Uncle chips- aunty's processing weapon

What does one do when one gets a topic such as " Uncle chip- aunty's processing weapon" as their adzap topic? Well yeah that had us thinking or a bit too, but then when yu have mokkai queens such as supri, me and vedha around, there's never a lack of humour even in the worst of topics.

The whole act was just so much fun, and though i must honestly say i was a bit scared about the rebutal,there were instances when we left the judges with nothing to say :) end result? FIRST PLACE!!!!!

And after all that fun, came the creative writing.. hey don get me wrong, creative writing was fun too.. but the topics? uh! well! um! i'd rather not comment...

So here's the crap  i made up in 45 mins,, ENSAI!

(forgive me for the begining but thats how it was SUPPOSED to start.. as in thats the basic "topic")

"It was 8o'clock. I was late for my routine walk on the beach.The sky seemed dark, it felt like dusk so early in the morning. Prerna who usually accompanied me on my walks had fallen ill and today i had to walk alone. I couldn't find a single familiar  face on the beach that day. Sigh it really was pretty boring walking all alone. Prerna and my walks had become a routine. She'd come over to my place at 5.45 AM and try everything possible to wake me up and everyday she would miserably fail. It'd finally take her dog Sassy to lick my toes and get me awake (in utter disgust).Every day we'd start our walk from the crooked rain tree and walk all along the shore up till the broken marble statue. For us it wasn't the walk that was important but the gossip we shared during the walks. As i stared at the overcast sky, i thought of all the funny conversations we'd shared.

It was bad enough walking alone, but the fear of the heavens opening up any minute and engulfing the entire sea and land in a blanket of rain made the walk even more torturous than it already was.

As i walked along, my thoughts wandered and i thought about the dream i'd had the previous night. This was the third time i'd had the same dream. Each time it was the same thing, the vision getting stronger everytime.The dream started with me walking all alone on the beach in the evening- ' I didn't know what i was walkin towards, but i seemed to be pulled by some force. But each step was an effort as with each step i took, i seemed to be sinking further into the sand.'...

A drop of rain on my brow brought me back to reality. The sky looked even more threatening that it did earlier, there was a light drizzle. I looked around and noticed that even the handful of people whom i'd seen on the beach earlier seemed to be nowhere in sight. Perhaps they'd run for cover. All i knew was i was all alone on the vast of the  beach, quite like in my dream.

I thought about the dream again-' As i walked what seemed like an endless stretch, i suddenly picked up pace. Maybe out of the joy that i was getting closer to my destination, or maybe out of the fear of sinkin deeper into the sand. Voices from the sea seemed to be calling out to me, but i paid no heed to them and i ran.. I ran for what seemed like forever'....

I noticed it was getting harder for me to walk. My feet kept sinking into the now moist sand. The tide had risen and waves stretched out further, some of them pricking the tips of my toes as i walked. A disturbing wind seemed to be blowing.It howled just like the voices in my dream. I quickened my pace...

Eventhough it was getting closer, i was drenched in sweat, more out of anxiety than out of the exhaustion from the walk.The last part of my dream had me running towards the marble statue- 'I'd run towards it as if i was about to find a long lost treasure, suddenly i'd stop, and there he would be, in the shadow  of the statue, the gray old man.

There he would stand, with his peircing gray eyes, an olive green blanket around his shoulders and an "ek tara" in his hand. He'd ruffle his hair, smoothen his gray beard and hum a verse in bengali. It was always the same verse and it never made any sense to me'

A sudden bolt of lightning pulled me out  of my thoughts. A clap of thunder followed and before i knew it, it was pouring!I could see the statue in the distance, i ran towards it...

Finally under some cover, i panted for breath! I felt a hand on my shoulder, my heart skipped a beat. i wondered....

I slowly turned around and there he was, jus as i'd seen him in my dreams, the same gray old  man, with the olive green blanket around his sholuders, the "ek tara" in his hand. The same peircing gray eyes.My feet refused to move, as if they'd been nailed to the ground. He ruffled his hair and repeated the verse i'd heard so many times in my dream.

"Jodhi thor dakshonekyo naashe,

Thaale ekla cholo re"

He seemed to understand the fear and confusion on my face, he smiled at me and i noticed a set of crooked yellow teeth. This time he hummed the verse in english.

"If nobody answers your calls,

trust yourself and walk alone"

I stood there in the rain watching him as he walked away strumming his ek tara, the gray old man...