On the Road…
“I’m not proud. But I know I’m not alone. I’ve tried to be honest. You might recognise yourself in here.”- Richard Hammond
Well, I will let you take a minute to look at this picture and laugh as loud as you want. Please, don’t stop yourself. I promise you I laughed really hard when I first got to see this picture myself.
Laughter is the best medicine, I remember this line from the Reader’s Digest. It was one of my favourite magazines and it still is. This magazine dedicated a little corner to a couple of one line jokes or a few ridiculous caricatures that tickled the humour of the otherwise very serious world we live in.
When was the last time we had a good laugh at our own expense! And it’s ok too, you know. Given the fact that there are almost half a dozen pictures floating around the internet that have either been edited, filtered down or sanctified to appease social norms.
What happened to good old-fashion photographs, that captured the energy of the moment, rather than the 1 thousand likes on social media; or maybe I’m just old fashioned.
So enough of banter Jeremy, get on with it; this is probably what you must be thinking!!! Very well, I have no clue what those stickers meant, apart from the fact there was one word that was spelled out rather aloud in its hideous colour and font.
Welcome to the world of cheap posters, bus depots and the life of a biker. I am sure everyone, has one of these moments and if you’re smiling thinking about your moment, I’m happy I could do that for you.
So I grew up in Tamil Nadu in the south of India; however my mother tongue is English, owing to the colonization. Tamil happens to be one of the longest surviving classical languages that dates back to 300 BC. So to read one of the oldest languages in the world, is something I had to get help for. So basically I was the poster boy for this random organisation that cured any type of sexual ailment and also had a 24/7 helpline that god knows who or what was at the other end of it.
So here I am, asleep, comfortably numb to my surroundings, while my friend pulls out my phone and clicks this picture which is now worth a thousand words.
Sometimes, in the middle of all the chaos and the noise, the scene broadens, opening up society to the simple joys of life. While we slog our way up hill, we often forget the meandering brook, the rough grass, the damp air and the pulsating heartbeat.
Sometimes all it takes, is a dilapidated bus stop, a helmet, a few gaudy posters, a tired body from the long afternoon’s ride and a friend who happens to capture the moments’ humour.
To conclude with one of my favourite quotes from The Little Black Book of Motorcycle Wisdom:
“Bury me in my leather jacket, jeans, and motorcycle boots.” — Sid Vicious
Welcome to life on the road and humour by any means possible.
