>So it just happens that right in the middle of my end sem examinations i had to go to Bangalore to get some papers signed for my final year project. being the so 'very well organized guys' all the three of us kumaran, aprajith , and yours truly managed to get the return ticket alone.our sophisticated engineering knowledge refused to acknowledge the fact that in order to get back from there, we needed to first get there, and in order to get there, we needed to find appropriate means of transportation. A look at the prices at ixigo.com and confirmation with dad told me that in order to get into a flight i might sell myself to a dubai sheik and even then the probability of him taking me to bangalore would be very less. i should have guessed that things are changing, definetly what with air deccan giving away kinfishers (mineral water only!!) and go air hiring lakme india fashion week divas. the new deccan is also always on time i believe, vijay malya surely knows how to keep his crew busy ;). ok i am digressing here, th e fact is an airline was not worth it as i was sure with that money i could have bought a final year project, leave alone travel to bangalore to get documents signed. Train was also not possible as WL crossed hundred. I wonder why people even go for a wait listed ticket. So we decided to take a state express bus. Unlike the dingy bus we expected the new bus was good looking sported a new TV and a dvd player (which again was not working) and the seats were actually intact. But for the "om#$lye nayee, busa eduda " (tamil swear word followed by a request meaning , dog please start the bus), the usual cheer of an enthusiastic chennaiite, there was no indication that we were travelling in a state veraivu perundu(express bus) which takes 9 hours to reach bangalore.
so the bus finally started and we got rolling. i was pleased with the seat i got, reasonably decent, and clean, and so i reclined to drop into a slumber, the seat inclined and i could clearly seen the hear shaped pan mark right on top of me. Ha things dont change over night, i wondered, wondered how the pan (i guess it was a 420 beeda) defied gravity and went and stuck there on top of the head. i admired, admired at the work of the person who did that, he must have been an artist, maybe he was in love, it was a perfect heart. probably love showered out of his mouth rather than showering out of his heart. I wondered and fell asleep, only to be woken up by a cop checking all the people. May be the cop did not know that veerapan got shot dead two years ago, may be he was looking for someone smuggling a johnny walker,(he caught a guy, only this fellow was smuggling johnny walker in his tummy) or may be the cop was a sadist who wanted everyone to be awake, because he was. Anyways it all happened and our man woke me up and there went my sleep. so i plugged in and started listening to this amazing music that some dumbass stored in my mp3 it goes kokara kozhi koovara vela ('crocking cock crocking time[means morning] sung by modest eunuch), it could'nt have come in a better time Dead of the night, in a lonely deserted road. Oh GOD!!

part 2 will soon come..