the waits been long, 7 lengths give or take a few. The ride here had been eventful and now but just a memory a fleeting thought but woven with experiences that would make up for good night's sleep for the little ones. The stay has been lively memories that can be chatted over a fire with a good drink and close friends. The party's been long and wild and it seems like just yesterday i arrived as i go back to my bike for another stretch, another destination, another adventure. THIS IS TO ALL THOSE THAT MADE MY STAY HERE COUNT.
Now they say brothers are born out of blood bonds, they surely hadn't met a young group of boys that bore their brotherhood not only of blood but also booze. Now one was a buddy who nearly cost us our lives on a seemingly harmless stretch of road. Who once again nearly cost his ego with a doctor whom he never should have lied to, but anyway the stench proved the debauchery of a lost finger nail and ruined bike. And then there was the one that traveled as well into a dreamland that concocted reality where we would meet, only to know that we both needed each other's help just to fill up a form that we totally didn't believe in. Come on how can they ask for our favourite director when we didn't know the director who directed the films we liked!! yes, we were stepping into the same world together, over a kilo of tandoori chicken, parathas and a sleepless night with antacids. And then there was the other rider who came down from a different parallel hemisphere that can only be defined as "TOH...(small pause)...CHALEIN SARDAR." And the biggest of us all...the one with a heart that could encompass all our tears cannot be defined... we lovingly called him SID(from Ice Age). Now i wouldn't go to explain was it the way he walked or moved about, or was it the way he looked and spoke... ummmmm.....naaaaaahhhhhh lets not get into that.
Yes we built our home with late night business transactions over mayfair and park street, over films that SID invariably missed the 1st 5 minutes over chaat. Going to sleep over a silent Tele that played for the Sardar that invariably would wake SID to stand in attention. over matrix special effects of the same stench that doctors would shake their heads and say "musn't be lyin t' yer doctor and lawyer now." Over stomach upsets and sneezing bouts with the one and only Sudarshan churna. Even though Sudarshan would himself refuse us his elixir. Yes we were a band that believed that it could all be done. My time in Bombay couldn't have been without this lot of ruffians.
Just yesterday i also met a man of so much stature it scared me to hell but was so grounded as an individual that always one would wonder what makes the person. We met over a coffee from a vending machine and spoke about dreams, philosophy and a parallel world that might have existed. With his peppered mop of hair to his boyish smile and charm one would really think whats more confused, him or u figuring him. i think it was the latter. A person it might take years to figure out.
Yesterday wasn't very far away and today is just another day and yet we look to yesterday for answers for tomorrow. Which none of us are sure about. Have I really left all this yesterday knowing very well that it will all be there today and tomorrow. Do days really control us and how we are going to go about life. Time is but just another dimension i believe which is progressive and though we would wonder if we could move back time! Yet i believe the answer does not lie in the physicality of moving time but in the memories that make it real. My friends made yesterday for me real and not time.
