A Beach Blog

~ Nits

It was one of those rare days; the Head of the Anatomy department herself had come to class, unannounced. A minister had come for the inauguration of an event and, as a result, we received the golden news: our classes were canceled! And we were to head to the auditorium.

Halfway through the journey, it struck me... how about an escape and a trip to the beach?

And there it happened, a memorable experience which we would cherish till the end. After a couple of debates, we gathered a crowd of about 18 people and headed to Kasimedu Beach.

Since we were thrifty and greedy, about 10 of us got into one auto, and the 8 in another. Now, I tried explaining the mechanics of that to my friends many times, but I was never successful! Bearing that in mind, I shall spare you the misery of having to read that.

Now, let me give you a couple pieces of advice if at all you too plan to bunk classes and visit the beach:

1. Don’t be nitwits like us, and visit the beach at 11am, in the middle of March.

2. Please oh please, DO NOT take that one friend with you, who’s a mysophobe!

Apart from the sun pan frying us, we made the mistake of bringing a mysophobic kid with us. Long story cut short, dude was freaking out. Poor kid almost went into labor when he saw a random guy smoke a joint right in front of the “Say no to drugs” sign (placed literally everywhere).

We tried our best to calm him down and it worked for a while.




Then, we walked through the stony pathway, onto the viewpoint. The view was AMAZING! You could see blue everywhere, and tiny boats scavenging for fish. One particular boat caught our eye! The captain, so masculine and sturdy, was standing on the edge of the boat, one leg on the bow. Now I’ve seen this somewhere... Ah yes, Captain Jack Sparrow!! (minus the domestic violence)

We had a local drink and speed-ran a few popsicles. And after an exhausting walk, we decided to call it a day and go back for the evening session. We found ourselves an auto and asked him if he’d drop us off at the college. His simple reply was ‘okay’. But it was almost as if in Lyrical satire, he was quoting Eminem “I just drank a fifth of codeine, dare me to drive?”. And he indeed drove like that. I’m pretty sure the guy who wrote “Say no to drugs” at the beach must’ve written so after going for a ride in this guy’s auto! Coz this guy was ABSOLUTELY INSANE!

 He rode so fast, I was tempted to get back with my ex again!

Everybody in Chennai knows that you don’t wanna mess with the MTC buses. My guy, probably high on every drug known to man, accelerated straight into a narrow gap between two huge MTC buses... He accelerated hard and made such a wide swerve to escape being sandwiched, that we are almost thrown out of the auto. It was so intense, I heard a high-pitched screeching noise coming from my ear (turns out it was just my mysophobic friend screaming like an 8-year-old girl).

After what seemed an eternity, we finally got back to college. We patted each other to make sure we didn’t lose any limbs, and thanked God for keeping us safe. Never would I have thought that the sight of my college would give me such a huge sense of elation!

Now was this trip worth all the hassle? Absolutely! We enjoyed each and every moment of it. Although this trip did have its negatives, the memories and bonding we formed, far outweighed the downsides.

In college, it’s these small moments that we get to cherish in later days. After all, all study and no play does make Jack a dull boy, doesn’t it?



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