I always wanted to visit a beach. A real beach with real sand and real sea or oceanic water. Not the ones that are kept for display for people who have never been to a beach. In short, for people like myself.
Now, I was really excited and happy when I learnt that we would be visiting a beach - a real one. And so we made a trip to Pondicherry from Bangalore, Karnataka, by road. We hired a driver. No, let me be more specific - we hired a potato for a driver. I mean, fine. You don't know our language (Assamese; also, nobody was expecting to hear him speak Assamese out of the blue) But he should have at least known how to speak Hindi, or any other language that we'd understand (which would be Hindi still). but no. I swear we could have interacted with a potato better than this guy. He'd also taken us through a road which was lonely and dark ( dark because it was getting darker) and which had ancient forts at distances on either sides (I could almost hear a female ghost shouting or singing "Aami je tumar") And when it was finally night, the forts seemed all the more scarier and sinister. In addition to that, my sister, Amrita Madhukalya, out of being bored to her bones, wanted to watch "Taare Zamein Par". In the car. Yes, you did see the word 'car'. Mom, dad and I were too tired to ridicule her. So yes, we finally reached Pondicherry and entered the first hotel we got, Annamalai. Very nice hotel. I loved the bathtub.
So, moving on, the next day was normal, excluding the fact that I and my sister posed for a local newspaper (I could see Portuguese people admiring us while reading the newspaper next day) and I having a miniature tsunami like incident ( I suggest you do not plan any beach trip with my sister. It could be your last).
Let's focus on the tsunami incident since the paper-posing wasn't that pretty ( neither was the tsunami one, but was pretty interesting ). So, that day we went to two beaches. One was not really a beach. It had a rocky cliff sort of a coast. It's this, you avoid the rocks, you jump into the water, the water pushes you back against the rocks, smashes you and you die. You get the picture. Ther other beach was good. But, quite obviously with a driver like the one we had, we were on the wrong beach. Anyway, it was a nice beach, with nice sand and shining blue sea. However, there was this one thing; it's coast had a little slope to it. There was this family, who were going mad in the water. Like, they were so happy or something, they were going mad. Also, that was the only other family in the beach beside ours. Yes. We were in a really wrong beach, you can imagine.
So what happened was, the four of us were standing on the coast when my sister went wild and caught hold of my hand, dragging me into the water. Before I could get over the shock, she let go of my hand and started doing the Titanic pose. And before I could understand what the hell was happening, a wild wave appeared and threw me off balance. As if that wasn't enough, the wave literally washed me like I was in a goddamn washing machine. I experienced the "I-saw-my-life-flash-in-front-of-me" moment. The wave went back and I looked to my side. My sister wasn't there. She was shouting from the coast to me, along with my parents, "Crawl! Crawl before the waves come back!". Yes. I crawled like a gorilla towards them. And I was crying, obviously. Not because I nearly died in the water, or that the water could have actually taken me into the sea and I'd have been dead and not be alive to create a blog and narrate this story. I cried because my hair got wet in salty water. I felt stupid thinking about it then. I feel stupid thinking about it now. I cried anyway. Also, the bathtub at the hotel wasn't so lovely anymore.
P.S. Anwesha Madhukalya wasn't with us on this trip because she was doing a better job than nearly drowning in sea-water, crying because there was salt in the hair and dragging people in the water and doing the Titanic pose without a fair warning.
Now, I was really excited and happy when I learnt that we would be visiting a beach - a real one. And so we made a trip to Pondicherry from Bangalore, Karnataka, by road. We hired a driver. No, let me be more specific - we hired a potato for a driver. I mean, fine. You don't know our language (Assamese; also, nobody was expecting to hear him speak Assamese out of the blue) But he should have at least known how to speak Hindi, or any other language that we'd understand (which would be Hindi still). but no. I swear we could have interacted with a potato better than this guy. He'd also taken us through a road which was lonely and dark ( dark because it was getting darker) and which had ancient forts at distances on either sides (I could almost hear a female ghost shouting or singing "Aami je tumar") And when it was finally night, the forts seemed all the more scarier and sinister. In addition to that, my sister, Amrita Madhukalya, out of being bored to her bones, wanted to watch "Taare Zamein Par". In the car. Yes, you did see the word 'car'. Mom, dad and I were too tired to ridicule her. So yes, we finally reached Pondicherry and entered the first hotel we got, Annamalai. Very nice hotel. I loved the bathtub.
So, moving on, the next day was normal, excluding the fact that I and my sister posed for a local newspaper (I could see Portuguese people admiring us while reading the newspaper next day) and I having a miniature tsunami like incident ( I suggest you do not plan any beach trip with my sister. It could be your last).
Let's focus on the tsunami incident since the paper-posing wasn't that pretty ( neither was the tsunami one, but was pretty interesting ). So, that day we went to two beaches. One was not really a beach. It had a rocky cliff sort of a coast. It's this, you avoid the rocks, you jump into the water, the water pushes you back against the rocks, smashes you and you die. You get the picture. Ther other beach was good. But, quite obviously with a driver like the one we had, we were on the wrong beach. Anyway, it was a nice beach, with nice sand and shining blue sea. However, there was this one thing; it's coast had a little slope to it. There was this family, who were going mad in the water. Like, they were so happy or something, they were going mad. Also, that was the only other family in the beach beside ours. Yes. We were in a really wrong beach, you can imagine.
So what happened was, the four of us were standing on the coast when my sister went wild and caught hold of my hand, dragging me into the water. Before I could get over the shock, she let go of my hand and started doing the Titanic pose. And before I could understand what the hell was happening, a wild wave appeared and threw me off balance. As if that wasn't enough, the wave literally washed me like I was in a goddamn washing machine. I experienced the "I-saw-my-life-flash-in-front-of-me" moment. The wave went back and I looked to my side. My sister wasn't there. She was shouting from the coast to me, along with my parents, "Crawl! Crawl before the waves come back!". Yes. I crawled like a gorilla towards them. And I was crying, obviously. Not because I nearly died in the water, or that the water could have actually taken me into the sea and I'd have been dead and not be alive to create a blog and narrate this story. I cried because my hair got wet in salty water. I felt stupid thinking about it then. I feel stupid thinking about it now. I cried anyway. Also, the bathtub at the hotel wasn't so lovely anymore.
P.S. Anwesha Madhukalya wasn't with us on this trip because she was doing a better job than nearly drowning in sea-water, crying because there was salt in the hair and dragging people in the water and doing the Titanic pose without a fair warning.
