Thursday, February 11, 2010
I am back....without a bang!
Friday, August 04, 2006
WHY NOT?
P.S Inspiration is contagious. Beware!
Why? by James Richmond
"'Why do you do it?' friends often ask, perplexed,
Brows raised, minds sorely vexed.
'The world out there is dangerous!
Aren't you scared? Why do this?
You need steady work, a house, two cars!
You have only a motorbike, and sleep under stars!'
Dear friend, if you must ask, you cannot know
This curiosity that drives me so.
To you it is hidden; in me rises unbidden!
But one day the world I'll have ridden
By iron steed, then perhaps this need
Will have vanished, finally vanquished!
That day will find me on deathbed,
With no regrets for the life I led.
Will you be able to say the same?
Or will you despair a life worn plain?
I will stake my Himalayan memories
Against your estate of a thousand trees.
Pit my Thai sunset
Against your private jet.
Weigh my horse rides at sunrise
To your Italian suits and ties.
I'll rejoice in friends before I go,
Not the figures of my stock portfolio.
And, amazingly, there are more like me;
They reject slavery, and are truly free.
They took the chance we all had,
And honestly it makes me sad
That you didn't.
You thought you couldn't...
What?
Live without the luxuries
Of all our modern amenities?
You choose the bonds of mortgage, but claim to be free,
Wasting a lifetime absorbed by TV.
Why watch it? but live it!
One life's all you get!
Don't put off 'til morrow and continue to borrow
The lives of strangers; 'tis the greatest of dangers
To the soul
Which grows old
Before its time.
Hercules, Columbus,
Guevara, Odysseus,
Champlain, Agamemnon,
The list goes on...
What have they in common?
Regardless man or god,
The soil of continents they trod,
Not in search of gold but adventure!
Not growing old 'cause they ventured
Far from safety; but far be it from me
To Judge...
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The pitiless pity us
With souls black pitted.
Pray! save it for those less spirited.
For us... our horizons are unlimited."
by James Richmond, Canada, in India
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Across the Land of Dravidians...
Let me call it wanderlust or fate or intuition or a mix of all these, but they did trigger me to embark on this genuinely crazy but fascinating ride of over 800kms in a single day on a motorcycle whose power does not exceed that of a standard lawn mower. I guess most of you will be not be interested in the part of story which tells what led to doing it, so briefing it up as a prelude to the adventure.
I ride a Bajaj CT-100 (99.2cc, 8.2 bhp), a petite commuter bike designed primarily for city riding. I had never thought of ending up with such a bike after switching over four performance (Indian Standards) bikes (Yamaha Enticer, Yamaha RX-100, Bajaj Pulsar, Royal Enfield 350) over years in the college. You know, economy becomes the keyword when a modest pay-pack combines with independence.
The travel bug has been inside my pants for quite a while now, tickling intermittently. But I had never gone beyond the planning stage in any of my trip schemes. Plans were plenty; active, dormant and extinct ones in variety. But constraints were regularly active and kept my hands off that jacket efficiently.
