Curtains on the Mysore chapter of my story…

My last weekend was unusual in a way. I had been to Mysore to renew my bike’s insurance and bring it here to Bangalore. And as planned, we rode it all the way to Bangalore, the ‘we’ referring to me and Akash Shetty. The journey was a wonderful experience; riding on the Mysore – Bangalore highway was an absolute joy. My Glamour was tested to its limits, often going beyond 80 kmph and crossing 100 a couple of times. It was the first time I had been on my bike for so long, and even though it took a good part of an hour to find the way to my place once we entered the city, I enjoyed it thoroughly nevertheless.

So with my bike transported to Bangalore, the last of my possessions in Mysore has now been shifted. This, if not anything else, marks the end of a very significant part of my life, a part which saw me going to college, being offered a job, graduating and in the process, growing up in a whole new way to be the person I am now. Also ends with it my most wonderful six years in Mysore – six years which had me tasting success more frequently than any other time of my life. Time flies and how! It seems like only yesterday that I arrived in Mysore freshly out of high school and now here I am, a graduate with my own source of income! Talk about life on fast-forward!

Hours before I was supposed to leave, as I rode on my bike on the streets of Mysore, I could not stop the voice in my head which kept repeating that life as I knew it was over. And as we sped across the outskirts of the city towards Bangalore, I knew I would never again ride my Glamour in the streets of Mysore; never again would I experience the joy of visiting obscure places around with my friends; never again would I shift to second gear and turn to enter my college gate; there was a strange feeling of sadness in me, almost a sense of bereavement…