Patar&the Motorcycle Diaries

'"nimhans is such a dense forest"...these were my fleeting thoughts as i was reconciling myself . yet another time i had made the same blunder ..of..of..telling patar that i"ll meet him ..instead the other way around. six years of analysis on this creature and still he surprises you. finally after lot of search i could trace him to the pediatric neurology dept. "naii tara kelsa madthaidiya" were my 1st words...& probably my last too. he gave me an absence seizure look. well 1 thing i noticed about him was that he does all the work from class 1to 4 all by himself." loved by all hated by none" is apt to showcase his work in nimhans. it took 4hrs to get him out.he gave me a lift on his "aston martin" ,spearing thru the traffic of bangalore we reached mg road. confusion still prevailed on his mind & he was still more confused by pieces all around. after finishing our circus when we were returning back it started raining ..naiii bekku taraa. we braved thru it reached patars hostel.he started strumming some banal tunes. we became nostalgic about out ug days orchestra mad ads ns cd psyche das choo . patar desperately wants to start an orchestra. he loves jamming,but life has spun a web around him,he is hell busy with his work.friends life has deceived all of us.in this rat race to survive we just crush our creativity while life trickles through each &every layer of us.