When It Rains.
"When it rains, his grins widen, while his heart's ache swiftly lighten.
When it rains, he finds an escape.. as his memories tend to reshape.
When it rains, felt is the painful aptness, for he sees true beauty in the sadness."
Boy! Did you see that! I think I am more skilled than Master K.. Look at that little poem. "And when it rai..." Uh, what?! Why are you confused?
No, mister reader, this is not your obedient narrator writing here. Instead, it is someone who knows him very dearly for almost 2 years now. Well, to be precise it's been 1 year, 10 months, 24 Days and 3 hours.. But who's counting, eh? Who am I, you ask?!
Ahem, ahem.. Well, uh, I am my master's, your loving narrator's, KTM RC 390 writing. :)
I know, I know. What can I say. Master K is a very lazy bum and he can be very forgetful of his promises. As much as I love to take Master K on those really long rides, I also enjoy his writing.. More so, if it's about me. But, for quite some time now, he has not been to 'this-side-of-his-world', forgetting his promise to keep this blog alive. Heck! He had even promised me that he would write two (yes, not one but two!) blog-posts about me - One of them being a dedicated post or thread on his ownership experience, thus far. You know, I had been reminding him of this task for quite some time now. But, nothing materialized. Instead, the 'Ownership thread' soon turned into a 'Long-term Ownership thread', at first (I blame that White Ghost, their Honda City, for his change of mind. Grrrr...!!!). Later, the 'Long-term Ownership thread' slowly turned into a distant dream.
He has got many blog posts sitting there incomplete. And even after repeated reminders, I barely got him to hold a pen leave alone a key board. Every time he holds the keyboard, he gets lost in his world of constant phone calls, texts, TV series and movies, when he is not distracted by his work, friends or family, i.e.,. And that is the reason why I have taken it up to myself to write a new blog post... and in the process show Master K that we don't need him to keep this blog alive.
Aha, mister reader! Gotcha! Don't think for a second there that I did not notice the way you frowned when I called Master K, "Master" K. Ah, nah! I don't do that out of some kind of obligation. No, no, no. I know, he bought me. But that does not mean he treats me like he owns me. I don't call him Master because he has control or authority over me. I call him Master for a different reason. And that is exactly the reason what brought me here. My Master is like a little kid (lately, he has become this spoilt brat because of too much pampering.. Uff! but that's a topic for another post). Ever curious, never practical. And I love him for that trait of his. And do you know when he is at his naughtiest best? When it rains. Because when it rains... the child within him wakes up. And this child rode me into those mystical Western Ghats a little while ago, aimlessly... and I am here to talk all about that ride of ours. But before proceeding, I would like to start off with something that describes that ride of ours aptly.
"A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving." - Lao Tzu
Master K lived one of his dreams that day. Well, to an extent, at least, as this ride definitely showed him a glimpse of what he has always been longing for.. an unprepared, aimless road trip into the horizon, on a wild & crazy day (The rain that day ensured the 'wild and crazy' part was checked). There was no schedule, no destination, no route maps, no weather forecast checks... no plan, whatsoever. He had nothing. He...He just had me, uh, and this new rain wear that he bought a little earlier, a backpack which essentially had nothing in it (except for his gloves and my documents)... and oh, he had his tiny, little, illogical brain too. And with that clueless brain and a charming smile on his face (Have got to use such nice words for him, only then would he allow me to write another post here. So, please pardon me the look when you read that word), we left. On a very breezy, rainy day, we had left into the unknown lands of the Western Ghats!
Now, one of the many important things that I have learnt from his life is that Human memory is fallible, more so when it comes to Men. And being aware of his memory, Master K has always been very eager to share his travel experiences right after returning from his trips but then again, he's also always been too preoccupied to do that. Read that lazy.
To be continued...
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