MUGILPETE,PARADISE VIA HELL'S ROAD- PART 2 TIPPING TIPPER

Never had i heard the engine raring to go this much. It was deafening, in spite of the heavy helmet on my head. The road was a series of steep drops, with sharp corners which led to walls or down estates. This was fascinating and scary. The entrance to these estates is something to be seen to be believed. It seemed either 90 degrees up or 90 degrees down, never straight. They are always located at sharp corners. So if you miss your turn, you'll be tumbling down and get the Axe effect, coffee flavour.
I braked, rode in first gear and even stopped to control my descent. Finally, an old lady told us that two roads lead to Mugilpete. We continued straight. This is where it all began.
It looked as if the road was dug up from hell, to facilitate Satan to show off his dirt bike. The colors of the mud were red, yellow and pink. Maybe Gay rights are supported in Hell too. To climb the steep incline, Gautam told i must accelerate and not loose momentum between gear shifts. Having treated the bike as a soft humming marvel, it was painful to hear it struggle, thump, twist and creak. I could clearly feel the heat emitting off the engines.
If not for Gautam, i would have abandoned the trip or taken a different route. With his encouragement, i pushed forward. And then, i was faced with a wall of dust. It looked like a mammoth was charging at me. But it was a tipper. These trucks, with loads of soil, weigh tons.On the downside, it did not seem to have enough braking power. It horrifyingly slid down for a head-on crash. Thankfully, it stopped just in time, my eyes met with the driver and we both exchanged a sheepish smile.
Further up, the bike sunk in the sand on an incline. Some pushing later, Gautam drove ahead, while i walked. I puffed and panted, and with my biking gear, bandana and pot belly, covered in mud, i provided entertainment for the construction workers. It was almost noon when we reached the entrance to Madalpatti.
We decided to park our bike and trek the remaining 4 kms. The Veerappan like Ganeshan, with his four dogs and 14 chicken, old rusty jeep included, agreed to watch over our bike. Thus, we started off to see for ourselves the famous place where Mungaru Male was shot.