Wednesday 9 February 2011

How We Named Jagat

Cows. Harsh. Om.

So this is why this place is called 'Cow's Ear'
You can't walk a straight line without stepping into cow poo…wait, cow poo is too cute a word! Bullshit just about covers it.

TmP (a.k.a. Pari), SharBear (a.k.a. AWme) and Tups are in a rickety little auto winding our way towards the beach. Robin Hood Auto driver (a.k.a. Harsh) is pleased with our parcels and our pockets...The first glance of Om beach is a heart-stopping, breathtaking moment. The rickiti-ness of the auto increases with the ascent.

Tups: If TmP managed to get that bus, we'll manage to get a place at Ganesh Cafe.
SharBear: We better! These bottles are making my bag heavy! :(
TmP: I wonder if they sell batteries here. I need to get my camera working.

Arrival. Brunch. Bliss.

TmP: *looks at scenery, drools over hash-browns, smiles in serenity*
Tups: *hyperactive bunny hop* OMG, OMG, OMG!
SharBear: *unable to complete her sentences* Those guys are arr...


Tired Town. Multi-coloured Skirts. Tag-alongs.

It wasn’t love at first sight. The first time TmP saw him she could only think of how badly she really wanted to cross the road and spend whatever little she had rolled into her pocket.
It wasn’t love at first sight. The second time Tups saw him she could only think of how badly she really wanted to cross the road and spend whatever little she had rolled into her pocket.
It wasn’t love at first sight. The last time SharBear called him she could only think of how badly she really wanted him to be here.

Tash: Poof! Me so tired.
Nboy: Damn! It’s hot here!
Rboy: Hi, I’m Rohit…
SharBear: You are not a Rohit. You are a Jagat!

Silence. Laughter. Acceptance.

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