Its 11 pm in the night. Its cold outside. But we are running in our shorts
in the gentle softness the sand has to offer.
Its pitch black, almost unsafe and practically illegal.
But there is no real law. We have done it before.
A couple of beers, rajma and rice and the Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou.
Somehow that inspired me the most. Jeph is waiting at the stony staircase
and screaming "Hail Hitler... Open Fire... Need a medic ".
DVD is all getting pumped up as he smokes the last remaining bit while
i am bragging about the selfish lives of people who reside in Bombay,
including mine... ( in a somehow good intended fashion ).
i have already entered in a trance or what we call our "Daily Algorithm".
Its not too complicated. The code was written years ago by some genious
and has been passed on through generations including Bob Marley who happily
said "Legalise it". So we coded it too and saved the file in our
beach house. And all that we do is run the algoritm.
Thats it. With just a click of a button everything falls in its
right place or what i say is a state of being Elegantly Wasted.
i am clinging onto my surfboard, kind of falling, not sure if i can even
swim right now, not to mention surf! But i move on slowly wading into the
water while its whiplash seems to be injecting crushed ice at a freeway velocity
onto my chest and my back, as i keep falling down, saved from being completely
submerged by my surfboard.
The waves are getting bigger, faster, louder and more electric with each step.
Pretty soon we realised today is not a "Surf Day" or better known as a "Dry Day".
We are just floating on our surfboards discussing the 100 most futile things
to gift a person you love, ex: An Ipod to your almost deaf grandmother or a razor to your
.... and then it happened
Out of sheer but obvious hysteria and paranoia, we started to flutter like a bird
trapped between the bloody hands of canned hunters. But then, emerging from the
moonlight that bounced onto this stormy ocean night, a grey coloured fin emerged from
all of this madness, and in a couple of seconds she was right in front of us say a couple
of feet away as i am mesmerising into a state of "float in air".
She pushed herself into the green water and in a moment of temporary illusion,
she was gone. It was a symbol of joy. It was like leaping into the infinite depths
of an abyss and touching the sky and reaching back on earth safely with a handful
It was simply kinetic.
An overdriven uproar of energy.
An image of ecstacy