of the rubber plantations on the sides. You kinda feel as if you are on your way too Ooty or Kodai or something like that but then its all short lived and once you are over this small hillock you are back to plains and heat and dust again.

This afternoon when i took this picture, it all came out in shades of blue. Gods knows why. My autofocus camera cant play tricks with light or effects. So why suddenly is the road ahead blue? Is at an indicator of things to come? Is it a symbolic way of some higher power showing me that there is going to be pain ahead? Anyway i rode on in the afternoon heat looking for answers. The road looked more attractive than before, bike was all power between my legs, slowly pushed up the accelerator , let the needles on my RPM meter dance to Garry Moore's "Empty rooms".

Then like out of nowhere, somewhere near REC, came a challenge. It was a young guy ridding a similar bike as mine but very out of place. He probably was a religious student studying in the nearby Madrassa at Karanthur. Dressed in white mundu, white jubba and the traditional "thalai kettu" he just whizzed past me like a contradiction . So RPM's got heavy , and boy this guy could ride. Initially i really didn't think he would give me a fight( mostly its the REC kids who do it). Never in my wildest dreams did i imagine his adrelin output would be so pumpped up. But it was real fun for the reason that more than the challenge of speed it was the whole scenario that was giving me the kicks. Lets say that made my day.

Anyway the blue road seems still a mystery...... Well here i am travelling on it a lot. Wonder what colour it will be the next time i am on it.

Old freinds

Yesterday late in the evening i got a call on my mobile from bawa. His exact words were that " somebody wants to speak to you". I recognized the voice immediately, who else other than Damnplan could it be. Anyway the gist of it all was that Bawa,Damnplan and his ladylove(those were his exact words) were in Taj and would i be interested to join?To the question of would i be interested to join was an invitation alright but our friendship i.e with damnplan in the recent years has been like a lunatics mood swings. It had taken so many hits that i really cant tell where it is heading no more. In all good faith we hadn't bothered to keep in touch . Eventhough i knew that he was in town from Dubai, i had mentally made it a point not to disturb him no more. But i cannot but deny the fact that initially it used to pain me to know that he had come here to calicut and hadn't looked me up. Then i realized as time went by you have to accept these things . Even people whom you held with deep regard will move on . In this case i guess a lot of fault is mine i pushed this friendship too far and it crossed a point of no return.But last night sitting in Taj coffee shop with damplan it was nice. He was talking about the past to his girlfriend(she is a child psychiatrist practicing in UK). I have seen or been through damplan girlfriend episodes and this is the 3rd. Frankly this lady is the best one he has come up with, very down to earth, somebody with whom i feel he can live the rest of his life with. The child in him surely need the child psychiatrist.
The night got late and we decided to part, there were many questions in my mind. Should everything be a continuation from the past? Or should it be just taken as a single episode. Well i would prefer it as a single episode i think. Less stressfull that way....

The coconut tree love affair 

My fav bench

This surely is my favorite bench.... From time back I had always sat here to ponder about life. Its in my garden but these days nobody uses it. It has kind of taken an identity of its own. Flowers drop on it moss grows and its got a unique personality of its own.
My dream is to share this bench with somebody. Still haven't found that somebody but the bench will wait I guess.....

Freedom

New look

This morning went to this newly openned eye hospital called agrawal clinic with mom & chutaunty. It may be because today was Indian independence day, the place was packed to the brim. Finally all of us managed our way , got our eyes look in by strangers with stranger instruments. They put drops in your eyes etc and did all sorts of crap. Finally my verdict came .....Nithin needs glasses but only for reading and computers. Looks like its the computer screen that has done the damage.

The lady doc in charge passed her opinion saying that after 40 yrs these things are bound to happen. I somehow dont prescribe to that for the reason that i deeply feel the human body is a beautiful peice of work. And its only the abbuse part that it cant take or else it can keep going and do its own repairs. It has to be looked holistically i.e looking at the person with all the constaints around him or her. Find a way or cure for the constrains then the sickness will fade by its own accord. No point in just pumpping medicine to erase the symptom. We seem to specialize in erasing the symptom these days.

Today August 15, India time back gained independance from the britts. Me today is all freaked out wearing these glasses. Guess it will take time.