Sunday, August 19, 2012
I was sitting ideal at home at 7.00pm and was trying to get someone to go out with me that night. Could not go to the gym that evening due to many reasons, one of them was my will to not go! The other petty reasons were: I did not have my car as it had gone for servicing, my dad’s car was parked at Dipak’s place and I had to go and pick that up, I wanted to go out with My gf for a coffee/shopping. The main reason was me being lazy………So I collected my car from Dipak’s place and while I was there I ate some vadas as always since I cannot resist them, yet another reason for me not going to the gym that night… I came back home and was about to take a rickshaw to the office where my other car was to be delivered from servicing and leave for Mantri Mall to meet My gf. Just before I was leaving, I had a minute or two to think about and I realised that 15th was a holiday for Independence day and I had nothing special planned accept that I would have gone to My Frens place and wasted my time yet again. I also got a couple of calls from my Dad asking me to come to chhindwara since it will be very difficult and expensive for the Policeman to come Bangalore to verify my details for Passport. So just like that I decided to leave for Chhindwara by car! Now there were two main reasons for me to leave by Car, one was that I had to send Dady’s car back any which way and the other one being, I did not have any tickets to go. Although the main reason being, I love driving and I wanted to try Skoda Fabia on a long run as well…..Even if it meant I had to drive all the way alone but then I love driving alone as long as I have good podcasts to listen to or a collection of very good songs that I could manage. So it was decided with that span of two minutes whilst I was at home getting ready to go to the office again to pick my other car up, that I will be leaving for Chhindwara tonight. I did not have to and want to hurry since I knew the earlier I left the worse it would be en-route to the Airport and subsequently to Hyderabad. I decided to take things one at a time so I first went to the office to pick the other car up and now I went by the other car instead of a rickshaw as initially intended since I did not have the time to look for an auto, anyway I went to the office, picked up the other car and asked the driver dropping my I20 to drop that car to my home in Jayanagar which he agreed to reluctantly hoping to get a tip for the day.. By now I had things more clear in my mind with regards to the trip that I will be starting in about an hour from then, I had planning going on about every small things in head. I was back at home at about 8.20pm and packed everything within the next fifteen minutes making sure I am not forgetting any thing I should not. I was ready to leave by 9.00 pm and this was the time I called my Mom to tell her to get down from the train Nagpur and not at Bangalore as I was coming by car to pick her up from there. I knew she wouldn’t mind but I dint tell this to my Dad as I was sure he would not let me come by car alone for obvious reasons (I wouldn’t let him). I made sure the house secure and gave a heads up to the guard at the door that I will be out for a couple of days so he should be careful with the maids and tell them not to come, in case of emergencies he has my number.. ..
I sat in my car, prepared to drive with the favourite podcasts from BBC ‘The Archers” and started my 1200 kms trip to chhindwara. Just after driving for 3 kms I thought I would give my sister a call and ask if she wants to come with to Hyderabad since she was planning to go there after her exams but she refused making excuses and I didn’t want to push her, I think she has changed too since she has never been more blunt and direct to me ever before but I felt good about it for some reason. I planned to see my girl friend before I left but I just could not take the time out for that and I knew it would be late for her to see me by the time I reached her place, so I did not insist and neither did she. I knew I had to get some diesel as my tank was almost empty and I wanted to stop at a good fuel station I could refill the air and water as well, I drove for 1 full hour that night to reach the Airport and it was one of the busiest night to the Airport that I had seen after a long time so I did not stop anywhere for the gas but I stopped right after the Airport. That was first stop if you call it that and I had not even counted the miles since I wanted to make it a zero when I re-fuelled but I think was around 45 kms/ one hour. I was enjoying driving the skoda already and listening to the podcast, I was lost somewhere, I wanted to drink coffee more because of fear to go to sleep than feeling sleepy but I did not get a chance and I did not want to stop yet again so early, I knew I had a long way ahead. The cars engine was making the sweetest sound a diesel engine could make I immediately realised why is this car selling despite of the pathetic service offered by Skoda, they have a good quality product to sell that would sell itself. I was already missing this car and was wondering why am I sending this back now. It was too late for a change of plan at this time so I kept appreciating the car and kept on driving. There was no rains, the whether was clear and so was the road. I governed my speed and did not cross 130 kms at any time, I did not feel like it for the first time. May be I was being careful or feeling matured with a will to drive safely. I did not stop until I had crossed another 200 kms and hyderabad was now 300 kms from where I was. I was hungry and tired. I stopped for the worst dinner of my trip at a dhabha with a lot of lights on it and ordered 2 butter Rotis with paneer butter masala. The rotis were not rotis they were Naan and that too were made of rubber, the butter paneer masala was solid rubber cut into pcs and soaked in liquid black curry that looked like blood to me, I didn’t care for the initial roti to end as the law of diminishing marginal utility kicked in and I left the other roti with half of the curry for the dhabha wala to serve to the next customer (I am sure this is what I got) asked for a strong coffee after dinner which was not strong in anyway but kept me going for another 20 minutes before I was feeling sleepy and I decided to take a power nap at one of the petrol pumps that looked safe and crowded. I did not know what time I would get up but I just put my feet up and slept at the steering wheel at 2.00 PM (I think it was then).
