Skip to main content

Prologue


 Silence, pin-drop silence! I knew someone had to initiate a conversation, otherwise the situation was not heading for a “bright future”. The sound of cool air pumped out from the AC vents and some aggressive gear-shifts made by Ravi’s father, that was the only audible thing until then. The old Hyundai Santro had a really nice AC that, even I was shivering at the back.

            “Lucky me! Just missed! Otherwise I’d have been taken by them too. Man, you are having a really bad time.” At last I broke the silence, by delivering the carefully made out sentence which I had been thinking since we got into the car from Police Station.

            “Exactly! What worse could happen? We were just discussing things at the shop next to the college entrance. Seemed like it was all planned. Somebody sold us out.” Ravi replied with a gust of anger and disappointment.

             “Like it’d be hard for you to get a good night sleep, if things were not mooted tonight itself. You guys knew they were coming. You should’ve acted smart.” Ravi’s dad pounced into the conversation.

I was really happy to have taken them out of the embarrassment and talking. Because no father would want to see his child under Police custody. However, I was very cautious about the choice of words. One wrong word and the situation would take a turn for the worst. I patiently played the moderator, supporting Ravi wherever I felt necessary.

              “Thank God! The officer was a nice person. I requested them to leave the other boys as well. After all, we were all college students once.” Ravi’s dad said with a sigh of relief.

I must admit the fact that his dad is a cool customer. He was an army officer  once, so you expect him to be. I suddenly pictured my father in the situation. Boy, he'd have been disappointed and very much let down by me.

              “Okay now tell me, what was the fight all about?” He inquired. “Oh, that was nothing daddy.” Ravi replied . 

You know? The universe was created out of nothing!

Popular posts from this blog

New thoughts and new way of thinking!

            Ah! I am about to say this wonderful incident which took place in "mydream avenue" at "some timeduringmysleep". Well,now you got it,right?(it's a fantasy that I am about to deliver). Yes,it is really worth reading( Please don't confuse that I am bragging for readers at the moment). But, this tiny little incident will give you an idea about the current generation in India, jokes apart at least in Kerala.             Two kids were standing near the gate of some school somewhere in my city(don't forget the place that I had mentioned in the first para). From their somewhat hurried lip movements, I could smell a horrible day that had just passed by for the 13 year old looking kids(oh! yeah they seemed like kids,the reason which you will find about in the next few lines). I took a few steps towards them. "Oh! you are so girlish Varun... Otherwise...Otherwise you would have dropped your habit of picking up things from here and there,and t

What is my passion?

    PASSION ! Google gave me two suggestions for my search " passion meaning ". Of which the most likely definition that I could infer from my 18 years of studies was this " strong and barely controllable emotion " .    I had strayed into writing this blog with an incomplete answer to my question. If I go with the definition I had agreed to in the beginning, then finding an answer may seem so painless. Cricket was and continues to be my breath of life. I never get bored following this modest answer. And this modesty is what draws a fair degree of incompleteness.    The conflict arises here, and rightly so. When I dig in deeper into my passion, be it cricket,music or caricatures;the solitary reason that leaves the rest in solitude is MONEY. So, I began questioning the "modest" answer! Why cricket/music/caricature? And I got  a sequential answer like the "fibonacci series",the consecutive ones getting added on to give a completely new