Spanish Grand Prix Live

It was three or four. I am not sure. Numbers were always been a pain and every day I try to run away from numbers. Numbers are those silly mosquitoes that disturb your sleep and spoil your dreams. Compromise is the new language of Peace. Yes, there were three long pan stained tooth emerged out from his mouth. Curly oiled hair was not combed but looked like fresh black noodles (What?). He was wearing a fake Ray Ban Aviator so nobody can see his eyes. For a moment I thought of some south Indian superstars jumping and flying in air fighting for justice. I have enjoyed many movies of them playing super human auto drivers and taxi drivers. But this one was a bus driver in the state owned KSRTC SuperFast. A Superstar in a SuperFast!

There were hardly fifteen people sitting in the bus. I took the side seat in the front raw.

Suddenly a heat of compression ignited the diesel in the combustion chamber. A cloud of black smoke appeared in the air. A narrow gap opened between the flywheel and layshaft. The rusty gear box created a roaring sound like a lion. The wheels of the SuperFast performed a complete revolution. Within a second all passengers half opened their mouth to acknowledge the tremendous gain in the speed. The driver gave an attitude pause. He got fully charged. He ignored the traffic signals, crowd and all mad traffic in the road. Suddenly I fell into a state of delirium. There is no crwod in the road. The road is clean and smooth.I can only hear some vrooming sounds of cars. It is Circuit de Catalonia and I am in Barcelona, Spain. It was Lewis Hamilton in Mc Laren ahead of us. When I looked back; wow it was Fernando Alonso, my favorite driver. Then I tried to spot Kimi Raikonnen and his Ferrari. He was nowhere in the scene. Where is Jenson Button?. There was sound and smoke everywhere.One hour thirty minutes of drama of speed with high tech sound and visual effects.Then our team radio announced we are in fourth position in the final lap. No more pit stop for wheel change and re fuelling. A tight race. I heard the roaring sound of the gearbox once again and then experienced the ultimate momentum of flying. Yes I could see Button who was fast moving in the first position. Oh my God it happened. We overtook Button and finally saw the chequered flag. The victorious moment burst in to a celebration. Standing in the winner’s podium higher than Button and Barrichello our superstar smiled in anxiety. He carefully opened the Champagne bottle and sprayed the Champagne all over us. Few drops of it wet my face.

When I woke up it was raining outside. I closed the window shutter of my seat. After a few minutes I reached my destination. Later in the night before I sleep I thought about speed, competition, fast life, SuperFast, life insurance, victory, failure, time and numbers. Do numbers really matter?

( KSRTC SuperFast buses are known as the fastest vehicles in Kerala Roads)

A Stairway to Heaven.

This is a story of a beautiful lady who got only a soul and no body. You may be thinking what nonsense I am talking about. Wait a minute. One day, more precisely the first day in the month of August, our lady invaded the soul of a young man who was sitting in darkness and thinking nothing. Suddenly he woke up to the thought of buying a stairway to heaven. He walked straight to the shop with pocket full of cash. When he got there he knows the shop is closed. There was a message on the wall. He saw the sky is falling down and the earth is going up. Heard drum beats in his chest and felt his spirit is crying for leaving. Our lady so kind whispered him on his ears that words have two meanings. He went to backdoor of the shop there he saw a crowd. He fought with crowd and bought his stairway. Our lady got a smile in her face. And the young man’s soul climbed the stairway to Heaven. He giggled, he hummed, he jumped, he rolled, he screamed and he vomited. He found his body is getting in to the shape of a snake. And the snake crawled in to the hole. The lady began to dance. Unlocked her long black lustrous hair and whirled that in the air. Somebody said its Mudiyattam. Somebody said its Sufi dance. But everybody gazed at her, enjoyed the way she danced. She started throwing off her dress one by one. The crowd forgot about themselves and lost in bliss. Followers followed her everywhere. Medical practitioners said she is an addiction and tried to invent medicine to kill her. But they failed. An old monk who had achieved his inner consciousness declared she is a deadly poison. Nobody listened him not even his followers. Missionaries have preached she is the reincarnation of Satan but she got more and more worshippers. Some religions banned her. There were many attempts to kill her. But she has triumphed with more energy and enthusiasm. She danced in the occasions of birth and death. She danced in marriages and also in divorces. She cheered them celebrating their victories and also supported them in failures. She became companion of their loneliness and a permanent attendee of all thier occasions. Our Lady frequented discotheques, pubs, nightclubs and bars. Followers followed her. Now she is known as the Queen of Happiness. And she is ruling the ever growing kingdom of Happiness.

Back in the darkness the Prince of Fate opened a green coloured bottle with the picture of Caesar on it started counting One, Two, Three, Four. The chorus hummed the same. One, Two, Three, Four. And it became a song that broke the silence of the night.

*(First day of every month bars and liquor shops are closed in Kerala by Govt. Order)