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Day 76: Hyderabad To Chennai

My host and friend Rohan Yeggina commented, “There is absolutely nothing to see and do in AP” and I had little choice but to believe him. The Eicher road atlas which I am referring to in this ride puts out places of interest in yellow highlight. There were none south of Hyderabad. So I took the best option. Get out of the state as soon as possible. I couldn’t go to Bangalore. That was on the way back. Next best thing – Chennai.

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Day 75: Nagpur To Hyderabad

There wasn’t much to do in Nagpur and there was 500 kilometers to be covered till Hyderabad. So I left early in the morning without settling the bill of the hotel and headed on to NH7. Now here’s the thing. The road map proudly shows NH7 as an “Expressway” all along the length of the country. The reality, as you would understand, is very different.

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Day 73: Kymore

There is a tiny little village stuck in the dusty roads off NH7 going out of Jabalpur called Kymore. Its cause to fame is a large cement plant by one of the larger companies in India. For me however, it meant one more thing. My sister works there. She tries to get the people at the plant to use alternate fuels made out of waste from other industries as fuel in their own plant. Not as easy job as it seems. And helps the environment.

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Day 70: Aska To Raigarh

The night was peaceful. The morning was blissful. I rode hard for about 70 kilometers before I reached a small bridge with a couple of tea stalls around it before rising into the hills. I was sipping my tea when everyone else was huddled into a TV running news in Oriya. I didn’t quite understand what was going on when I finally started catching words and phrases. Something was on in Mumbai. I then heard R R Patil, then the Commissioner then someone else saying the NSG, Marcos and the Army had been deployed. I missed a heartbeat. Something was wrong. Horribly.

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Day 69: Bhubaneshwar To Puri To Aska

The problem with college boys is that they are too eager to do too many things and expect everyone around them to be the same. Unfortunately, once you leave college and join a job, all that energy vanishes somewhere. That’s especially the case when you are as lazy as I am and have as sedate a job as investment banking. So when these guys (including a close family friend of mine in the final year of college) asked me to ride with them on an after-exam night ride to Puri, I hesitated. And was promptly asked to shut my mouth and come along. So I spent the night watching random movies with random stories waiting for time to arrive. It did. At 3.30 in the morning.

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