Road to predition

I had always wanted to drive between Mumbai and Delhi. Like everybody else's, my excuse was the same - lack of time. When I needed my car in Mumbai, it was put in a truck and sent to me by my folks. There was no time for me to go Delhi and get the car.

This time I had finished my work in Mumbai. And there was no hurry to rush back home. So my father flew down (he had not been in Mumbai for a long time and not seen how I was living here) and we drove to Gurgaon.

My friends thought that I am embarking on my toughest voyage and some even tried talking me out of it. I was even more determined now. I could do it. I could be with my old man for three days!

Our first halt was Gandhi Ashram Sabarmati. A quiet place on the banks of Sabarmati river, this place epitomises the man who knew it how to keep it simple. At least when we talk about material comforts.

What interests me most about Gandhi is that he was a late bloomer. He showed no signs of brilliance and greatness till very late in his life unlike some other prodigies who have formulated their theories by the age of 25. Gandhi got better with years fighting his character's shortcomings. It gives us a reason to look forward to. At least to me.

On the left is Gandhi's famous bad handwriting. I think it reads,'If you can read this you are most probably a doctor.' Heh.