Sunday, February 13, 2011

Chariot of the Gods..

You go crazy, cry out loud, get down on your knees and whisper to your heart "I love you baby". Ahh now do not draw in your syllogisms based on the rhetorical discourses you may have come across about me.
You can curse me for posting this crap (having wasted your precious time just before Valentines day when you could have been reading posts on love, lust, luck what ever) but dare not go any further if you are looking for a romantic post (wrong place mate ).
End of part one, end of the disclaimer, end of the crap.
Lazy day, lazy evening, lazy coffee at a CCD. In comes a mere mortal (I will hate him all my life) on the chariot of the gods. Go guessing my motorhead friends. I will help you with few names that I imagined could be second to the chariot:
Porsche Panamera: If only my last name was Gates or Ambani, I could have one of them but not sans a driver coz daddy won't let his little boy go crazy on it.
Mercedes CLS 550: If only I were to be deported to a country with great roads and signed on by Manchester United as there star forward. I wont own one even if I get the riches here coz then I will have to make my own racetrack too.
Pagani Huayra: The Schumachers are my 1st cousins. I get free access to tracks all round the globe. They even give me lessons on high speed driving.
Awful imaginations. Cut the crap again.
Lazily sipping coffee again. In rides on to the pavement "Mr. X" on his chariot. A Black Harley Davidson Road King. My mind goes astray, I can think no more, all I am capable of is continuing with the blatant stare..
A minute, I regain my senses and start watching the world react for the next 15 minutes.
A teenager on a bike (my bad, cycle) : Shocked. Skeptical. Almost ready to be run over by the truck behind him, trying to fulfill his uncontrolled urge to keep watching.
Father and son walking by: Dad walks past, my guess he did not notice. Son stands back, gapes and gapes and keeps on gaping. Dad is now almost 50 meters ahead, turns back and calls out. Now as the son walks dad takes his turn.
A young couple (walking hand in hand): The guy takes his chance to rub his palm against the leather as he walks past, but by then he has lost his girl who stays back.
Two young men(A & B) and a man (Z) in a Ford Ikon: Z parks his car strategically so that he can have an unobstructed view. A and B, pushed in to a state of ludicrous daze start jumping around the Harley snapping photographs in every pose humanly possible and every angle obtainable. Z disturbed by the childish monkeying of two responsible looking adults starts honking his horn trying to steer his car as close to the Harley as possible.
KP & I walking out of the CCD: I was still rambling about my dreams of growing rich, getting myself a chariot one day and KP blabbing out something (attention !), slowly walk to the Harley ogling at every bit of the beauty. We come across a girl who was jumping around mindlessly, hiding not any bit of the sense of her ecstasy. I remember me saying "Its a beast !" but I do not think anyone listened.
And now for the last hour, while I have been writing this, I have been dreaming. I dream one day I will get myself one of the chariots, I will take a couple of months off from the world and go riding all over India , my ear phones blasting "Highway star" and "No woman no cry" into my ear drums and the sun setting across the blue sky as I stop to feel the water rush down my parched throat. I have been wondering how I will "Forgive the unrelenting Indian summer heat", "Forgive the roads", "Forgive the government" and "Forgive Mr X". Until then Mr. X, I will envy you like I have envied no one before and pray to the gods "they give you the strength to protect the chariot".

PS: My friends say I am from the stone age (I am happy with a cell phone that can do nothing but make calls when they play around with the droids) and there are very few things around the world that invoke wild responses from me. I have seen the Road King's lesser brothers and half brothers from Harley Davidson on Indian roads but the Road King is all so different.

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