Will P.G.'s WoodHearse escape permanent burial within the reams of other webpages? Will the blogger within me finally resurrect and sort of stick to this irksome concept of self-documentation? I suspect the former but no use worrying...
I planned to go into estivation these hols but Greater Forces objected to my 24-hours-of-sleep agenda. While the lucky half of the animal kingdom ( lizards, bees and the kind) dozed off all summer, I was often made to wake up at SIX AM and face the cruel,blinding morning light. Turned bitter against the homo sapiens species and their belief in healthy habits, I decided to try my hand at suicide driving. So I joined a driving school nearby and for 15 days, Noida shook and cowered from 11:30 am to 12:00 pm as I zipped through its streets and alleys at breakneak speed. Cows hopped aside, dogs discovered wings and people scattered as I ( After Stupefying the instructor) tore past madly.
But gradually, maybe out of no other choice, i began to enjoy early mornings ( the cusp of melting moonlight and virginal sunlight and all that). No use ranting when it's true that there's no time like early morn and so, my attitude towards The Homo Sapiens Species softened.
So did my Road Rage.
Now I am recognized by Yogendera Driving School, Sector 12, Noida as a responsible driver. I await the state's approval.
I love U-turns. I trace oblong O's as I circumvent the same U-turns. Baffles the traffic inspector because he sees the same car going in-and-out of the turn for about half an hour.
Somehow driving brings to your mind the quaint tunes of 'Fun, Fun, Fun' by the Beach Boys.
The lyrics are truly inspiring:
" Well she got her daddy's car
And she cruised through the hamburger stand now
Seems she forgot all about the library
Like she told her old man now
And with the radio blasting
Goes cruising just as fast as she can now
And she'll have fun fun fun till her daddy takes the t-bird away(fun fun fun till her daddy takes the t-bird away) "
..which is all i can think of for now.
Here's me abruptly signing off.
P.S.
The Lamborghini Murceilago is a pretty car. With the stunning kinetic streaks running past its composite body and THE KILLER SPEED it promises...hmm..I'm giving it a thought.
killer speeds!!!!!! oh! gr8 but the cars at Yogendera Driving School, Sector 12 hardly go above 30 kmph......nw tht ws indeed a killer !!! nyws nice blog
ReplyDeletenyc..ol da bst grl..carry on wid dis...
ReplyDeleten RESPONSIBLE DRIVER...wtf ws dat suposd 2 b??
Keep giving it a thought... That car's going to take a while to come... :)
ReplyDelete@ abhishek:
ReplyDeleteur lucky i didnt come anywhere near UR sector :P
kyu? did u also join d Great Y D S?
@suku:
tx!
a responsible driver is one who abstains from the overwhelming desire to knock down anyone who comes in his way.
questions like 'Why?', 'It's the guy's fault'
are brushed down by the prudes who rule the world.
@ divye:
hehe! O yes, think i shall..til a 'better' car rolls out!
Breakneck speeding and breaking yesterday's vows maketh a blogger. Hope your driving bouts pass uneventfully and without millions booking those wood-hearse-whatevers.
ReplyDeleteDon't get up so early; u frighten the birds...
Those hummingbirds definitely do NOT find the Beach Boys 'quaint'!
P G & Co.WoodHearses- Makers Of Luxury Coffins (since 1889)- supply classic oak hearses to bury your dear ones in style.
ReplyDeleteCasualties are given a 3% discount on the coffins.
Welcome aboard. :)
ReplyDelete"Will the blogger within me finally resurrect and sort of stick to this irksome concept of self-documentation?" very literary and pithy and humourous!
ReplyDelete"Turned bitter against the homo sapiens species and their belief in healthy habits, I decided to try my hand at suicide driving." heh
"I love U" ..oh me too honey
". I trace oblong O's as I circumvent the same U-turns." Kya geometry, kya baat hain
"Baffles the traffic inspector because he sees the same car going in-and-out of the turn for about half an hour." It's no diff with us here in C'ville :)
Ends off in a great note, rather, song.
You know the best thing, you feel the post talks to you (to whoever wants to jumps to conclusions
: no silly! i don't hear voices in my head). very dickensian stuff. i bet auntie's influence on you guys make you such good writers
(ok, either you, or your sis, owes me a treat now :) )
btw, its too darn difficult to comment on your blog! why don't you allow anon comments and then moderate them?
ReplyDelete@ vihas: tx!
ReplyDelete@ prateeksha didi:
thank u! thank u! when u come over here i shall give u the treat.
dunno wt wud i have dun widout dat xplanation..thnx,it answers a lot
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the "addicted-to-driving" club. :P I remember the day when I first drove on my own. Since that "unfortunate" event, my dad, against his will, had to renounce driving, until he lost confidence in his own driving abilities..! :D
ReplyDeletelol! Renounced driving? Truly??
ReplyDeleteYup. That's because I simply won't let him drive! :P
ReplyDeleteP.S.: During my initial days, I rammed into a biker and hurled him off the road. I hope your driving doesn't endanger the lives of Noida's inhabitants. Drive safe! :P