The idea for Thiruvananthapuram to Chennai however was never in any of my travel plans and was conceived in a matter of some hours before the start. Being a true son of Mars, I followed my instincts, thanks to some blind motivation from my friend and colleague Lekha, who was already sick of seeing me everyday buried over some map, planning a trip. Immediately, I immersed myself on the internet for an hour searching for distance and route information. My initially calculated distance stood at 795kms. Since I had taken a trip from my native place in Palakkad to here, around 370 kms, I had a relative idea of what that figure meant. Especially, it was challenging because of my bike, which could be categorized unsafe once the 65kph mark is exceeded. To reach Chennai, covering this huge distance, was more of a compulsion rather than an attempt to break records. I had planned this trip for meeting my friends working in the great metropolis. After taking leave from the office for Friday, only if I reach there on the day could I spend some time with them for the weekend. So that was source of my determination, or so I believe. Although it seemed extremely arduous, not even once did I feel that it was beyond my abilities. Incidentally, my bike was being serviced on the same day and that was reassuring about its reliability. Memorizing some base information about the route and distances, I was off to set my things for the trip. I had to start early in the morning; with only few hours left, I stuffed some clothes onto my bag, searched in vain for the earphones of my ‘Creative MuVoSlim’, charged the batteries of my rickety Powershot A70, and yes, those important life-saving underwear too. Everything was readied by
I had waked up before
The pleasant, cool stillness of the city in the early morning set the tone for my launch. I was past Trivandrum Central Railway station by 05:30 and was speeding along an unknown road in search of the National Highway(NH) 47 which would lead me to Nagercoil, my next important transit point, 69kms away south. It’s a real shame that I still don’t know a correct route to NH going down south after eleven months of life here; blame it on the convoluted road network without a proper bypass. After riding on some ‘extra’ roads, I felt the right one and soon was racing and competing with the Sun to cut through the already pale darkness of the hour.
It was still drizzling as I passed the towns of Balaramapuram and Neyyatinkara missing to notice them. The development pattern of Kerala is such a conundrum that once you are moving along a road, the only way to distinguish between urban and rural settlements is the density of people floating alongside. Other ways of observation are probably futile since the continuous ribbon of habitat along both the sides limit your trials to seek the countryside. This perhaps was the reason for missing the towns but yes, at that time I was cursing myself to have broken a rule of the road, and my eyes were peeled up to see a gas station. I should’ve filled up my bike at the first pump I saw, and with full compliance to that rule; I wasn’t able to spot another one. If I did see one on the way, it was closed; and made me recollect that phrase painfully. With Murphy smiling, I was riding with grim thoughts of ending up filling in Tamilnadu, where the prices are a bit higher. Luckily, I saw an IBP station before the state border and missed no chance to laugh back at Murphy.
No checks at Kaliyikkavila, the border between Kerala and TN, I breezed through the posts wondering why it is so sleepy when the alert is sounded across the nation after the horrifying bomb blasts in Mumbai. The sky was white ahead; a clear victory in the race for the guy above all of us; I was moving at around 60kph through the now rolling terrain. No respite to the ridiculous ribbon of settlements, I will vote it as the main reason for the near-zero highway safety levels in my state. It was around
I had seriously flawless intuition throughout the journey, one of them told me not to stop and delay the progress by taking photographs of that beautiful country. I followed it till the very end, and now feel it was the smartest thing I could’ve done. If not, I wouldn’t have seen Chennai on
By
The road was fairly straight from here on. The horizon showed me the bright streak at its far end, an abstract indication of the weather in TN proper. It was normal as it is the only part in
We probably weighed around 160kgs together, out of which my contribution was a fat 63kgs. And we found our combination was miserably inadequate to keep ourselves on track against this big brother who was hell bent on persuading us to either to ride on the wrong side of road or to stop till he relented. But I kept on moving till my brain gave way to stomach’s SOS. I was very hungry and empty till now; stopped at a small but fresh looking restaurant. Those puris were smaller than my expectations, the coffee had a distinct flavor from the normal in kerala and I was served with care and respect; Welcome to the hospitality of TN!
I was thrilled to the see the NH-7 long, straight and empty after trudging through some 5-6kms from this point. The next two hours were fast and dangerous as well. I could ride the machine at 70-75kph effortlessly only when that crosswind consented. But nevertheless, I was quick at grasping the new vehicle dynamics during such winds. Although I sulked over my wrong selection of route and a wrong season as well, it was easily compensated by the charming country I was in. With the goggles and the visor on, I couldn’t make out for long the real brightness of view. The winds were forcing me persistently to decrease my speed by swaying us dangerously to the right. They became extremely precarious while overtaking a truck or a bus. Being a two-lane highway, it was necessary to move to the opposite way for overtaking maneuvers. On entering the zone, where covered with the truck on left, I was temporarily released from the wind action, and the extra thrust given against them till then suddenly worked to push the bike towards the truck. However, this was very much controllable; the real danger was when the vehicle is crossed, a sudden gust always tried to fling the bike away because of the lack of any counter thrust. I missed 2-3 accidents by a whisker when some vehicle was coming in the opposite direction and passing me at a near-same time. My riding skills were tested to their extreme in those situations when I just managed to guide my bike away from the way of passing vehicle each time. But soon, I was riding well and negotiated the crosswind intelligently.
