7-7-7 TRIP
Starting the trip with Golden words of Jasjiv
Lucky for some I must say, this was the day when we were finally setting out on our bikes to BR Hills about 240kms from Bangalore. Let me fill you in as to how this trip came about. Ever since Manish had bought his black Pulsar 150, he had been on everyone's (esp my) case to take a loooong trip somewhere. If you know him well, you'd know that he would not budge from an already made plan. So he had planned the trip way back and had sworn to kill us if anyone of us backed out.
But as fate had it, it was HE who had to postpone the plan. You should have seen the way we took his TRIP. Ah! Good times. Anyway moving on, Manish did gather all the courage to make another plan for a trip. We (also Priya, Atrayi) were at his place for dinner one night when he actually sat down to note the route for the place named BR Hills. (Btw he had already convinced us for this one). I was the only one who was acting pricey (I had my own ‘love’ly reasons for doing so), anyhow threatening me did the work for him and I was on board. He did not leave any website unclick which remotely contained the words ‘map’, ‘Karnataka’, ‘BR Hills’.
So Manish did finally figured out the route and told us to stay the night at his place on Friday night so we could leave early morning Saturday without even wasting a millisecond (apparently he thought, being under his roof he could not let anyone sleep beyond the stipulated 360 minutes). Again (I love this part) as ‘fate’ would have it, I was the first one to wake up (a good 36 minutes late) myself and the girls. Poor Manish had to listen to another round of sarcastic remarks for being the last one to wake up (fate has a grudge against him).
There we were all ready (after a quick bath and bite) to roll. Wait I forgot to tell you about the great shopping spree that we indulged ourselves into the previous evening. Well we were at Big Bazaar hoping to get some good rain wear for this trip (because a certain somebody had told us with ‘garv’ that we might encounter heavy rainfall along the way). Again as the good ol’ fate would have it, Priya and I walked off with a killer of a deal (a full rain suit for 240 bucks) and poor Manish had to settle for a single thin jacket for 130.
At this point Manish taking over
I planned the TRIP and they took my “TRIP”. That’s all I want to say. What can you do if your boss gives you an ultimatum? You have to stay back. And what can you do when you are kept awake till 2.30am and then offered a cup of tea before going to sleep, and over and above that you are expected to wake up at 5.00am. Only one man can meet the expectation and that’s Jasjiv.
Some more background of the trip. Atrayi Roy and Priya Paul (The Royal Bengal Babes, the name given to them by our own Jasjiv) were the main catalyst for the trip planned this time. We were already brought down on account of heavy rainfall by some of our serious classmates (Nagarv). But Atrayi’s non-stop convincing and Priya’s unbreakable determination helped me and Jasjiv to realize our real potential (latent only, not lost). Problem was only one-how to carry those heavy......………………………………………………………..girlzzzzzz.
I am taking you further from where Jasjiv stopped. That was not all that we bought last night. I went all alone all the way to Jainagar to buy tripal (don’t remember the English name). And we bought lots of eating stuff for our journey.
So here we start the world’s luckiest journey at 7.00am sharp (to be precise) because the journey had maximum 7’s (most lucky number) in it (on the 7th day of 7th month of 7th year of new millennium at 7.00 o’clock). Pictures were a must maintaining the Welingkar Bangalore’s tradition.
Atrayi was with Jasjiv on his Royal Enfield (Big bike attracts big bags) and she was carrying the bigger of the two bags we were carrying with us. Priya (81kg girl) was with me on my Bajaj Pulsar (described enough by Jasjiv).
Ok before I move any further, I must tell you how I convinced Jasjiv to come for such a long trip on bike. I bluffed him about B.R.Hills saying its just 100kms from Bangalore taking a shorter route through Kanakpura.
While crossing the city, Jasjiv asked me 10 times on the ride whether I knew the way to Kanakpura to B.R.Hills. I told him YES. But when I took him on the way to Mysore, he was little tensed. But he is a cool guy so cooled down fast.
