roads....

not referring to country roads. not even referring to the analogy of ' down memory lane'. today i took two modes of transport (which i usually dont in hubli) that compel me to write about these roads... (u usually dont realise what i did on four wheels... two wheelers n those three wheeled rickshaws tell you loads)



the bike: had to come home with a colleague on his bike this evening. i was starched holding the handle n keeping my eyes shut. while i got a complete body exercise! all i told this guy was, i just hope i dont fly off the bike n land on the stony road.




the rickshaw: on the way to the gymkhana to play badminton ( my daily ritual i've now resumed after school...hmmm... been ages) my head thumped the rickshaw rod and to make it worsse the smart rickshawala would just not negotiate his exhorbitant fee (unreasonable...without the meter!) and that storm of dust left my eye watering....

a myriad experiences, that shook me, literally! devre!! (translated from kannada to english means god!) what bad urban roads we have! that have dents like craters (actually...) and raise dust like a hurricane (this is a slight exaggeration)! heavy rains n this is what's revealed-the seven inch tar roads have just an inch there the rest gone up in corruption n public rape of the tax-payer!

villages u can forget about.......they dont even have proper lanes... but cities and towns? well, they have those ruptured roads that only are a showcase of integrity of the damn buffoons we vote each time (or may be we dont vote)...

i truly think we live in magnificient urban jungles where the wild beasts are all of us-- those buffoons and us citizens included (who just get frustrated with the roads one day n learn to take the roads the way they are the other day). we have such wonderful rustic roads, so earthy and divine that we not only to get to smell the earth but also have coats of it on our faces and clothes too.

that's when am left with this song in my head..... (pardon my version of the awesome original)

mama, take this dust of me

i cant take it anymore

its getting too bumpy with bumps to my bone...

feels like am knocking on hell's roads.....

knock(ed) knock(ed) knocking on hell's roads!!!!!!

id prefer to leave on a musical note----will prepare me face the music da next time am knocking on hell's roads.....