Good day to me ... :-)

Sunday, June 12, 2005
Talk about a good day ! This Saturday was one. From morning till the last minutes of midnight ... :-)

When I woke up at 7.30, from a much deep slumber, like waking after months long hibernation, a soft yellow morning sun was seeping through my glazed window pane; playing on my sheets, at times bright, then dimming, then bright again, making me smile, and telling me that it's gonna be a day of billowing white clouds.

And I just realize that I had a lot, a huge lot, of dreams last night. Sort of how you make out that a painter has been working furiously; seeing the color spills, the soaked cotton waste and bits of torn paper. But am not able to recollect much, save for two or three great knights hacking at a huge pillar with their swords, songs being played in I-TV in strange and unknown languages, a group of people in search for a guy called Sumandra Ravindran, and a large procession of millions of people and a deep drumming voice rattling over them. Gee ... :-) ... just to know that you had so many dreams, even without being able to remember, makes one so happy.

And then I made it to my morning run at the park. Sometimes I feel its becoming like and addiction, but I'd count it a good one if it is ... :-) ... I like how my feet feel inside the running shoes, all jumpy and high spirited delight and raring to go. And the park was great, with the lazy morning still trapped in it's tree tops and it's sky covered with trees and green foliage that you can run there and treat your lungs to cool moist air even at 9.00 in the morning. And I have just fallen in love with the cuckoo there, always taunting me to answer its call, taking it to higher and higher pitches as if to tease me.

Then my bike had to be serviced. After all the daredevil-ery she had to act out to save me from knee deep water logged roads on the night when the rain Gods decided to lash out at the City. She seemed to have caught a cold, and her brakes were locking, and her tyres wobbling. She's too tyred ... :-D ... Did I tell you that she's a black Kinetic and that I love her?

And breakfast was great ... :-) ... I think 'Adicha Chaya' is to me like Tequila is to the Mexicans, Green Tea to the Chinese, and Beer to the Australians. Its a heavenly potion to have in the morning, with its white froth floating on top and the hot, punching, Getafix mix underneath. Until I set foot in Karnataka I didn't know that it too can be made to an ugly, brutal, log headed mockery. Sad that I have to travel a bit to enjoy it, from the place where I stay, and a bike to be serviced is just a perfect excuse.

Back at home, now that my Bike was away, I decided to try-ride a blue Pulsar left at my place who actually belongs to a friend who has gone abroad and practically settled there. She was dusty, so I gave her a scrub and she gleamed. She has gears .. |-) ... but, she's a great ride. She's 150 Cc and 12 bhp. And when riding her you can almost feel her raw power fidgeting under your arms. And she just takes you to air and punches your head if you let her go. She's someone who for sure likes to be on top ... :-), and taming her is a thrill ride. Now I don't want to be caught between this tussle of two mistresses, but I think my black pearl is becoming a lil old ... hee ... :-D

And lunch was a blast, owing to the sudden decision by three of us to go to Chung's. Its an Indianised Chinese restaurant, where everything is fiery, not to mention ones with the thumbnail of a chilly by their side on the menu. And I dig the Malaysian noodles, Koi Thai, a flat and slender one that tastes really good. And and assortment of fiery fried chicken along with it. Out from there and a succulent, thick Mango juice from Sree Ganesha's to put me straight into sleep again ... :">

And I wake up at dusk ... browse through the TV and sample a few of the movies playing, some hilarious ones are on today, and settle for a far second rated Kannada Chaya on account of laziness. No rain today, just white billowing clouds. Night fell slowly, and I walked under the yellow-orange Sodium vapor lamps. They create an out of the world enigma on deserted silent roads coupled with the silent hum of an occasional fluorescent lamp and stage the perfect setting to discuss philosophy if you are in the company of one so aligned, and nostalgia if thats the pick rather, or fast cars, or mountain peaks, or kangaroos, or love, or life the Universe and everything, as you like it.

It feels nice to see Sirius shining brightly in the sky after a long stint of cloudy days.

And I went and got my black pearl back. And surpassing all my expectations, she's all chick again and rides like a dream ! Oh Boy ! :-D

And I visit a couple of friends, and see how the blue gal rides in the night. Well, she's spectacular! ... :-D

Those guys already had their dinner and hence they route me to a Dhaaba that they had tried.

The Bobby Dhaaba. All Punjabi, all orginal, and all Dhaaba ! Ki Oye ! With this tall Jatt in his long Kurtha and the small round bulbous headgear shouting all the while in starkly accented voice.

"Ji order dena Sirji Mah'raj ! ... Yaar' Oye' tabel' numbr' chaar khaali!! saf kar fatafat' "

"Ki Sirji, Do alu ke paratteh' ek' rajma, ek' dahi aur ek' mattah' ! tabel' numbr chaar pe baittiye ji ! "

Shouting is his primary apparatus of communication to the ones in the kitchen as well on the Dhaaba floor. I'm gonna like this place ... :-)

So I indulge myself in "Do alu ke paratteh' ek' rajma ek' dahi aur ek' mattah'" and reach Almosto Blastosis. Gee ... :-)

And coming back, settle down heavily in front on the TV to watch the Formula One Canadian Grand Prix qualifying. And hee .. :-) ... The Red Car comes second on the first row. And no sign of the black one anywhere nearby ... B-) I don't know why I like the Red Car, somehow I got attracted to it long back. I like Red.

And its 12.00 Midnight. Boy! You should go to sleep. Now!

And today I bought a Rubix cube on roadside for 30 bucks, as all my previous ones have been stolen by lilliputians.