Priya’s non-stop chat was taking its toll on me and very soon I found out a way to get rid of that. We stopped in between to put on our rain suits as it had already started raining. That time only I offered Bengal Babes an exchange of partners (ride only you dirty mind). Atrayi, a very talkative girl but a silent pillion, was with me now and Jasjiv was facing the brutal attack of words and pinching fingers of Priya {Human talks with his mouth but Priya talks with her mouth and her fingers (most of you know that, right???)}.
Our first long halt was at Mysore. In between, Jasjiv accused me of exploiting him in the journey as I did not let him have anything for breakfast. But Atrayi solved the problem by finding out a nice place. I must tell you the reason why I called it nice. It was because of the taste of the food and the NAME of the restaurant “KAMATH” (Do I need to explain). We had so many things there. I am leaving menu description for Atrayi as she is the best person to describe food.
A very interesting part of the whole journey was the cashier i.e. me. On a pair of cargo pants, I was wearing a rain proof lower too (T-shirts and a wind cheater was all there). So whenever the time to pay the bill used to come, I had to get up, push my hand inside the rain proof lowers all the way struggling with my t-shirt and wind cheater to my cargo’s hip pocket. Please visualize the whole thing to understand it well. Everyone out there used to look at me as in where was I trying to push my hands into (u got it right). So at Kamath, there was this family with a father and his daughter sitting next to our table. When I repeated this action there, the father was psyched for a few minutes as I was doing it standing in the middle of the restaurant. But when I took off my hand with wallet in it, he returned back to normal
Sunday, October 21, 2007
The unforgettable trip to Ooty on bike
7-7-7 TRIP
Starting the trip with Golden words of Jasjiv
Lucky for some I must say, this was the day when we were finally setting out on our bikes to BR Hills about 240kms from Bangalore. Let me fill you in as to how this trip came about. Ever since Manish had bought his black Pulsar 150, he had been on everyone's (esp my) case to take a loooong trip somewhere. If you know him well, you'd know that he would not budge from an already made plan. So he had planned the trip way back and had sworn to kill us if anyone of us backed out.
But as fate had it, it was HE who had to postpone the plan. You should have seen the way we took his TRIP. Ah! Good times. Anyway moving on, Manish did gather all the courage to make another plan for a trip. We (also Priya, Atrayi) were at his place for dinner one night when he actually sat down to note the route for the place named BR Hills. (Btw he had already convinced us for this one). I was the only one who was acting pricey (I had my own ‘love’ly reasons for doing so), anyhow threatening me did the work for him and I was on board. He did not leave any website unclick which remotely contained the words ‘map’, ‘Karnataka’, ‘BR Hills’.
So Manish did finally figured out the route and told us to stay the night at his place on Friday night so we could leave early morning Saturday without even wasting a millisecond (apparently he thought, being under his roof he could not let anyone sleep beyond the stipulated 360 minutes). Again (I love this part) as ‘fate’ would have it, I was the first one to wake up (a good 36 minutes late) myself and the girls. Poor Manish had to listen to another round of sarcastic remarks for being the last one to wake up (fate has a grudge against him).
There we were all ready (after a quick bath and bite) to roll. Wait I forgot to tell you about the great shopping spree that we indulged ourselves into the previous evening. Well we were at Big Bazaar hoping to get some good rain wear for this trip (because a certain somebody had told us with ‘garv’ that we might encounter heavy rainfall along the way). Again as the good ol’ fate would have it, Priya and I walked off with a killer of a deal (a full rain suit for 240 bucks) and poor Manish had to settle for a single thin jacket for 130.
At this point Manish taking over
I planned the TRIP and they took my “TRIP”. That’s all I want to say. What can you do if your boss gives you an ultimatum? You have to stay back. And what can you do when you are kept awake till 2.30am and then offered a cup of tea before going to sleep, and over and above that you are expected to wake up at 5.00am. Only one man can meet the expectation and that’s Jasjiv.
Some more background of the trip. Atrayi Roy and Priya Paul (The Royal Bengal Babes, the name given to them by our own Jasjiv) were the main catalyst for the trip planned this time. We were already brought down on account of heavy rainfall by some of our serious classmates (Nagarv). But Atrayi’s non-stop convincing and Priya’s unbreakable determination helped me and Jasjiv to realize our real potential (latent only, not lost). Problem was only one-how to carry those heavy......………………………………………………………..girlzzzzzz.
