Karnataka is a
gifted land on this country with lot of beautiful places to stumble upon. Yes,
indeed I and Srini had enjoyed our bike ride to Madikere. It was an impromptu
trip and we just started off from Mysore around 8 AM. We took one of our
friend’s Honda Unicorn bike as our bikes are high power and high intensity ones
to carry us through a small uphill. We filled the stomach of the Unicorn partly
with its energy drink as we were heading towards Tibetan Monastery. Actually
the day before, Srini had informed me that we will be going to Tibetan Monastery
and the Cauvery Island nearby and return Home in the afternoon.
On the way I saw
one of the most fascinating quotes being etched up on the wall.
QUOTE:
“IF
IT’S WORTH A DREAM
IT’S WORTH NOT A COMPROMISE”
Dreams
are wonderful facet of our ever sleepless brain. It shows us the path to
greater imagination and sometimes fanciful world. I had always dreamt of
delivering one of the best speeches to a small communal. Every one has to make
small baby steps in acquiring the necessary skills to fructify the dream and
there’s no more pleasure in this living planet than enjoying that moment of
success. Oh…cut the crap. Enjoy the ride and stop your irking thoughts. The gentle
jolt of the Unicorn climbing a hump resuscitated me back to the ride.
There was beautiful
landscape on either side of the road. To the limit of my eye sight I could see
the Mother Nature’s work. Bike was vrooming at about 100 KMPH with racing
against the raging wind. We changed our hands of the driving bar to keep us
enjoying the pillion ride. We reached
the Tibetan Monastery around 10 AM with having some dosa’s to give us the vigor
to roam around places. The Monastery was well maintained and has got a good
architectural work. There was some prayer being conducted in those entire
worshipping place and we were not able to get close to the Buddha’s stature. Some
Aesthetic Paintings had been engraved on the walls which carries a lot of
artistic value. Thousands of monks sitting in rows kept on chanting and
striking the bell. The arrangement remembered the fight sequence in Jet Li’s
movies in the monastery. It’s always nice to learn the other cultures which our
country has been embracing for hundreds of years and don’t lose your faith in
your own. Due to devoid of time was not able to converse with people in the
monastery to know about the history and their culture to get the information
first hand. “Where the monks get the funds from and what are they doing for
their sustenance”, had always kindled our thoughts. As it was on May Day and
the three consecutive days of holiday had brought a bevy of people to the
place. Lots of people and lots of girls. To my dismay, the raging wind had unscrewed
one of the temples from spectacle’s frame. I had to be partially blind with no
spectacles and was unlucky to go gazing around these girls. I was wondering about
the impact these girls can bring to the economy of a country (I had been
working on this topic titled “Why I Feel Women Have Mainstay in Economics”). The
people flocking to the tourist spot the couples, college girls, dating daddies,
families, friend’s guild and the useless single souls like us had greatly been
emphasizing this fact. The fancy stores had all been stuffed with girly items
and we bought the well crafted hand held folding fan of Chinese type. I also
bought a fancy thumb ring with shape of scorpion incised on the ring that
matches my zodiac.
Then we started
towards the Cauvery Island. The suspension rope pathway to cross the small
stretch of water was really nice with boating being carried out under the bridge.
We walked down to the trough where the Stream of Cauvery River flows. There was
not heavy watercourse and a perfect place to bask under the sun with the
frigidity of water. We crossed the stream to have ourselves sat on the high
rock. Unfortunately we had to meet the surprise guests. The two ugly beasts
have come with their friends and having fun with splashing water against each
other.
I and Srini then
sat on a high rise of stone with our legs submerged in water. The feeling was
quite soothing and I started my philosophical talk. I was telling him the
pleasure of perching alone on this secluded place and listening to the stream
with no real purpose. Just forget about everything and listen to what nature is
offering us. I would like to take a break once in a while from the hectic life
to rejuvenate myself from impoverished ideas and get a new lease of life. Sounds
wonderful but Srini were of the view that coming here with friends is totally
refreshing. As we were relishing the moment we had a more delirious task at
hand. There was a bunch of college girls who had just plumped in. Oh my God, I
got my spectacles repaired on the way and this time I am not missing my chance.
God’s beautiful creatures and Man’s greatest distraction had swayed our minds
towards two beautiful Kannadigas. God, marry me to a Kannadiga. Not to these
girls whom we are watching but just a wish to marry a Kannadiga in my life. Srini
had greatly understood my taste for these charming ladies. We then strolled
around the forest to dry our feet and put on our shoes. Definitely a nice place
for the couple’s to talk about the future of this country (marriage plans,
children etc…), the economy and Obama’s difficult times ahead in reclusive.
It was almost 1 PM
and I am famished already. We have never planned for Madikere and Srini said it’s
just a 45 minutes drive from here. The small numbers always attract us in terms
of time and I was allured to his stance. I have no qualms about visiting the
place. Taking bland lunch at one of the hotels we set our sight towards Abby
Falls. Beautiful panoramic view of the hills and other graceful sceneries on
the way had enthralled us. We took a KM of walk to reach the foot of the Abby
Falls. With tepid flow of water this season it had a very dull look. We had a
few snaps taken and started our dirty work. There was this moderately good
looking lady who had caught the attention of our scanning eyes. As were taking
shots, she was just a metre away from us. We took a chance to get her caught in
the picture and Srini did it. I am a nice guy. So please don’t raise your
eyebrows at me. Srini has lot of guts and we need to appreciate his attempt
with nice bums and beating back at office. I did not like that girl for the
fact anyway.
We then retreated
back to Mysore at around 4 PM. We need
to reach before the dusk and it gets dark. By the time my repaired glass had
failed me to the hilt. So I was on pillion all the way back home. It was always
fine to be back on the pillion if you have a trusted guy like Srini riding the
vehicle. While going back we took a route that goes through Dhubare forest to
Kushal Nagar. The roads are really good and the path we traversed through that
forest with chill weather was splendid. The droplets of rain had drenched us
with wet. Riding the bike in this drizzling rain is a kind of rejoice. With
chillness making us numb and the great hope of riding home had given us the
pleasure of enjoying the ride. I had a strange feeling that I should hug
someone to get the warmth-ness. Oh…No…No…Don’t give leeway for perverse
thoughts. We are good friends and not Dostana-type. With the heavy heart of not
having a girl to hug had kept my mind obsessed. I was telling Srini there are
two walks of life. One, the hectic unpleasant city life and the other, the life
in the serene beautiful nature of these places. I am living both the spheres of
life with my retired age in here.
We then had our
Snacks at Kushal Nagar. The long ride in the bike for the first time had got
our bums burnt and we were languishing in pain. But the joy these bike rides
are going to offer is quite unique in its own way and we need to enjoy these rare
luxuries that we get at this age. While driving back home on Unicorn, I had
turned little crazy. With the battle against the wind to make my voice heard by
Srini I felt why I don’t talk to myself, the nature and the God. I was just
mocking someone, shooting the vehicles on our way, talking to sky, shouting,
stupid facial expressions, standing on the foot rest of the moving vehicle, hiding
Srini from looking at the way and the thought about the trip had engulfed my
mind. We then finally reached our home by 7 PM.
The first long bike
ride has been very memorable with splendid moments. It’s quite refreshing to be
on the wheel traveling places with lots of fun and profound conversation with
nature. We need to have natural propensity to enjoy the God’s art work in
visiting those places. With camera in hand capturing every moment in picture
and planning the trip, offers an avid joy. The next time we step out it will be
a long journey with stay at some places. Srini has been planning for
Chikmagalur and I hope I will be able to join this trip before I leave Mysore.
Enjoy Your Life.
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