AFTER poring over toposheets and maps with his assistants on a sunny morning last week, Pradip Kumar Bose is on the road again. At a highway motel in scorched Maihar, which will be his home over the next fortnight, Bose moves around casually in his customary kurta-pyjama; rues that he has no time to catch up with the latest theatre back home in Calcutta and, of course, discusses rocks. Back on the road, the metamorphosis of the wandering geologist is complete: the jean-clad explorer, hammer clipped to his belt, pocket lens slung around his neck, a floppy sunhat on his head, hunting for rocks, talking about rocks, and thinking about rocks. "We are walking," he mutters in between, "in what used to be a shallow sea or a lagoon millions of years ago." Look around and all you see is a craggy sea of rocks, fine chocolate brown sandstone, mud pebbles, mud stone beds and mica-laden shells melting into the Vindhyas, the imposing hill ranges straddling over a lakh square kms and running through Madhya Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh and Bihar. "This is an addiction, looking for rocks," says the 56-year-old geologist, taking in a deep breath near a rivulet. "I am always trying to find out something novel, this chase keeps on going."