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" A DATE WITH CLEOPATRA"
"A DATE WITH CLEOPATRA"
Mercedes, BMW, Ferrari ……. they are lined up waiting for me to choose them. I
can see them winking at me with their glistening shine, I can hear them plead
with their roaring engines. All that power, all that muscle is just
waiting there to hit the tracks.
choose that red Porsche GT3 and all other cars looked upon in jealously.
ya then, ‘She hoped in her shorter shots and perfect tee.’
morning sun and snapping wind that blew her silky hair sang some vivid rhythms.
baby “, “Are you ready? “
…..what’s that voice? That's not her voice!!
slap …………….slap…slap…………… wake up mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
is time to ride.”
no babe here ! “ It is my ‘native Indian’, ‘Englishman’; born and
brought up in ‘Neyveli’.
there is no skinny, tanned, long legged, short skirted girl that hopped in. ……
it is this skinny, tanned, jockey worn !!!....well my dear friend, who hopped
‘SIR SUBRAMANIYAN’ alias subbu.
broke up before my eyes……………..there is no Porsche, no MERC………it is????
“ Man does this car even have a
Dude!!! …. “ This is Cleopatra
“CLEOPATRA!!!! “ “God”,
“Subbu, this won’t even fit for Cleopatra’s servant’s servant.”
Well when you ride; when you
ride with your friends …………….Does the ride or even destiny matters?
It’s a care free ride…..the plan is ……oh by the way what’s our
our break ……. The long willing, awaited one. It is our first of a ride after
nearly two years. It is a break for me from those X-rays, patients, CTs and
MRI. It is a break for him from the hectic night shifts, Ventilators and
emergencies. We are out on a date here with Cleopatra ….its me,
subbu and her. The date will end when the date gets bored of us.
there are some freebies to add on the way……………….well my friends to pick on my
I will find some one to push start it !!!!!”
It s mid-day now4hours
since we started our journey. Started from Trichy we are about to reach
Chidambaram. Cleopatra has done 150kms and is doing good.
“ Dude we will
stop in puthurfor food dude.”
“ Machi, naveen da ( what about
“ We will get parcel dude”
We did stop there to
relish those hot fried fishes and roasted prawns. Ha those hard and jelly
sponge curd ….hm who will miss that?
Lunch done and bellied……..now it’s time to go.
Naveen was as usual busy running up the department. But he was already
waiting for us.
HERE WE COME TO PONDY..
Welcome to Pondy…………….” The
Romantic French Colony” ………Lets just get to party…………………………..hmmmmmm
Pondicherry –Pondy, will welcome you with those cheap
liquors store and local arrack shops. Liquor will let you know are in Pondy.
But Pondy is not about liquor. Pondy is about serenity. It is about breaking
the cultural barriers. It’s a colonial mix. It has history, it has versatility
and it has beauty. Just take a walk in those French colonized streets, explore
the French architect, roam mindlessly in the Nehru street, bargain with the
street shops, get into the French collection and give yourself a new look. Walk
in through some coffee shop or dine it at some boutique hotelsdown the street. Pondy has so much to say. Have
a day at auroville, take a evening at auro beach. And don’t ever miss the morning sun,
the morning walk and your coffee at le café. Don’t ever miss the mid-night
beach the lonely moon and your ice cream at Ajantha.
some rum and vodka from the duty free shop we went to Giselle’s. Giselle has
Germanic origin but originally a French, interesting right? Her family has
settled in Pondy long time ago. She is a fashion designer and runs her a little
We are to stay tonight at Giselle’s.
Right when we parked Giselle jumped
right front of Cleopatra shouting
arrêtez pas Continuez à déplacer” ….Guys keep moving……..
“Where are we going Giselle?”
“Are we not going
“Going in!! ………..’papa’
will kill me. He is already furious about me”
“I just sold his 1969 volk’s bug…actually
auctioned it off….”
“Auctioned and gave the
money to those kids education right?”
“They are my
Giselle is unique ……..she is like a
care free rebel blessed with that kindest heart.
“But Giselle we have here a
car……….well …………..something that can be auctioned ….do you think it is useful?”
“Dai nav..naveen shut up man.”
“But subbu where is the ride you
“Giselle you too”………”Guys this is Cleopatra
And Cleopatra stopped for second time……………
we fueled ourselves well but we forget to fuel the big girl here. After a
little fight, a little search and a little push we were back on track.
Naveen and subbu went on to deep
sleep. I dozed off too. And Giselle was taking us now to Chennai.
Half past midnight we are in Chennai.
With the breeze hitting hard I woke up
from a little nap.
“Mr, do you have a smoke?”
“Smoking is bad”
“Then why you do it?”
“Giselle, See I smoke only when I travel”
“Ha …..ha ha …….how come doing something bad only when you travel
makes it right?”