About the land, well, the region is called ‘Paalai’ in tamil, meaning desert. Spread over the districts of Tirunelveli, Tuticorin and Kanyakumari in south TN, the arid, barren wastes vegetated with thorny shrubs is a god forsaken rain-shadow of the
I passed the city of
Neither the wind nor me bothered to concede and we moved with crossed swords past Virudunagar, a dusty town traditionally important for its bustling business activity. The bike was performing smoothly but I was apprehensive about over-heating problems in its tiny 100cc engine. At around
A grade separator introduced to me the new bypass of
My body was giving overtones of an oncoming fatigue as I crossed
This land, between
The face of villages here is original and the people have their feet firmly on terra-firma. Inspite of being the most urbanized state in
Ruminating on such thoughts, I steered my machine onto greener pastures which signaled the arrival of the city of
I crossed the major bridges across Cauvery and Kollidam. River Kollidam(Coleroon) is the distributary diverted from the mainstream at the ‘Grand Anicut’(an ancient diversion headwork on Cauvery constructed by the king Karikala Chola). The next hour was generally uneventful other than my sore in the butt getting itchier. I called up my friends once again on the way to the next important point, Perambalur. Lucky to find an active water tap near the phone booth, I spared no time to wash myself and even managed to have a quick conversation with a pleasant looking fellow who was eager to know about my whereabouts. The severe tan on my lower forearms, the ruddy, burnt face with dry haystack-like hair made me feel strangely proud seeing myself as an authentic tourer. Putting up a gritty face, I powered into the NH-45 to do the fastest phase of the whole trip. The highway is mostly straight and level and could be a dream for the ‘fast and furious’. I was doing 75-80 consistently and I was even having competition with a ‘TVS Victor’. True to its name, he emerged the victor in a race that lasted for about half an hour, thanks to my ‘benevolence’. I made good ground due to the race on that monkey-infested road. Yes, the road has lots of monkeys, the ‘basic’ langur found commonly in
It took some time before I could see the thick, dark clouds in the far horizon as the reason for a drastic change in the weather at around
Wiping the rearview mirror, I was off to surmount what I considered to be the penultimate leg of the journey, 76kms to Tindivanam via Villupuram. The onward journey from that point was presumed to be fast and comfortable, the highway transforming into a tolled four-laner maintained in excellent condition. For the first time in the trip, I had difficulty to get my leg over and mount the bike as it felt really heavy and fatigued. The headlights were lit as a reciprocal gesture to other vehicles that had theirs switched on prematurely. Minutes passed and when it was properly dark, I began to have a serious visibility problem. The highway was pitch dark because of very few settlements along it, and to make things worse, I found my headlamp’s focus was disoriented badly, badly enough that I literally had to feel and find the road with my palms before riding over it. Murphy was also taking revenge now by spicing it up with the rain, a highly scratched up Visor which could blindingly amplify the glare of the oncoming traffic lights and a slippery road which changed its width according to its will without caring to warn anyone. Me, the weary soldier, was playing it down by maintaining a horribly low speed of around 40kph along the edge of the road. Thus I could avert sudden braking as well as blinding due to the glare. But on a road with the said above character, I had to endure situations which could’ve proved even fatal. As the width unexpectedly changed without caution, I found myself off-roading several times. At one instance I jumped over a mound, at another, I hit a culvert which almost hurled me out of the seat, luckily managed to move away unscathed. Imagining my plight if I had gone into that dark depression (canal or drain or whatever!) was relieving as my body was becoming steadily weaker. The loose screws of the visor made life really annoying. For a better vision, I had to push it up every thirty seconds since it wouldn’t stay in that position for a trice more. The exposed eyes hurt for receiving the hard-hitting raindrops and insects as I trundled down the nightmarish NH-45 towards Villupuram.
