As the name might raise a brow than suggest, yes this all started with me escaping my Joining day at a Digital Marketing Company in Indore. I was appointed as the Social Media Content Developer, provided a good salary and a pretty HR Manager. The Monday, when I woke up I felt like I don't want to do this. My mom had already prepared the tiffin and my dad had got the 110cc engine all fueled up before 10 in the morning, afterall it was my first Job. I wore a fresh pair of trousers, got my camera in the backpack, tucked in a crisp shirt, bid them bye and hit the road headed towards Mumbai, as the milestone with open arms declared. I didn't know my next stop, neither did I know how to while away 8 hours on a little scooter and a never ending highway. Suddenly, it hit me. I had always wanted to take this little city commute to roads unaccustomed, but I was held back by an absence of partner. 'Today will be the difference.' I thought. I had a few places in mind, Ujjain, Maheshwar, Kajligarh... but Ujjain was on a different route, Maheshwar was around 98 Kilometres single way (and I wanted to shoot the evening aarti there) and Kajligarh is too close, and thus, I was again rendered option-less. I continued straight at a swift 70 kmph, and my beaming white city-commute was doing just fine. TVS Jupiter 's weight is a bonus considering it's comparatively wide wheelbase and wider aerodynamics. Don't we hate it when the vehicle almost feels in the air after a certain speed? Like Alto does at 120, but my Jupiter was doing a pretty handsome job at the throttle and maintaining the connect with the road. The 130mm drum brakes do a decent job at a controllable speed, me being a very light rider (I am 56 Kilos) the front brake throws off a little.
The board ahead provided an assortment of directions - Mumbai, Mhow Cantt, Choral Dam, Patal Pani and Delhi. I took the one, apparently being most traveled by and as of today that made all the difference! I knew the road to Mhow Cantt further goes to Choral Dam. The highway then bifurcated into a narrow busy road to the left and a seamlessly wider road the right - proudly headed Mumbai. I turned left. It was almost an hour that I had been riding since; My eyes felt dizzy and shoulder ached a little ( scooter things) so I decided to go a little without the Helmet. As soon as I opened the Helmet, the honks and engine roars beside that were just about audible now blared straight into my ears. The breeze, though was not as merciless as the people, it changed from warm to cool depending whether I was passing a tree or a building shade or riding under the naked sky and that fluctuation has a smell of it's own, especially in such hassled winter mornings. Though not all over but I can proudly claim to have road tripped in almost 12 Indian States and my vote for the best surely goes to Madhya Pradesh Tourism; riding is a sheer delight here, with roads as wide as your sights can hold, as smooth as your tires can crib for, and the milestones? well, as informative as it can get. Green isn't just a color here, people live with it all around. Mhow cantt is some 7 km's from the diversion I mentioned before, the entry to the cantonment reminded me of my Class 8th - I was in Jhansi then, studying at Army Public School, Babina Cantt, the base honored to have given some of the best Kargil Warriors and this Mhow Cantt is nowhere far with the first premise declaring itself the "Kargil Dwar". The 2.5 Kilometer ride through the cantonment was a refreshment, the sun was now properly ruining the fog, the Cadets in their uniforms, cycling, walking, parading. The sound coming from the Army Firing Range was more patronizing that horrifying. The Indian Tricolor flying high, the total premise beamed of Bottle Greens, Blacks, Camouflages and some bright autumn yellows, the vivacious Satpuras outlining the view from afar, misted in tranquilizing blue. In times when Patriotism is asked for or forced unto, riding through this place was comforting. I stopped near a pavement to ask the way ahead, the man was a cadet as I could figure out from his name plate; 6 months in Army School and 2 years in NCC has taught me to look first at the right side of the chest and then into the eye, as our Drill Master used to yell, 'Know a man's designation before his name.' The cadet in the most kindest of approaches drew me a map on a little note-pad paper, I couldn't help but salute him, say a thank you and leave.