“Or is it like your male thing that doesn’t allow female to
“Male thing ……I never have it.”
“Dai, shut up now. Giselle, here is
And that midnight moon were masked in
the cigar smoke, the smoke that clogged the sky and our lungs together. We had
4 hours until dawn and so decided to take our nap in the car.
Woke up by a night duty police man on
his way home, freshened up by our “ Vara Tea” (black tea) we moved in the city.
Early morning and the Chennai city is
already busy. Women were busy with their morning works cleaning their streets
and putting koelam. There are people rushing in for work, school already. Chennai
is a colorful mixture of various lifestyles. There are people that move in
merc. There are crowds that travel by local train. Metro, yeah it is coming
soon……..but the traffic that metro works give is already there. Tamilnatu‘idly, vada, sambar’ filled our morning belly.
We checked in phoenix mall and waited
for Mr. Selva. Selva is my school friend. He is a guy of his own nature. When
we had our friends together we never had shortage of laughter. Infosys, IT
mid-night schedule and there he is there all crazy and tired.
The younger generation for today’s era works really hard. But for
what?.......is it constructive….well I never know”
Giselle came back taking bath and freshening up in the mall restroom.
Guys, what? We are in a road trip right?
“There is no plan for boarding right?”
Well there isn’t any plan now :)
And so we passed our time in the hot
sun and in the sea breeze of marina. While we are catching some colorful birds
in the lagoon inside theosophical society. Karthik finally called.
“Thambi sorry pa, konjam late adichu.”
We decided to call it a day and so we
descended into karthik’s apartment sneaking like hard trained robbers.
Friends and friends and more friends
that is all that is needed in life………………………..
Hey did I tell you Cleopatra is a BBW
so she can accommodate ten people with ease.
And so did the morning arose and so
did our journey continue…….into a never known destiny…without the thought of tomorrow
…… without the worries of today it went on into that heart of this country.
Deviating from NH45 we Relinquished the
old chola history and heritage at srikalahsti, we hoped for our
salvation like sri (spider) kala (cobra) hasti (elephant). From history to
astonishing present, the present that precedes future, yeah we landed with
special permission at sriharikota.
Finally we reached and boarded for
night at Nellore.
Nellore –“nell oor”, the paddy town
has its own history. Under ashoka, under cholas, under telgu chodas ( cholas)
the history of this town is unique. The forts, the dargahs are all not be
It’s time for us to meet an
interesting family next morning. Family of sweeya khilji, Sweeya’s mom and dad
had a unique hindu-muslim love story to tell us.
“Hey rajawhat were you
doing all these days?
For so many days you did’nt call me?
You didn’t feel like calling me eh?”
“Its not like that sweeya….”
“ I was little busy.”
"Can you two please stop now” ………”yeah
guys, please stop now.”
"Ok guys where are we going now???"
“What about Godavari?”
“You mean Godavari river ride khilji?.”
Kavali, Ongole and finally Vijayawada. Vijayawada is one of the big cities in
Andhrapradesh. Taking the breeze in
Krishna for sometime, we travelled to Rajahmundry.
From cauveri to
Krishna to Godavari…this is my country. It is a land of history, the land of
saga, every 100 mile here will have a different folklore, a different story to
Pleading, bargaining we arranged our
love “Cleopatra” to be delivered in Yellandu through a lorry.
It’s time for Godavari, the time and
water was perfect for the sail and our little cruise started its journey.
Behold that beauty, the beauty that
took breath out of us. As the sun arose charming the waters with its golden
spree it send a shiver. There were shrill and husk in everybody.
There is no one but nature’s presence
there. As the boat cruised through the opposing tide for the next 12 hours, the
river and wind sang to the mystic sky’s tunes.
Rajamundhry –pattiseema-gonduru-paapi hills-
perantapalli- sri ramagiri.
And its’s evening already. It’s a journey one ought not to miss.
It is a journey where nature
holds your hand and guides you. She, ‘mother nature’ will communicate with you
showing her breath taking beauty.
From sri ramagiri to bhadrachalam
to yellanadu we walked, ran,
took auto, bus.
We were waiting for Cleopatra inyellandu.
“Dude where is
she hasn’t arrived yet?”
that lorry driver…He is sick man.”
“Cleopatra is gone………guys”
“Cleopatra is gone nowhere subbu”. “See
There she came with few more scars and dents to add on to her
300 odd kilometers to Hyderabad so we had to say somewhere for night. Wondering
what to dowe were offered a stay by rambabu
our lorry man.
Yellandu was famous for one thing coal. Most of the
people here work with the coal mines.
Rambabu had simple but a large family…. His mom, wife
and his three children.
surprise presence added some ripples in the family he but it soon settled and
the family was ready to welcome it’s guests. Andhra’s own gongura pachadi,
roti, steamed rice and the roasted palakayalu made our bellies swell.
