Went on a mega long ride last evening to attend a wedding reception - 35 kms ride and 2.5 hours each way - in the direction of Kanakapura (of Art of Living fame). To say the drive quite literally shook the contents of my skull, would be the understatement of the year! Make no mistakes. Ain't complaining in the least. Which govt body rewards yours with an adventure akin to a moonride in return for your taxes and votes? You don't have to be on the almost successful mission on Chandrayaan to experience the moment of touchdown. Our friendly BBMP takes care of that for no more than your road tax. Cheap ride to the moon, right? This august body spends all its time industriously digging up the roads, trying to perfect the moon crater effect not to mention digging up the beginning / end of almost every other road. Uncool (respected spouse of Auntie) Google insists on giving one a darshan of every by lane, some of which give a real high - literally. Suddenly one comes across structures resembling gigantic concrete coffin tops (NO exaggeration here!) built on these roads! Get over them safely and you don't end up in one. No less than an adventure trip. Trying to drive anywhere is a combination of two games - landmine and a rat maze. Getting back home through it all is like getting to the piece of cheese at the end (my home a piece of cheese??? Hmm) and the expression "Home sweet home" washes down a sore spine like a cool shower on a hot summer's day and gratitude takes on a whole new meaning.