A knife and A Head to cut

I believe everyone goes to have a haircut. Even i do...when i wake up in the morning and look into the mirror and find myself all shabby....kinda realize that Yea! i need to get a hair cut! But this day was different..The football tournament was coming up and i needed a football hairdo...hehe...something which people can notice while i play...So i went in the evening to the barber shop close to my college...it was raining heavily....i had a hard time in reaching there coz i don have an umbrella....the name of the barber shop was....GOOD LUCK....wonder why?....I reached there and saw the barber working on someone, so he told me to wait....I found myself a small place and sat...with magazines on the table....Semi porn, Movie magazines , sports, news.....these were my choices to select from....I took the news magazine coz i was outta touch of what was happening in the world....i kept hearing about investment firms collapsing and going bankrupt...so something was definitely happening in the world...But this news magazine just contained hell lot about local politics and accidents and matrimonials!....So i turned myself to the TV were a comedy programme was being shown and thats how i spent the time until my turn came.....

He called me....plz sit on the chair...."awrite",i said....I sat in this chair which looked like the electric chairs we see in the movies....a head rest on the top and a provision to incline it too...The barber had a long beard...black hair at the centre and white at the sides....he knew his style i would say....I was in front of a mirror.....a table in front of me....on which there were scissors, knives, blades....i was like a client paying to get myself killed....i believe everyone has heard that terrorists are made to feel like Kings before they go and get themselves blown up....well the barber had something like this in his mind i guess.....From a wardrobe he took a velvet red cloth....it felt so smooth on my neck....he tied the back of it behind my neck...tightening it....he could have finished me there...a nice tight strangle and it would have done the job...but he tied it just intact....he asked me..."What should i do to u today?"...i was like...(holy shit...hez gonna do it)....but i replied.."ahem..well...i need a football hairdo....small hair and nice style".....he had a glow in his eyes...guess he was thinking.."I am gonna give u one which u will remember for the rest of ur life......(if u are alive that is...Buhahahaha).....he took the scissors and a comb....started cutting chunks of hair....it felt like droplets of water falling on my shoulders except it was itching a bit.....he went from the top...to the sides....i could hear the constant snapping of the scissors.....chuck chuck....i was scared when he was cutting the sides...one small mistake and i cud be without a ear...he trimmed that part and moved on to finer cutting....for which he needed smaller...Sharper....better scissors....and a smaller comb....he took that from a small box which he had....which contained all his weapons of mass destruction....he did some finer chops here and there and then went on to Stage 3 were he took a blade and stuck it into razor...and he waved the hand in such a way that i thought.........he asked me whether i wanted my side locks removed...."whatever SIR...please do it fast and quick"...i din want a slow death....he slided the blade along my skin....behind my ear...then the neck....he said .."its over"....did my heart stop beating....i looked into the mirror....i could see any red fluid flowing....no cuts....no blood...i was still intact........i paid him his money and i ran...it was raining.....stilll.....i was scared....i ran to my room....and then took a bath fast....and then finally looked into the mirror......THAT M****in azol had given me the crapiest haircut ever....

~When Time Runs Slow~

I felt a jolt on my shoulder,a pinch, and then some sprinkling of cold water on my face. I opened my eyes and saw Shetty saying something about an event, a race where i had to be in. I couldn open my eyes...vodka still flowing in my blood after the final year party i had been to. I was in first year then. The introduction to seniors in such a way wasnt really an ideal occasion. So i woke up and uttered," dude wats the time ?" and he replied it was half past 10. I had to be there at the reporting stands in 10 minutes. So i brushed...put on my half sleeves and a bermuda which was lying in the laundry bag...what the hell anywayz!....Shetty cycled me to the ground...a hot day it was...burning the sand beneath my feet....and it was a day....a day to remember!

It was the sports day....not a sports meet...a day when there are classes and atheletes would have to cut them to participate in their events. Ballz to extracurriculars...thats my college policy. So i was standing there without having the slightest consciousness of what i was to do!

(timetravelling 3 days back...i remember hitting the fastest time for the 200 m race.....yeah...m an athelete...i run...sprint....its a joy!)