I am taking you further from where Jasjiv stopped. That was not all that we bought last night. I went all alone all the way to Jainagar to buy tripal (don’t remember the English name). And we bought lots of eating stuff for our journey.
So here we start the world’s luckiest journey at 7.00am sharp (to be precise) because the journey had maximum 7’s (most lucky number) in it (on the 7th day of 7th month of 7th year of new millennium at 7.00 o’clock). Pictures were a must maintaining the Welingkar Bangalore’s tradition.
Atrayi was with Jasjiv on his Royal Enfield (Big bike attracts big bags) and she was carrying the bigger of the two bags we were carrying with us. Priya (81kg girl) was with me on my Bajaj Pulsar (described enough by Jasjiv).
Ok before I move any further, I must tell you how I convinced Jasjiv to come for such a long trip on bike. I bluffed him about B.R.Hills saying its just 100kms from Bangalore taking a shorter route through Kanakpura.
While crossing the city, Jasjiv asked me 10 times on the ride whether I knew the way to Kanakpura to B.R.Hills. I told him YES. But when I took him on the way to Mysore, he was little tensed. But he is a cool guy so cooled down fast.
Priya’s non-stop chat was taking its toll on me and very soon I found out a way to get rid of that. We stopped in between to put on our rain suits as it had already started raining. That time only I offered Bengal Babes an exchange of partners (ride only you dirty mind). Atrayi, a very talkative girl but a silent pillion, was with me now and Jasjiv was facing the brutal attack of words and pinching fingers of Priya {Human talks with his mouth but Priya talks with her mouth and her fingers (most of you know that, right???)}.
Our first long halt was at Mysore. In between, Jasjiv accused me of exploiting him in the journey as I did not let him have anything for breakfast. But Atrayi solved the problem by finding out a nice place. I must tell you the reason why I called it nice. It was because of the taste of the food and the NAME of the restaurant “KAMATH” (Do I need to explain). We had so many things there. I am leaving menu description for Atrayi as she is the best person to describe food.
A very interesting part of the whole journey was the cashier i.e. me. On a pair of cargo pants, I was wearing a rain proof lower too (T-shirts and a wind cheater was all there). So whenever the time to pay the bill used to come, I had to get up, push my hand inside the rain proof lowers all the way struggling with my t-shirt and wind cheater to my cargo’s hip pocket. Please visualize the whole thing to understand it well. Everyone out there used to look at me as in where was I trying to push my hands into (u got it right). So at Kamath, there was this family with a father and his daughter sitting next to our table. When I repeated this action there, the father was psyched for a few minutes as I was doing it standing in the middle of the restaurant. But when I took off my hand with wallet in it, he returned back to normal
It was now turn of Priya and Atrayi to complete this story but since they are kamchor, I am completeing it.
Starting the trip with Golden words of Jasjiv
Lucky for some I must say, this was the day when we were finally setting out on our bikes to BR Hills about 240kms from Bangalore. Let me fill you in as to how this trip came about. Ever since Manish had bought his black Pulsar 150, he had been on everyone's (esp my) case to take a loooong trip somewhere. If you know him well, you'd know that he would not budge from an already made plan. So he had planned the trip way back and had sworn to kill us if anyone of us backed out.
But as fate had it, it was HE who had to postpone the plan. You should have seen the way we took his TRIP. Ah! Good times. Anyway moving on, Manish did gather all the courage to make another plan for a trip. We (also Priya, Atrayi) were at his place for dinner one night when he actually sat down to note the route for the place named BR Hills. (Btw he had already convinced us for this one). I was the only one who was acting pricey (I had my own ‘love’ly reasons for doing so), anyhow threatening me did the work for him and I was on board. He did not leave any website unclick which remotely contained the words ‘map’, ‘Karnataka’, ‘BR Hills’.
So Manish did finally figured out the route and told us to stay the night at his place on Friday night so we could leave early morning Saturday without even wasting a millisecond (apparently he thought, being under his roof he could not let anyone sleep beyond the stipulated 360 minutes). Again (I love this part) as ‘fate’ would have it, I was the first one to wake up (a good 36 minutes late) myself and the girls. Poor Manish had to listen to another round of sarcastic remarks for being the last one to wake up (fate has a grudge against him).
