2nd Installment

Chapter 3 - Burning, Looting, Raping, Shooting

Three boys had gone in search of something, themselves perhaps or gold.... fools gold. Nothing twinkles so brightly as the empty object of desire constantly reminding us of who we are. Oh how we seek. Search no more friends i have grasped something tangible.... the meaning of life.
 

For 6 short years before this trip i meditated daily trying to lay my  desire to rest, giving up on my desire as it were. Bequeathed of all that was once myself I wandered without investment of any kind, a pilgrimage to the grave in a barren universe. Happening upon a brightly decorated home-stay in the provincial town of Kumily (Kerala) we decided to down our sacks and don our slippers, for it was here that the magic would occur. After my initial repulsion for the agglomeration of shops, traffic and dirt that often grips the pampered western tourist, I became somewhat acquainted with the place. 

On arrival on a new town it is possible to revert from a traveler to a tourist in the sense that "A traveler doesn't know where he is going and a tourist doesn't know where he is" - (David Lee Roth circa 1984).  It was amidst this fluctuation of spirit and the celebration of Mohamed's birthday that the holy grail made herself known. When a boy grasps the doughy grip of a Suzuki 100 Max for the first time something incredible happens. A rite of passage. A boys root Chakra can be opened more in 30 seconds on a Suzuki 100 Max than in 6 years of contemplation. From that moment forth life had regained meaning and momentum. We were born to ride. "Burning, Looting, Raping Shooting duh na na na na, duh na na na na" - (Bad News - Warriors of Genghis Khan).

All hail the 3 boys who became men under the banner of a new biker clan - The Kumily Demon Seeds.