Spotting me a friend came and asked.."hey pai! why do u seem so dull" to which i narrated the whole drunken night story....Shockingly 'she' went and brought me some lime...assuming that would help me! While sipping it i could feel it run through my "food tube" (lol) and reach my stomach. I wasnt prepared....i din know how i could get through it. I heard the speakers bark itself out....200 m sprint...the finalists are..~~~~~~....please proceed to the starting point. It struck me....Fuck....what do i do! Borrowing a pair of boots i walked through the crowd to the starting point....warming up....jogging for a while...jumping...stretching my body....my muscles were barely responding....I was screwed...i knew that....But there are times when the mental strenght can overcome the physical! Thats why brain cells are the strongest!....

The event in charge came and took out the lots....i had to pick one....dug my hand into the jar and looked into the folded piece of paper...lane 3...i told him....as he instructed me to take my position....

So there i was stranded with 6 other people...each having their pathway to success....a 100 eyes staring at us....Who would be the best...who would beat the time....i took my postion...bend down....my left leg tugged under my crotch and my right leg seemingly stretched...Its alwayz customary to keep the boosting leg in that position...no one taught me this....well thats how its done in the olympics... :D ....I could smell my sweat....dropping from my forehead to my eyes...then my nose....and blowing it from my mouth...breathing hard....telling myself...i can do it...the wind clashing with my hair and body...i could feel it streamlining....All i saw was my track....nothing else...."Atheletes, on your mark"...i have to do it..."get set"...i will do it...."GO"...i bolted from my stand...adrenaline pumping....hands moving till my chest....legs thrusted to maximum capacity....I was sprinting....giving maximum capacity to my legs...Run bitch run....covering 150 m of the track i checked my sides...i could see none...i looked straight...i saw shetty with his gleaming eyes...smiling....i still put my maximum....shit can happen...you never know....i streamed into the finish line...clocked a 22 second mark....i was the best...i won the gold....it was a victory!!!!

~Adios~
Pai

Who Am I????

Have u ever wondered where u are from? Or what your cultural history is? In this modern age we dont keep track of all this but let me tell u mine....How my people started off and where i am now and how my life has changed!
I am a part of a community called Gowd Saraswat Brahmins. They are from a race of Aryans who initially lived in the mountains of kashmir. But soon after they migrated from there to the banks of River Saraswat. The goddess of the river appeared before them and told them they could have the food from the flowing water ie. fish. That is how they were termed Gowd Saraswat brahmins owing their name to the river where they started their civilization! And that is how we started eating fish too :P . After the river dried they moved to the coasts of malabar and the Goan coast. After the portugese took over the Goan lands most of them where converted into christians but the language was retained...Konkani. Konkani has various dialects. People in the southern part of Kerala have a different style from the northen part. I am from the northern part....Kasargod which is the last district of Kerala. There are a number of people living in these areas....Kasargod, Ernakulam and so on. There are a lot of people from Karnataka too.

If u ask me where i am from i wouldnt have an answer because i was born in Kerala but brought up in other places. My father works in a bank so he often moves from places to places owing to transfers. As i have learnt from my parents, we were first settled in Kasargod when i was lil baby. Then we moved to Chandigarh where i did my nursery :D . After 2 years due to problems in chandigarh we had to move to Trivandrum where i did my UKG. My dad got promoted there and we were shifted to Bangalore. Now this was a prominent period in my life. Six years in one city. A city with different people from various nativities. Since we lived in an apartment i had a chance to mingle with a lot of people from different places. Tamilians, Kannadigas, Maharashtrians......all of em...and that is why i know a lot of languages. I studied in an ICSE school there, a tough curriculum to be in! hehe....but my English got better. I remember we were fined 5 rs for speaking in Kannada in school.LOL...What a punishment eh! Revenue generation i say! After a long period in bangalore my dad got promoted and we shifted to the cultural capital of Kerala...Thrissur. A beautiful place with amazing people. This is where i made the bond. My heart merged with the place. The poeple the serenity of the place consumed me! I made a lot of good friends here.....Chinmaya Vidyalaya where i studied....7th to 12th....a school that gave my more than what i could give back. A place which moulded my personality! And now i am in calicut....NITC!!!!! with a lot of friends and pals from thrissur and i still love being with them.
My vacations in college, though, are in Mumbai.....shining city of India....dad got transferred there. A hectic place to be in but being with friends makes the place beautiful!

This is my story of where i was.....so u tell me....if u ask me where i am from....what should i say??? You tell me!