My Publicized Life

Since certain people, who shall not be named, recently accused me of writing "long long stories" that took all of their time to read, will cut short my wonderful, gifted prose and make this entry a visually aided one. Let it not be said that I am not an accomodating man!! The Hampi trip, incidentally, took place before the Shimoga trip, but posted the latter first since writing is easier than hosting pics. Big difference, since no one reads my blog anyways! :-( Had recently joined up with 60kph (check out http://www.60kph.com/ ) and this was my first long group ride. Had an amazing time, apart from the fact that my engine seized again and I had to do 250+ km on a failed engine. But c'est la vie, kay sera sera and all of that. There's nothing like the experience of riding a bike with a deafening clankety-clankety-clank sound and having yourself overtaken by a cyle-rickshaw with an engine. By the way, pics were all shot by Alin and Pramod, my co-riders, as I do not curr...

Prologue: Hardcore Pessimists certainly have one thing going for them, all they ever get is pleasant surprises. Some of the best moments in life come when you expect the ordinary and then have your breath taken away. Beauty always seems at its best when you behold it for the first time. I'm referring to Nature here....but the same applies to Catherine Zeta Jones as well. The occasion was my friend Pushkar's wedding, so had gone on a day trip to Shimoga to attend the engagement ceremony. Would've loved to take the Bullet, but it was still recuperating from its seized engine, so traveled by the more conventional means of train. In case that sounded confusing, I wasn't referring to a heroic death by gunfight. In case this sounds confusing, you're allowed to give an exasperated shake of the head and read on. Onward journey: Had met up with Pushkar's college friends a couple of times, so joined up with them and took the Saturday night train. Good journey, had an ausp...