Day Two of the trip : 15th august 2012
I woke up at 6.00 AM sharp by the ringtone on my phone, it was my sister calling to find out where have I reached and I could just tell her to wait for me as I would reach at and around 9.00 AM. I started as it is and now I had approx 275 kms to cover in less then 3 hours, not that I was in a hurry but I like to maintain a speed otherwise I will never reach my destination and I was behind schedule at the moment.
I had to go freshen up and I was looking for a decent place I could use a toilet of, probably a CCD or same sort of a café, I kept looking and kept driving in the hope to see one soon enough, I did not realise that the roads were so good that I had covered almost 100 kms in the next one hour and it was only 175 kms left now to hyderabad and it was 7.00AM. At this speed I was hoping to reach hyderabad before 9.00 so I did not want to stop at all, not even for a coffee because that would mean answering the nature’s call as well that I had ignored or subsided somehow and was not feeling the urgent need of using the public toilet for some reason. So I kept driving and kept listening to the podcast as I have been doing all the way till here…. There was not a lot on the road side to look except the usual highway facilities and small villages passing by on the side. I could make out I was nearing hyderabad by the scorching sun on my wind shield that was now blocking my vision. It was 8.15 AM now and hyderabad was 50 kms away, I received another call from my brother in law asking me to take the ORR to his house and not go into the city, it did not take much time and worry to figure my way to his house and I was at his place at 9.00 AM in the morning of 15th August. I almost forgot it was the Independence day and the worst part was there was nothing to remind me of it in hyderabad or at his house. It was just another lazy day at his house, I expeted my aunt to be there and she was there at the door asking me about my where abouts and health and welcoming me, my sister; as I suspected was still fast asleep and I figured out her husband must be asleep too. I did not care about anything at that time and was looking to take a crap as soon as possible as the pressure was building that I could not hold in any longer, so I asked for a tissue roll from Bua, which was luckily left in there house from the last time I was there and I took the news paper and went to the favourite place of mine; The Shit Pot with a very high pressure, I was relieved with a welcoming force of down pour………I think, I will just leave the rest to your imaginations.
I was hungry and tired but could go to sleep, so I decided to eat but as usual at my sister’s as at my aunt’s place there is always no food and soon enough I realised why my brother in law was not there at home to meet and greet me as he had gone out grocery shopping behind me. I was too hungry and I just ate whatever there was, I think they served me POHA and some haldiram’s Bhujia for “Breakfast”. I asked for some Haldi ka Doodh to drink in the morning and did not have any tea or coffee since I wanted to sleep, soon My sister was out of her bedroom with her baby in her hands and all the eyes in the room were at the baby. She is cute and too small for me to pass any comment, so I will resist this time. We sat on the breakfast table talking about things and then shifted to the couch in the front of the TV continueing the formality and waiting to go off to sleep but I could not until I spoke about biryani and I asked my brother in law to order some biryani for lunch after the breakfast experience in the morning, I just wanted to be sure of a proper lunch. When I was sure that I am going get a good lunch, I immediately went off to sleep and woke up only at lunch hour waiting for the Biryani at the dining table. My brother in law was younger to me at school and he had affair with my little sister so he was always at a distance from me and that still carried on, he would give me a lot of respect more out of my seniority than my relation now since he is now my Brother in Law I am supposed to respect him and talk to him in a formal way, he did not make me feel like one and I felt good about that. We were just speaking about random stuff and realised that the only thing I can talk to him was about electronics, so blurted out what about the new samsung galaxy S 3, I dint know why but I did and it made the conversation a lot more interesting suddenly since I could make out that there was some thing that he could speak about and participate in other than family matters of My sister.
