EVENINGS at VIZAG

A first in part of a triology. Subtitled: Journey for peacedom. Location:RK beach, Vishakapatnam.

After being fleeced by Hyderabadi autowallahs and harassed by Vijaywada booking clerks I finally reach Vizag. I head to the beach and sit down; bespectacled, barefooted, cross-legged...its the Lotus Mudra posture. The bikini-clad foreigners come and snap photos around me assuming me, considering my handlebar moustache and beard, to be some baba, fakir, miracle man...of mystical India!! I try not to ogle at their breasts. I stare ahead at the far horizon aware that I am looking at the Bay of Bengal. I wonder if I could swim through I would reach...Mumbai. The world is round remember!!

And in this east coastal horizon where the sun never sets I came to find some peace. I feel the cool wind ruffling my hair. My nipples stiffen with the chill and due to those women around I find something else stifling too.

But I close my eyes and concentrate. I imagine a ring inside a ring inside a bigger ring. A series of concentric rings. And I pick up colours and paint them. Bright red orange purple. I feel peace at heart, my faith is restored. Those eccentric rings are the symbols of never ending joy, strengthing with each one to its core. I light up a fag and allow the waves to gently kiss my bottom.

I go to the beach side shack and order a large antiquity blue and extremely spicy tiger prawns. Heaven! Here I rejoice!!

And Maria blurts in, "Why don't you click some photo-shotos. Its such a beautiful place."

I flatly tell her to fuck off!

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N.B.: The author refuses to publish any new posts for a few days because he is a little pissed off with his world right now.

Much more actually!!!

 

P.S.: He is pissed off most of the time!!!!