evenins on the pier..

one day, me and my friend vinay were walkin down marine drive in cochin..my hometown.. we were talkin bout this and that, completely random stuff using loud exclamations now and then and extravagant gestures..he was doin these cause thats just the way he talks...i was doin these cause im jus weird like that..we kept on goin and goin, and suddenly on our left side we saw this pier sorta place, the gate was closed, but we squeezed in through gaps..actually vinay used his sonido to get through and i used my shunpo..since he is an espada, and I am a shinigami captain these things are second nature to us..(for those of you who do not get that part...its from the japanese anime Bleach)

once we were inside, first thing i noticed was that the place was clean, it did not smell like someone had taken a gigantic leak there..which basically describes over 50% of cochin...i think it must be somethin about the large amounts of water in the state that causes people to just let loose all over the place..when they say you can see backwaters and lagoons in kerala, they should prolly throw in somethin like "and yonder you can see the paths created by contant streams of water generation from the average malayalee"....newho...so this place was clean...and it was deserted except for this homeless dude who was sleepin close to the waters edge..i joked to vinay "wanna kick him over?" and this line has been repeated every single time we have been there since...now that i come to think of it, someone should prolly check that dude for a pulse..

we sat down near the edge..looking out onto the sea....it was an extremely windy day and i love the wind..we sat there and talked..talked about everything under the sun..and i have never felt more alive than when i was there with him..all through my days I have always felt like Im living the life of someone else, i dont feel like the skin im in is my own...however sitting there with him, talking bout stuff, i could actually breathe... i loved that place.. so from then on we would ask each other "hey wanna hang out at the spot?" and then when this got redundant we coined a name for it "el pierro de muerto" i think that means pier of death in spanish...strange thing to call a pier..especially when to the best of our knowledge no one had kicked it there...well, we were tryna be creative so frikkin sue us... after that i took two of my juniors there..we sat and talked..and once again had a nice time..

this was the one place in the city which i loved more than any other..something about it was removed from the usual definitions of everyday reality...it was almost like we were stepping through an interdimensional doorway to another plane of existence.. where there were no classifications like dork, nerd, jock, wimp....or ne of the other umpteen labels that todays society brands us with...in short, I am of the opinion that the world is plagued..and it is only a matter of time before the earths antibodies kick in and eradicate the source of that plague..namely us...however this place, it seemed to be pure..

i know that you people must think im tlakin an awful lot about nothin more than an ordinary pier..but i guess im aiming more at what the pier represented to me, vinay and my other friends..

the usual pattern of events went thus..

1.we'd get there

2.we'd talk for hours

3. my mom would call, and the conversation would go thus "NIKHIL, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? GET HOME IMMEDIATELY.." "BUT MOM, IM 21 I CAN STAY OUT AS LONG AS I WANT"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

"I CAN STAY OUT AS LONG AS I WANT"

"YOU FILTHY UNGRATEFUL MATERIALISTIC %$%@#%^&$%^&#$%#$@#$^$*&#$^&..."

"DONT SHOUT"

"WHOS SHOUTING?"

"YOU ARE?"

"WHAT? NOW YOU THINK IM TOO LOUD? YOU THINK YOU CAN LECTURE ME ON LOUDNESS?"

"NO, I JUST SAID EITHER SPEAK LOW OR GIMME SOME MONEY"

"MONEY FOR WHAT?"

"MY EAR DRUM REPLACEMENTS"

"THINK YER FUNNY DONTCHA?"

"NO, BUT I THINK YOU ARE..."

"!#$%#^$&#%^*#$%^@#$^!#$^$%&$^ "

4. I tell vinay i need to get home, he calls me a girls name...and we leave..

5. I wish we didnt have to leave...

heres to el piero de muerto..

magus.