So I hogged on the dining table, with one of the worst biryani one could get but it was still Rice so I knew I could eat and go off to sleep and I did. I woke up only at 5.00 Pm and asked the “lazy family”, as I would like to refer to this one, if there is a recreation room where we could just get some fresh air before I started back on the road, luckily there was one and we could sweat it out on a TT table. While My sister and aunt played a game of carom lethargically and reluctantly. I was sweating like a pig, the way I ate and as soon as I came back I was hungry yet again, not having a lot of hopes in her’ house for a good meal, I decided to leave at that time and would eat on my way. Just when I decided to leave, I heard them having a pool dinner at there house and they wanted me to stay back, initially i did not want to stay back but then I thought this might be a gold mine of laughing stock for a month or so as there were 3 geeks with two dumb girls all in one room with different variety of food on the table to choose from. What else would I want from life and how could I resist… I stayed back and no one really cared at that time. I was busy replying to TW US as they had opened by then and I thought this will give me a chance to recharge my ipod for my journey ahead and give me a chance to reply to all the urgent emails from US. As I did that I waited for an invitation for food and for the geeks to turn up and check them out, I will not lie at this moment but that was the best time for me at there place. I don’t remember the exact time but I saw the first geek turn up in a bermuda and I had not expected more, he came in an attire that I would not even wear at home in front of my servant but than it’s the culture I guess with these IT guys, his name was Mayank if I remember it right and he said a sad ‘Hi’ and sat on the bean bag kept next to the couch. He was not talking at all and I was waiting for him to talk, that’s all I was bothered about.. What would he talk about and what these guys generally talk. He didn’t utter a word until prashant said something about his trip to US and they started talking about there trip and journey to US and when they will do it again in the future. Just when it was getting interesting the other geek turned in at the door with his family (his wife and mother in law) to be precise, by the looks of them I could make out they were from Mumbai or Delhi and there talks confirmed to me that they were from Mumbai. This one I think were called Karthik and family.. .. There were no etiquettes in this group and whatever I had learnt so far did not apply here.. It was like sitting with village people who were “literate” only with computers. They did not care if the lady was introduced to all the guests, whether the ladies in the room were sitting, it was strange for me to see a group of learned men behaving this way but then again, I could digest this after a while and I did.. I moved on with more interesting things that would happen in the next hour or so, I don’t even have the words to describe my experience in that one hour, only that this one hour made up for the stay at there place.
So I was hardly introduced to anyone of the guests, it was all left to ourselves to make acquaintances and I did get involved with them, talking about there friends getting into another company and other friends who didn’t get into some company. Honestly, when I think about writing what I heard, I really don’t know what to write for various reasons but the main ones being my inability understand what they were talking about. I really did not know what was being talked about between them that night, all I can understand is random words like Cognizent; microsoft; amazon and many other companies of the same league. All I can say was all my life I have been dreading people like this and here I am surrounded my geeks of first order, I mean there cannot be bigger geeks than these that I could have come across. Anyhow, I got to the dinner table where the food was laid and I hogged once again, I dint care who prepared it all I cared abt was that there was pav-bhaji and it was good so I ate yet again before going back to the geeks table to talk about more interesting stuff that I thought they would contribute to as well, like current affairs and the normal happenings around the country but all I could get out from them was a long silence and then back to some guys story who is thinking of joining another IT company as he has been placed through his campus interview. I just realised where I was ! I also saw that there was a woman there sitting right next to us talking to everyone but me and I just realised that I was not introduced to her, so I took the oppurtunity quickly when I found her standing alone for a minute and introduced myself to her, she was karthik’s wife from mumbai, and she was working with KPMG. Oh I thought to myself, there is one girl amongst them all who knows very little about IT and I could have a conversation with her, not realising that she is one of them as she into development of IT softwares for KPMG. I didn’t even know if something like that existed, she was a bigger geek. I wondered how my sister would get along with all these people and soon I got my answer to that too. She doesn’t get along she pleads ignorance on everything and talks like typical marwadi lady about the family and bollywood news. The only thing that was not about computers in there talks were the synopsis of our little tour to the club house earlier that night and mention of TT that we played.
All this made me happy, I was to leave their house soon and happier to know that I am not one of them
I did leave hyderabad at around 10 pm and drove to chhindwara by 6 am the next morning……. Chhindwara as usual brought a lot of memories and made me feel nostalgic !!!