The third day started off at 8 something. It was our last day of stay at the hotel in Port Blair. After vacating our rooms, we had time to kill before the ferry at 12 something to another island called Havelock. After another breakfast buffet on the house, we started off to the local science museum. Apparently having arrived early, we loitered around the spot. The museum was atop a hill and it steeps down to meet the sea. Rocks were put in jagged and menacing parallel rows facing the sea. There were migratory birds flying around. A soft drizzle appeared and the coconut trees swayed towards the sea. Shrubs had been erected and dried bamboo was used to protect it from grazing animals. We could see the Ross island through the fog on the other end of the sea. The museum finally opened and we spent an hour or so there. It was a small museum that housed practical models of basic physical laws and couple of ocean models of se wave formation and so on. A proper school kid kind of museum. 

When it was time, we started to the Directorate of Shipping Services where passenger and cargo vessels were docked. Tickets had to be pre booked. Our vessel was named M V Strait Island. It was a magnificent three floor/deck ferry. It could accommodate 74 people in the main passenger area and 20 more below. We entered into the passenger area, complete with AC and rounded windows that let us glimpse a little of the sea. The ship started sailing and pulled slowly away from the ocean. As the ship moved, it carved a way in the sea for itself and pulled it away from the beautiful sketches and landscapes. A perfect Nat Geo motion picture was running in 3D. We went up to the main deck, and inspite of the drizzle that clothed us, we stood there excited. My sister got a little high and started dancing to her own tunes.

My parents fancied seeing a submarine and clicked pictures. After having had recorded ample snaps and video, I retired to get a good noon nap. Havelock was only 38 km from Port Blair, but it took us 3 hours to reach the place. It also stopped for a while at Neil Island in between. A little while later, we docked into another forlorn white sand beach where people where waiting at a bridge to board the ship. They were going back to the main land.  

My tryst with a hill town. Havelock was far less adequate in infrastructure as compared to Port Blair. The roads had potholes for one; people depended on generators for electricity, and we had a jeep for a ride. Oooh, sexy it was.

After a 20 min ride we reached our resort. Yes sir, beach side ones. Perfect landscaping, rows of cottages, green and brown splashed up; it was brilliant. Refreshing ourselves, we started off to Radhanagar Beach; which was actually due the next day. We simply thought we could grab some other event the next day. Everyone claimed the beach was Asia’s second largest beach. It was a long stretch of white sand. There was a turtle hatchery but I guessed it wasn’t season yet as there were none in it. My parents went on to wet their legs in the slow waves that gushed ashore. My brother and me wanted to check out as far as we could before the beach could be closed at 5:30. Yes sir, no lamps, so it warranted the need to wrap up before sun down.

There was a small lagoon sorta lake nearby. Clear water that harboured many a tadpole and several marsh living shrubs. Close by there was an outpost that resembled ones in AOE. A high rise bamboo structure looked a perfect romantic spot if only the sun had gone down and there was a little stubborn lighting. Nevertheless, we spied our parents from atop.

Beside the outpost a eerie one stretch road snaked its way between trees and a forest farm. We went as far as we could, it was lonely a bit and then the excitement died down. So we turned around and came out to clear the place for now. There were hawkers nearby and my mom quenched her never dying thirst to shop for her sisters.

The sensory receptors present under the skin perceive anything that applies a pressure over it or heats it.

After you have smiled and played back those memories many times enough, don’t you understand now, why touch phones flourish in the market. Vision and Touch. Yet still, nothing can replace the warmth of being cocooned in another’s arms, safe and secure or even the warmth of enclosing someone within your arms.  

The world turned around almost 180 times before I could gather my entire lazy butt to do something I always loved. Write.

Hello it’s a pleasure to meet you again. Isn’t it?

I have seemed to have reached my fourties already, huffing and puffing after a few steps. But, gorging on, somehow still remains stuck to me. A little chubbiness as from school days, but yet the obstinate rascal inside.  I had principles back then. Wearing and tearing off few, I sort of got out my own bounds. Would you call me the same?

I have families now. And they have their own funny way of being called. And being a part of each surely is sublime. Why am I saying this? Because, being a part of a group turns you inside out. There’s no where you can hide. So why do? Get to know yourself better.

Everyone seems to have a blog nowadays. Positively it is healthy I must say, but you begin to be lost in the vast sea of commonness. Pen you see my friends was born as mud smears and dyes. It attained puberty when it got a solid cover with liquid insides. Then pretty much later, things changed. The liquid hardened too. And as it grew to be a teenager, it wore faces with markings on it. Touching one, the symbol appeared on a screen staring blankly at you. Mind you, ways of expression got restricted as the pen grew older. But the user grew wiser. And heavier (yes it is a pun!).

Yes, I am heading nowhere. I never did. Why does life need to have a definite purpose? Why can’t I do things as they are? Why do you need road maps for projects? Why do you need a scheduled college hour? Why do you need day? Why do you need night? I’ll never know. It’s always cozy to grab a pillow and stretch yourself away to a deep slumber whenever you felt like it. Snore!!  

I sound desperate don’t I ?

To Choco Lava Cake and its thick juicy insides.

To Mango, its seductive flavor and taste.

To food, satiating hunger of the needy.

Apparently I ought to talk on something. And apparently I had infinity as the limit to choose my area from. Well, here’s the catch. ANYTHING!! To be frank, I have no idea what I am going to be talking about. “You told me you prepared for this crap” you might ask. Cause you have the full right to. Owing to be made to sit through all the bore, each other of my friends had you people go through. But alas, it is not you to decide now is it? Ha!!

When I first heard this talk about, each of us talking on something came across, I gloated in pride. The fact that I did well at this oratory contest or the other, “glucose perked” my confidence. But, when I came to sit, to plan to sketch another something that would have got my name, in history books of this prestigious school, I was blank. 


On top of my brilliant looking eyes, I had what one might term as a Constipated Mind. Constipated yes, referring in full meaning, to the counterpart Constipated Bowel. I did do a little bit of poking around, pulling up more smelly ideas, but none succeeded to pass, through the narrow exit of verbal presentation. Alas I was at loss.

And then, I gave up the whole idea of trying to make an impression and got down to write, about something, anything. Desperate I was. Needed inspiration I did. Flipped channels, this that. Wig headed stars, extremely ugly tv comperers, pot bellied politicians were all that I could come across. They spoke, spoke and spoke. But, I being a student of DAV, did something, others would not have. I listened and analysed what they were talking about. And LO! I found something

And it’s a secret people, trust me! And I am not telling you. Not unless you make a blood pact with me, that you would never tell it to anyone. **None of them actually made sense**. And that’s when it happened. Light bulbs lit up, bells rang. No, I dint see a girl. That’s the Mozhi’s version. Rather had a brainstorm. Thunder power.

So all that is important now is, when you people get back at the end of the day, I’m sure a faint smile will cross your pretty faces and you’d say. “Yes! Irshad did make an impression today.” ThankYou