Somehow...slouching, grouching, cursing, brooding...somehow.. i got through my exams. i dunno how i did it... but i did...and i should scrape through... like all the other times. Twice a year...for a full hour...God decides to shower me with his mercy.. the hour i spend standing in the line to get my results.
But now, with gel electrophoresis and protien purification behind me, the sewage water treatment all forgotten and stray bits of information about bacterial DNA (crammed desparately at 1 a.m.) wiped from my brain, i waited longingly for the beach that awaited me down south- a (much-deserved) weekend in surathkal.
i've been there before and fallen in love with the virgin beaches there....and they beckoned me yet again this year...and what power do i have against the will of the waves??? Abode to my best freind, mugdha, who (ahem) studies engineering there, living with her in her hostel was the best deal... using the bathrooms there wasnt. Living in a hostel comes with its own frills and filths. Electricity is rare, but u can roam in your underwear. No one takes out the garbage, but u can stay out as late as u wish and... ah.. do as u please.
The minute i reached there, i wanted to go to the heavenly beaches. I browbeat mugs and her freinds to take me and finally, in the evening we made out way through a temple to a cliff which overlooked the beach. i know ur waiting for this part...the part where i describe the beach...but sorry to disappoint u.. it was indescribable. Its not just the beauty of the crystal blue waters lovingly eroding the fine white sand...or the pinkish glow that the setting sun castes on the farway sea...or the tiny ships spotting the golden horizon. Its more about the emotions the view stirs in u... the soothing effect it has on ur mind that gently detangles u from the clump of worries and sets u free and flying... just like the seagulls... I felt a strange calm descend over me as i sat there with my freinds.. not a word passed between us till we realised that we've been locked in this blessed enchantment... thts where my love affair with the beach began...
the rest of the trip was fantabulous too! I met up with all of mugdha's freinds and had a good time with them... walked into the boys' hostel and gave them all a fright...saw everybody's underwears...invaded their beer cartons (they were nice about it)...but admittedly their rooms were cleaner than the girls'!!!!
Ate a lot of icecream, but no dosas :( ... got drenched in the rain (dint intend too...hate the rains... had to cancel my trip to manglore :( ...) and...much to the dismay of mugsy.. ACTUALLY for the first time, smoked a cigarette...
i made DD ( absolutely delightful chap.. cnt help falling in love with him.. god bless him) take me smoking. That darling coulnt refuse.. not even under the baleful eye of mugdha... and so sam, DD, reddy (who doesnt smoke), and I went to this shack for a smoke and some coffee... finally i learnt how to properly smoke (yay!),.. and goodness me.. it hit me like booze! Reddy had an amused expression on his face... DD seemed reluctant to let me smoke another...but we shared the second one....thn had some hot coffee...in the cold rains... and another check on my list of to-do things before- i -die!!!!
well.. so much for the fun i had smoking! mugdha wouldnt talk to me...gave me all killer glares... and had to batttle her acid tongue for the remainder of the day... she took the fizz out of it man!!!! party-pooper!!!!
but i have been thinking...i dont feel like arousing mugsy's anger again... and i did promise her i'll never smoke... and i also promised ameya (the atheist) that i wont a year ago, varun too quit and has been advising me against trying twice...and the man-with-the-brown-curtains thinks i shouldnt indulge in it...well.. ok... i wont... i'll choose the sea over a cig...now mugdha has to find a new reason to be subject me to her awesome wrath...
with one last look at the sea and a collective farewell to all....including julio,(or however its
spelt), the african student who ceaselessly hit on the mediocre me (think of the sorry state of guys there), i came back to aamchi mumbai... the visions of the sea locked safely in an often-visited corner of my mind.
peace.
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