Have you ever woken up at 6 in the morning and drive some 10km to the beach to see the sun rise over the blue waters, only to find out that the ocean is extending to the west, and the sun will only set over the blue waters??
Well, thats how my day started off.. Egged on by my mate, Sivaharsh, who kept saying that he wont be free for the friendly banter till two weeks from now as he has gotta go back to his college today, I reluctantly pushed myself off the bed at that "unearthly" hour, got on his bike, and sped to the beach..
Though we couldnt see the actual sunrise (from what I'm hearing now, the sun rises at about 5.30am.. who knew??), we did see the early morning activities of the fishing folks, which included fishing using lines at the pier (which gave some magnificent photos), pulling in the net they had set out late at night, halfway into the sea, and of course, selling the fish they already caught..
After spending a few moments cooling my heels in the morning freshness of the ocean (I'll never have words to explain that feeling), we headed back home, having breakfast from one of the more famous restaurants in Kerala.. After paying over the odds at Gurgaon, for food half the taste of what I was having right now, I was surprised to see a bill of Rs.36.. And that was for two people.. ;)
Back home, after a few hours of catching up on those lost early morning sleep, I was called into action.. The new guy in the house needed someone to watch over him, and since his mother, grandmas, and aunts were busy with the chores of the house, the mantle was given to me to keep him company..
But before I could make my debut, I was given strict instructions..
I'm not to rock the baby.. I'm not to take the baby in my hand.. I'm not to make the baby cry..
Basically, they were saying I'm not to touch the baby, yet stop him from crying.. And I cant blame them for saying that.. He was like soft butter.. If you touch him, that portion will change shape and take on a odd red colour..
But here I was, like a dodo bird asked to fly to the top most branch of a tree, hearing him cry, and yet not being able to make him stop..
And thats when she came in.. The Great Grandmother.. ;)
She had feigned retirement from all worldly things, but seeing her own grandchild's child crying like this, brought her out of her room, and she took the child in her hands, and in a moment, all was well..
But that spelled the end of my short, failure of a babysitting career.. But I wasnt gonna complain.. I had other plans for the evening..
Sivaharsh (yeah, the same guy, who made me wake up in the morning citing his busy schedule) and Dileep, were at big bazar, our usual hangout place.. The lack of malls in Trivandrum (for which we will always be thankful) made the three five storied Big Bazars out hangout centres throughout our engineering classes..
Well, the usual friendly banter followed, the contents of which are only fit to graze the mouth of friendly twenty year olds, and not the annals of public blogs..:D
So, adios para hoy amigo..
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