As I was reaching near Villupuram, the rain had subdued a bit and the road was brighter with more settlements alongside. I had been terribly slow over the last leg and was aware of the cumulative delay if conditions are similar in the distance ahead. So I called my friends to inform the current position and the probable time of my arrival now forecasted to around
It took another hour on a somewhat more predictable stretch of highway before I reached the four-lane corridor. It starts before the town of
After about 10kms, the road was wet and possibly slippery too. The lane was accurately delineated and with vehicles following the rules of lane-change reasonably well, it was much easier for maintaining a speed of 60-65kph. At junctions, it was excellently lit with bright neon lamps and stray crossing were controlled by non-mountable barriers alongside. I had to stick to the outer lane since the inner one was occupied by faster vehicles. However, I had to change them regularly whenever I hit the tail of a slow-moving truck, and mind-you, they were countless. I was lucky to be moving into Chennai, as the outbound traffic on the other side was substantially denser and slower than in our direction. I passed Melmaruvathur, the place housing a rich and famous temple. By now, I was fatigued enough that my reflexes and concentration were on an all-time low. I didn’t feel like applying brakes even if there was a need to, I kept on maintaining a constant throttle. Just a single abnormal maneuver in the relevant traffic was enough for me to cater an accident. The ride now was almost sub-conscious as I passed another intermediate town of
City buses, local trains on the track alongside the road, an active and dynamic populace in and around the carriageway, distinctly yellow-color autorickshaws, bustling commerce at night, and above all, a remarkable new stench arising out of this typical urban mangle marked my arrival into Chennai at Tambaram. I am not any westerner to note the smell aspect, but riding for the whole day on an unpolluted rural environment had sharpened my senses to distinguish this amazing rural-urban divide. I was more conscious by now as I was stopped at the check-post by Police. I don’t know if he was amazed or suspicious when I answered to his question of the origin of trip. When I said ‘
It was annoying to find all the telephone booths closed when I wanted to call my friends badly and scream out my arrival. But when I found a booth near the board, the one which welcomed me to Chennai, the one for which I had been set my heart, the emotion was overwhelming and true to my achievement. I rushed into the booth, made a call and repeated the greetings in Tamil as the opening line when I talked with Vineeth. It was around
I was finally at Chennai, at a spot exactly 813 kms away from home. It had taken me 18 hours and twenty minutes on a bike which had performed outstandingly well to reach the destination without any hassles. In this marathon ride that tested my levels of endurance, ingenuity and determination to their extremes, I had come through successfully. The longest road axis of TamilNadu had been ridden in a day which saw its thirteen districts, all of its rivers, all of its climatic variations and most of its culture waving to me along the sides of a never-ending tarmac. It did push me to the end of the wall but not without leaving me a great sense of pride and achievement, very unique and memorable. Which fool says ‘Life is a journey’? Journey is life.
Trip Summary
Origin-Destination(O-D) | Thiruvananthapuram-Chennai | Chennai -Trichy | Trichy - Thiruvananthapuram |
Date | | | |
Distance(km) | 812 | 327 | 477 |
Odo reading(Start) | 2138 | 3015 | 3370 |
Odo reading(Finish) | 2950 | 3342 | 3847 |
Start time | | | |
Finish time | | | |
Total Journey time | 18 h 20 min | 7 h 35 min | 11 h |
Average Journey speed | 44.3 kph | 43.1 kph | 43.4 kph |
Total Fuel Consumption | 8.3 litres | 11.8 litres( Chennai-Thiruvananthapuram) | |
Average Fuel Economy | 97.83 kpl | 70.5 kpl( some petrol stolen on the way) | |
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