The terrace of the home and open sky welcomed our sleep for the night.
Rambabu’s two younger kids are not going to school pa.”
know na. They are saying since all are girl kids, they have stopped the elder
two from going to school. It is sad na”
What can be done to it Giselle?”
we have got up from bed Giselle have taken those kids to nearby taulk office to
get their birth and community certificates.
it is a good start………………….
confronted Rambabu and his wife and lectured him to educate the kids.
we departed from rambabu and those little kids; yeah we were promised about the
Hyderabad is a city
that has grown big and fast in recent times. The IT bloom that came along took
Hyderabad to some distance. Hyderabad, the lion’s abode welcomed us. It’s been
days since we were travelling and it’s been a momentous journey. The charminar, the qutb sahi’s tombs, the chowmahalla palace,
the golkonda fort all spoke heritages while the modern Hyderabad and much more
Hey,Hyderabad briyani and haleem is not to be missed for any thing…………………………..
night we stopped in Hyderabad…………and you know our date has done 1500 odd
kilometers……………..hmmmmmmmmmm………she is still dating us
to Gulbarga, gulbaraga to solapur
and pune.In pune we picked up minoli, my old good
friend who has descended from Mumbai to join us. Minoli is one of the very old
friends who introduced me into a different world, from then on I had a little
purpose added on to my life.
guys how’s the trip so far?”
trip is awesome minoli…………Cleopatra is awesome……….”
the voices echoed ‘subbu’…
“Cleopatra has really been
awesome…..she is awesome”
short stay for night in pune and with Cleopatra now fully packed moved on to
Pune –kolhapur – panjim……………..our road trip is supposed to end here
when we meetAnton and Natalia.
Anton and Natalia are a lovely couple,
they are insane, idiotic and blessed. Anton is a Spaniard. He was running a
firm on his own until he decided to sell it off and settle of with his love
Natalia in India. Natalia is a kokan anglo-indian. She runs her little school, teaching
the konkan kids.
in ‘Panjim’ we were supposed to meet. Panjim needs no say right?..Shop, dine, relax, party, admire, adventure
everything is here.
where are this Natalia and Anton. Its evening already and by now we are
supposed to be in their big villa relaxing and getting ready for our week long party.
is not replying, no one knows their residence. Their only connection is Anton phone
which is ringing on and on with no answer from the other end.
then someone’s smart phone beeped…….update on facebook from natalia
trekking in Western Ghats…and there is this photo where Anton and Natalia were
hanging down a rope.
has totally forgot about us and our visit. Natalia has no clue that we are
then we travelled to ‘valpoi’ and started our ascend to ‘mollem
Hmm the ‘Western Ghats’ is unique. It is flooded with tourists especially
foreign tourists. But the saddest part is there is too much industrial with mining
ores and stuff. From mollem we reached dudhsagar falls – the sea of milk falls.
It’s really a sea of milk falls ……..like a milk the water showered down and our
eyes just got transfixed there.
finally Anton and Natalia met us. Anton guided the fully dumped Cleopatra through the difficult tracks to ‘Devil’s canyon ‘.
And so did our
camped there in the deep woods with the canyon’s silence telling various tales
of lost souls.
in the deepest woods, we sat there laughing, giggling and dancing.
hoped this day will stay like this forever……………..
was there glistening and shinning in the moon lights. She looked more beautiful
couldn’t resist anymore; I went and hugged and kissed her……..Cleopatra I love
Crak …..plak ,……….tup……and there broke that wheel rim and the wheel rolled down the deep valley leaving cleopatra crippled. Dup……dum……….and
there something blew inside.
“How are we to go back now?” ………..the
voices echoed back.
lay our date…………fed up with us now……………or has she?
we got back, the journey back is another story to tell.
Well it’s true; the journey, the destiny, the ride ……………it never
matters as long as you travel with your friends. Go hop on with your friends
and ride somewhere now………………………
Sun, wearing its orange mask twists out.And the warriors after 2 long days are battling,Out already to stay alive.Our Chola-Kongu-Pallava army is battered and shattered;Our warriors are tired and weak;They are just avoiding death each time the Pandyan army strikes.They know that death is inevitable though butStill they hold their swords in their bleeding arms and continue to fight.
The Decision: In the battle encampment our warrior kings meet. Aparjithan, Aditan and Prithivipathi are deciding their fate.For the sake of their men,For the sake of holding their kingdoms still more long.For their sake of surviving They have planned to retreat.
Old Crippled Tiger Enters In Carried on a caravan Vijaya-cholan the Old tiger enters in.“Tigers don’t retreat, it is here we stand and fight.We shall march back victoriousOr we shall go back as fallen warriors.”For the love of freedomFor the pride of our nation,For the glory we ought to attain.For the Pennon o…