The Search & The Big Fight
As soon as the sun, the oh-so gloriously hot sun set down a bit, our hero S sets out of his college with his friend U. For what? They are searching for stories. They desperately wanna find stories to tell their newspaper readers. Stories that would inform the reader. Stories that would interest the reader.
And where do they go, in this miserable lousy town where nothing really happens. The answer: they go to no particular place. Just walk around town, and you'll get stories. S even remembered his sir telling the class that "if they walk the whole length of a road, they should be able to spot 95 stories."
As they walk towards one of the innumerable lakes, they spot a group of women in some kinda meeting. Ah, here's a story, thinks S. Equipped with almost nil knowledge of the local language(Malayalam), S begins to converse with the women. Why are they here? What do they do? Smells a story, not a very great one though.
Leaves the place after playing 'box-box' with a kid.
S and U walk to the railway tracks, and talk to the bored-to-death guard there. Then, they walk along the tracks for almost two kms. Two kms of tracks, some greenery, two tunnels and lots of shit.
They reach the railway station and turn right there, instead of choosing the normal course of left. Only to go into a quiet lane full of houses and offices. In between two offices with weird names stood a small house.
And, an old man was in it.
Starting a conversation by asking what his neighbour two offices were upto, S and U slowly poke their nose into other things. What work do you do, they ask the old man. To which he replies, with the enthusiasm of a child, that he is a painter and loves painting. And they pester, what's your age, what kinda paintings do you paint...
He is 95 years old.
What a beautiful story. Ever heard of a 95-year-old man painting pictures that look exactly like photographs?
The Grand Search was over.
Night: Tonight ended with a really Big Fight. Between my friend U and his Bengali-counterpart S. The guards intervened, and based on a complaint from S, complained to KTO and M.
KTO himself called me twice to ask what the problem was. After a big showdown in front of our insti, the Big Fight is now finally over(it's continuing here near our workstations).
It's gonna become a big problem, for sure.
And where do they go, in this miserable lousy town where nothing really happens. The answer: they go to no particular place. Just walk around town, and you'll get stories. S even remembered his sir telling the class that "if they walk the whole length of a road, they should be able to spot 95 stories."
As they walk towards one of the innumerable lakes, they spot a group of women in some kinda meeting. Ah, here's a story, thinks S. Equipped with almost nil knowledge of the local language(Malayalam), S begins to converse with the women. Why are they here? What do they do? Smells a story, not a very great one though.
Leaves the place after playing 'box-box' with a kid.
S and U walk to the railway tracks, and talk to the bored-to-death guard there. Then, they walk along the tracks for almost two kms. Two kms of tracks, some greenery, two tunnels and lots of shit.
They reach the railway station and turn right there, instead of choosing the normal course of left. Only to go into a quiet lane full of houses and offices. In between two offices with weird names stood a small house.
And, an old man was in it.
Starting a conversation by asking what his neighbour two offices were upto, S and U slowly poke their nose into other things. What work do you do, they ask the old man. To which he replies, with the enthusiasm of a child, that he is a painter and loves painting. And they pester, what's your age, what kinda paintings do you paint...
He is 95 years old.
What a beautiful story. Ever heard of a 95-year-old man painting pictures that look exactly like photographs?
The Grand Search was over.
Night: Tonight ended with a really Big Fight. Between my friend U and his Bengali-counterpart S. The guards intervened, and based on a complaint from S, complained to KTO and M.
KTO himself called me twice to ask what the problem was. After a big showdown in front of our insti, the Big Fight is now finally over(it's continuing here near our workstations).
It's gonna become a big problem, for sure.
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