Time for
holy HOLI, time to go home .I opted to ride motor bike, technically 99 cc
definitely an infant in hade of motorbikes. Travel had travail path of 360 KMs
, Bhopal to Nagpur. Vehicle got rehabilitation and lots of fuel garnished with
engine oil. I went for a Nap of 3 hours and woke up at quarter to four in the
morning. It took one fourth of an hour to get ready and finally at 4:00am
engine roared.
Industrial phase
Hour of god
started, bike trot pointing Nagpur. First phase of journey was of 70 KMs to
Hoshangabad on NH 12. I went on slowly and steadily for 20 KMs behind a
Mercedes till the end of Bhopal. Then raced like a professional bike rider ,
interestingly I found army of trucks on either side of the road .Mandideep ,
the industrial sector welcome me and also said thanks for the visit. I actually
came to know after finding chimneys and trucks moving loaded with goods why our
country stands in BRICS. Road was as busy as electrons in an electric wire. Drove
to Narmada river, found bit of peace and saw a beautiful morning there with a
cup of tea and some water for engine.
Tourism phase
Fatigue was
lessened after watching sun and it clocked quarter past six in the morning,
vehicle ran for the second phase of 110 KMs to Betul. Sixteen KMs of road was
like hell, vehicle almost hip-hopped and it left me hopeless for rest of my
journey. I correlated it with govt. official work which makes mango man hip-hop
as I did. Breathe was fine when I joined NH 69. Road was like butter afterwards
where monkeys stood, like soldiers welcoming their kings on either side of the
road. I was off to Betul on a flying speed of 70 KMpH with lots of entertaining
curves and straights. The beauty of forest explained about the BEAUTY of our
country cold morning succumbed to stop, click the pictures of forests, valleys
and wild humans. I retired finally in a restaurant for brunch at Betul when
clock turned 9’O clock.
Education phase
Engine started
again when it rang 10’O’clock. The hot day of summer showed its trueness when I
was on the way to Pandhurna 90 KMs away. Trammels were all over the path
because of rebirth of national highway into four lane version. As it was into
the stages of maturity it was easier to fly my vehicle on the wide lane
whenever I can at maximum speed. After covering half of my awesome-gruesome
travel I decided to land my vehicle to sip some H20 in a village’s bus stop.
Sipping water I adjusted myself inside the shadow already occupied by more than
10 adolescents, discussing their careers in engineering, medical ,public
services and little were there who were busy in stalking .Thought about the
growth of education in our country. Again I was en route pandhurna and covered
the distance before half past twelve at noon.
Agriculture phase
Certainly
last 90 KMs I drove like desultor. I was restless like kalpana chawla on final
phase of journey ,thus I slowed down keeping the thing in mind. Slowly driving
I stared to my left and right and found loads of oranges that signaled of the
next station Nagpur to my train-bike. Meanwhile it taught me agriculture we
have in our country. enjoying the fields and staring at peasants , gradually
increased my speed and it was the time for the hoisting of chequred flag ,
grabbed the breloque of home.
It’s been
said – journey is all that matters, not always the destination. My
scripturient told me how INDIA is big
but still its essence and taste is uniform allover like a perfect icecream.
Incredible
INDIA….
