It was just another evening at the beach. After a nice food session at Planet Yumm and a merry go round ride (The girls insisted on it, I swear! Ya... It was embarassing.) A quick round of goodbyes and i was back on my way home.
Besant Avenue was one of my favourite roads in Madras (Next to ECR you can say. The only difference is that my 100 cc bike has the habit of transmorgifying into a 1300 cc Hayabusa on the ECR. But susprisingly the calm peacefulness of the Besant Avenue always resists the pulsating urge of my bike to turn into something like the Busa or the R6. It remained the humble 100 cc bike.
As i neared the Adyar side of the Besant Avenue, thanks to my slow driving(i never crossed 40 on this road... to bathe in the peacefulness and to have a look at the chromed beauties in the Royal Enfield Showroom in Besant Nagar) i noticed a narrow lane. It was another avenue, minus the street lights. Man! It did look romantic at first sight. Sexy would be a better comparision. It was nine in the night. I still could make it home early. I had made up my mind. In went my bike.
To the right of the entire stretch was the KFI School (Krishnamurthy Foundation Of India) and to the left was a thick shrub forest.
DO NOT REVERSE. DO NOT HORN.
Theses words screamed at me from the huge gate to the left. Closer examination found it to be the gates of The Blue Cross India, though the building didnt seem to be occupied now. Later i found out that it was not anymore occupied. Cool Stuff.
As i further made my way into the dark narrow avenue, it wound its way into a series of curves. Under a tree i found a couple coo-chi-cooing each other. I left them to thier adventures and went on with my own adventure. Then the road opened up in a wide road (again empty, but with alive street lights) A quick powered drive of about 300 meters saw me again on the Bessie side of the Besant Avenue.
No second thought.
A quick U turn and i was there retracing my steps (or rather treads) though i could have taken the Besant Avenue road. It was too tempting.
The couple was still there though it had done some advancements. I quickly made my way to Adyar avoiding a mangoose closely in the process. Then, it was straight home to the aroma of mom's food arousing my appetite.
Now, I tried to find the name of this beautiful road. I got many answers. Balaji told that it was the Old Blue Cross road. For Rajesh, It was School Road. In this process, Sanjay told me that this very road was haunted. He He. He still believes in ghouls. According to him, three places in Madras were haunted. The Broken Bridge, this anonymous road and some other place he did mention. I dont remember it properly. Wasnt of great importance to me.
So, the next time, am gonna take my camera and spend an entire evening in that road.
Beneath the swaying trees.
In the soft breeze.
In the zephyr.
In my own zephyr of thoughts.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
The first left on Besant Avenue
Posted by Sathyanarain Muralidharan at 8:47 AM
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hey sathya, actually its good, ur first blog was slightly scary, no wonder u feel ur blog is not good. btw i'm ur sis's colleague.
interesting place to spend an evening and an equally interesting account of it :) is this blue cross building the same as theosophical society? if so, thats a very sexy place (leeches notwithstanding :)). btw, how did you ever manage the merry-go-round man! some courage :)
scary? in wat sense?
its the adjacent building... ya.. downright sexy.
thats a really nice place to be in da!
--- Arun M, CSE
yo arun.. i din kno u were in blogger.
ha ha, so you are trespassing into our territory. yes the blue cross has closed and moved near mgr film city. the place belongs to theosophical society. even the besant avenue in the olden days belonged to the society. in order to make the road the place was given to the government. the school was founded by JK and the place is called Damodar Gardens. in fact if we enter blue cross we reach the big road in the back side towards besant nagar. in fact there will never be traffic in that road, that we use to play street cricket there. Guess who I am?
whoa.. a walking talking encyclopedia on besant nagar.. thanx for all the details.
so who is this?
ya sathya its really a cool place to b in.. i hav been there only once wit my friend in her scooty on my birthday... it is one of my memorable incidents.. i was in my own world at that moment.. but many say that its really a cool place for lovers...
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