Lot of my friends who blog like to narrate trips they make. Sometime when I read them, I feel good for them and I think I should write down the trips I make somewhere coz I feel those are times..fun times in your life. The fear that words would make a good trip a dull one often keeps me away from doing it. But then I am gonna try this one. I could be boring ...I warn you.
Indiana Bones : in the land of Ding Dong (PART 1)
This winter I set off on a road trip to Bloomington (Indiana) to meet a friend (Ding Dong) who happened say come over. Every hero has to have an entertaining company if he is setting off on an adventure. Its not my theory.. look back and you'd find that Shrek had donkey, Tintin had haddock (and calculus) and so onn. So, to be an Ogre on an adventure I picked up the donk(ey) from Philadelphia. Donk I should say did justice to the annoying donkey we so loved. Unfortunately I had to see it from where Shrek saw it and not on Tv sets ! It had the right to remain silent..all it lacked was the ability. Ability ??? Whats that ?...Donk asked.
The love was evident just minutes after it all started. In todays world where some wackos think being geeky sounds cool, we decided to start the war with ipods. Mine or Donks. Mine were all loaded with the hand-picked collection of the best 'gana songs' in tamil, hindi, English,telugu and malayalam. Donk was all Daler Mehndi and cousins. The sons of Punjab roared for sometime untill I ran short of stable mind. Force, power,for good, whatever you want to call it, ipods were switched. And we had a song for every mood. Indiana bones had won the first battle. No listening to the cries of the sons of Punjab. Kuthu songs rocks !
There are a few things that happen so often in my life that I deny it as co-incidence anymore. Everytime I set on a roadtrip (long one I mean)...it has to rain. Rain is an understatement ..it has to rain as though its the last chance for the clouds to pee. And they did. Donk I should say got into my car with not much hope to get back in one piece. Thats the trust Donk had on the way Bones drives. The dark clouds, the rain, the curvy roads in Pennsylvania, the Kuthu songs and Bones by her side. Donk could see the set of a horror movie right in the car.
For a guy wearing the Ferrari cap nothing is more exciting than the feeling of steel cutting through thick air. we zipped past the curvy Pennsylvania, the slim West Virginia to hit the big fat Ohio. Ohio, a place where rest areas are atleast 70 miles apart is a perfect place to get stuck on cold, windy night if dying was your dream. We had the whole of Ohio to cross. Its big. Its fat. I hate Ohio. Glad we were to see "welcome to Indiana". 11 hours after the ipod wars started we reached Bloomington.
One of my friends in school taught me : Never let go a chance to surprise others. You learn it young, its gonna stay for long. Standing outside Ding Dong's apartment we called her to tell her that we are still an hour away.
"The plan was to go up and knock her door...she will open and will be surprised to see us so soon." How dumb !!!! It wasn't me.
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When in a team be a team man. As Donk instructed I knocked at the door. The door opened. Surprise....It wasnt Ding Dong's house. 11.30 PM - a nice time to knock someone's house and say sorry. I can see what would happen to someone who does that to me.
Now that we had practiced it once we executed it perfectly when the right door was knocked. Donk: Surprise...we are here in 10 minutes.
Ding Dong : Woww...am so surprised. How did you make it so soon. Did bones drive so fast?
Donk : Thats surprise...
Bones (thinking): How perfect. Do they practice these conversations over phone? whatever..Donk's idea wasnt dumb..she perhaps knew Ding Dong would buy it.
All that starts bad ends well. Yea they changed it.
The first part ends with Donk, Ding Dong and Bones enjoying the dinner with a yummy chicken curry that Ding Dong claims to have made.
P.S. Bones writes his diary. (for the biologically inclined)
blah blah.....Ding Dong has chicken (on porcelain plate) for dinner and not LB (Luria Broth) on Agar plate as the world claims.
There arent a lot of things in the world one can write about.When running short of ideas the best thing to do is think of all the snakes, worms and classmates you've encountered in life...
Achuth Padmanabhan
About Me
- Street Fighter
- I am someone who is no different from the millions you see around. And thats a fact I hate. I wanted to stand out at any cost. Out I set to realize my dream: the dream to be different. Along came a very loyal friend - foolishness. This blog is mostly about me and my friend and how when together, we stand out in the crowd.
6 comments:
somebody claims to know "Gana songs" hah ah aha ..btw awesome pic..this is ur version of trip.
I bet she wud have an altogether different say on this
For the unfortunate few who I understand read this blog more out of sympathy and obligation than anything else:
Bones (although this thing has accumulated enough bones for a complete skeleton, bones is still an overstatement) and Donk were surprised that their ingenious idea of surprising Ding Dong conked because Ding Dong was as intelligent as ever and was not surprised at all. All she said was “What the hell” - she knew that a man who drives like hell is bound to get there. This guy could vaguely tell that if the cars are coming his way, he was on a one-way street. Nevertheless, he is also someone who thought driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow. So it was little wonder that Donk realized she was actually alive and maybe said “That’s surprise!”
Radha: Probably they might add a few better things about me.
Vidhya: Thanks for your sympathy and for feeling obliged. When Bones drove the cars against the traffic he knew he was on a one-way. The sole purpose of that was to instill some thrill in his lifeless co-passengers..and I am glad that they realized their hearts could beat fast.
very entertaining narrative! do write more..
I'm sure Donk has a completely contrary version of the very same story.
Donk - regardless of the misleading nature of the alias - seems to have always been the smarter, sharper of the lot and seems to have been subjected to 11 hours of "meaningless malayalam gana torture"
While the distress of such an event is bound to have stung any person , the ever spirited Donk maintained stance and even tried in vain to dissuade Bones from attempting stupid plans. Bones - in actuality being the dense one also under the hazy influence of the phonics of the terrible gana collection - did not listen to the words of wisdom emanating from Donk. While Donk yelled "No Bones! - Thats not the door!!" Bones went ahead and delighted himself in knocking in strange persons' doors in the middle of a cold Indiana night.
Ding Dong on opening the door seemed surprised but Donk did not say any such a thing as "Thats suprise"
The highlight of this trip however was an event that has been completely concealed by Bones in order to protect his image from tarnish. Bones , Donk and DingDong went on a go-karting trip. While Donk harbored the silent and humble confidence of the exceptional person that she was - Bones and DingDong swaggered and speeded and vaunted their non-existent talents on the track. Quite soon - just as Donk had forseen, Ding Dong's car was sitting on top of Bones's car....
With a triumphant jeer, Donk looked back at the fools and then emerged victorious.
Outside, accolades awaited Donk and she was decorated with medals, a certificate of superior speed and a honorary photograph that the owners of the track begged to hang on their hall of fame. Bones promised never to make Donk listen to gana agony again and promised to listen to Punjabi hits all the way back. Donk granted them their boons, took the defeated DingDong and Bones in both arms and led them out into the shining light of the sunset.
@ Mr. Anonymous : I will. Till you beg me to stop.jk.
@ Vidya 'The' Donk : I restrained from writing these events to save you some pride. I shall keep it that way for the moment. Please take good care of the medals and the certificate of superior speed. They are after all your dream.
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