There we were all ready (after a quick bath and bite) to roll. Wait I forgot to tell you about the great shopping spree that we indulged ourselves into the previous evening. Well we were at Big Bazaar hoping to get some good rain wear for this trip (because a certain somebody had told us with ‘garv’ that we might encounter heavy rainfall along the way). Again as the good ol’ fate would have it, Priya and I walked off with a killer of a deal (a full rain suit for 240 bucks) and poor Manish had to settle for a single thin jacket for 130.
At this point Manish taking over
I planned the TRIP and they took my “TRIP”. That’s all I want to say. What can you do if your boss gives you an ultimatum? You have to stay back. And what can you do when you are kept awake till 2.30am and then offered a cup of tea before going to sleep, and over and above that you are expected to wake up at 5.00am. Only one man can meet the expectation and that’s Jasjiv.
Some more background of the trip. Atrayi Roy and Priya Paul (The Royal Bengal Babes, the name given to them by our own Jasjiv) were the main catalyst for the trip planned this time. We were already brought down on account of heavy rainfall by some of our serious classmates (Nagarv). But Atrayi’s non-stop convincing and Priya’s unbreakable determination helped me and Jasjiv to realize our real potential (latent only, not lost). Problem was only one-how to carry those heavy......………………………………………………………..girlzzzzzz.
I am taking you further from where Jasjiv stopped. That was not all that we bought last night. I went all alone all the way to Jainagar to buy tripal (don’t remember the English name). And we bought lots of eating stuff for our journey.
So here we start the world’s luckiest journey at 7.00am sharp (to be precise) because the journey had maximum 7’s (most lucky number) in it (on the 7th day of 7th month of 7th year of new millennium at 7.00 o’clock). Pictures were a must maintaining the Welingkar Bangalore’s tradition.
Atrayi was with Jasjiv on his Royal Enfield (Big bike attracts big bags) and she was carrying the bigger of the two bags we were carrying with us. Priya (81kg girl) was with me on my Bajaj Pulsar (described enough by Jasjiv).
Ok before I move any further, I must tell you how I convinced Jasjiv to come for such a long trip on bike. I bluffed him about B.R.Hills saying its just 100kms from Bangalore taking a shorter route through Kanakpura.
While crossing the city, Jasjiv asked me 10 times on the ride whether I knew the way to Kanakpura to B.R.Hills. I told him YES. But when I took him on the way to Mysore, he was little tensed. But he is a cool guy so cooled down fast.
Priya’s non-stop chat was taking its toll on me and very soon I found out a way to get rid of that. We stopped in between to put on our rain suits as it had already started raining. That time only I offered Bengal Babes an exchange of partners (ride only you dirty mind). Atrayi, a very talkative girl but a silent pillion, was with me now and Jasjiv was facing the brutal attack of words and pinching fingers of Priya {Human talks with his mouth but Priya talks with her mouth and her fingers (most of you know that, right???)}.
Our first long halt was at Mysore. In between, Jasjiv accused me of exploiting him in the journey as I did not let him have anything for breakfast. But Atrayi solved the problem by finding out a nice place. I must tell you the reason why I called it nice. It was because of the taste of the food and the NAME of the restaurant “KAMATH” (Do I need to explain). We had so many things there. I am leaving menu description for Atrayi as she is the best person to describe food.
A very interesting part of the whole journey was the cashier i.e. me. On a pair of cargo pants, I was wearing a rain proof lower too (T-shirts and a wind cheater was all there). So whenever the time to pay the bill used to come, I had to get up, push my hand inside the rain proof lowers all the way struggling with my t-shirt and wind cheater to my cargo’s hip pocket. Please visualize the whole thing to understand it well. Everyone out there used to look at me as in where was I trying to push my hands into (u got it right). So at Kamath, there was this family with a father and his daughter sitting next to our table. When I repeated this action there, the father was psyched for a few minutes as I was doing it standing in the middle of the restaurant. But when I took off my hand with wallet in it, he returned back to normal
It was now turn of Priya and Atrayi to complete this story but since they are kamchor, I am completeing it.
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