The Decision: Technically the decision was made at 3:30 sat afternoon, but it does have history.
This weekend was meant for Gokarna bike trip but unfortunately rains, some discouraging words and work in Ladies man( Abhishek) office postponed the trip. Then LM(Ladies man) suggested on Saturday to go to Mysore which appeared like a stroll in comparison to Gokarna we were reluctant but the prospect of spending the Night outside is to delicious to be refused. So me, Jain Saab(Ashish), Hainge(Anuj, who was named thus during the trip itself) started the journey at 5:00 PM.

The Resources: Two bikes Super Splendor and Yamha Rxz. And a saddle bag, which was really helpful. Got to really thank fighter(Ashish Chokani) for it, he was the real biker and we picked it up from him. Driving with a saddle bag on the back seat of super splendor was a real grand experience and it gave a real macho feeling.

The Ride: if you excuse the ride through Bangalore then only one word can describe ride delightful. The road was like a dusky beauty in the class of Kajol, Nandita das, and Konkona Sen.and for old timers Smita Patil. You have to really appreciate these beauties to figure out what I am saying. Like them it was effortless smooth and most importantly curvy. the real beauty never reveals everything the moment you feel you have hang of them they surprise you with a curve, and when you feel everything is straight it shows you the importance of being up and down. The greenery around(it is a monsoon time) reminded me a lot about kajol in DDLJ wearing green outfit of a bride, and sitting majestically amongst all dance and drama. And add to that the white lines on the road which were like expressive eyes of these virgin beauties telling you where to touch them next.

The Place: Mysore is different paced city than Bangalore, but none of us being city guys explored the city. Except the fact that there are good Bars and hotels near palace and not near Bus station.

Places Visited: Chamundi Hills, Chamundi Hills and Chamundi Hills. Away from city and in the greens with a birds eye view of green city was really soaking. Soaking is feeling I had throughout the trip. It wasn’t about watching, it wasn’t about enjoying it was about soaking everything that was there. It felt like, it was extension of me, instead of some stranger. And the return journey actually underlined it that it wasn’t about reaching there, but it was being with ‘it’. ‘it’ being journey, people , race course view from top, or just standing on moonlit dark and deserted highway.

To Remember: Ladies man laughter in the night, the huge bull (Nandi) on Chamundi hills, the butter milk, rest everything was soaked in. I can’t recount it but just feel inside it, it is something that you will never feel in bus, car or train. On a bike you are part of every frame and whatever is happening outside actually happens to you. This is a kind of experience which very few things can give you.

Damper: The highway is no doubt good but it is still unfinished and in some place you will feel that it should have been 3 lanes because if there is traffic you can’t call a particular lane as yours. But all in all a good trip.

Lessons Learnt: When I drove at 100km/hr I didn’t really enjoy, you should have that skill but soon I realized, driving can also be like love, which is not to conquer but to play around make merry and engage. And you engage the beauty not by speed but by rhythm and perfect frequency. On practical side wear tight body hugging clothes otherwise you will also have to battle with wind.