Gray Pride
………..A captivating Story that’ll freak you out
This happened decades ago when I was a college student, and with friends led a carefree life. We believed that all good things were free Once a few of us decided to embark on some adventure & made grand plans. Though I don’t recall the details clearly, I know we travelled to a very beautiful nature hotspot which was popular for some reason which I don’t remember now..
Many years have elapsed and I cannot recall that place. But I still remember the famous shrine we visited en route. Though I don’t remember the name of the shrine , its splendor is firmly etched in my mind. So I have tried to sketch the same for you to enjoy its beauty. .
At the shrine , we met a very famous person . We had a very interesting conversation with him. I can’t even remember his face nor recollect his name now. We became enamored with his knowledge. As we were about to leave something horrible happened. . Even today I shudder thinking about it. But, I really can’t recollect details of the dreadful occurrence.
We travelled further.I faintly remember that it was either a
river or a lake and we crossed it in what looked like an enormous squeezed out half
of a lemon
As we were having some snacks, strange black birds surrounded
us . Then dozens of furry black faced creatures with long tails descended from
trees and tried to steal our food. All of us were mighty scared. This was one
of the most pleasurable trips we
made. The wonderful memories are firmly
etched in my mind.
The Shrine
. I have lost touch with
the friends who were with me on the trip.One
among them was my closest collage
mate. His name started with the letter R
(or was it M) ? . Any way, I hope and pray that one of them locates me on FB or
recognizes himself in the sketch above and connects with me.That will greatly
help me put pieces together in this
story .
Me Friend Friend Friend
My description of the adventure became so popular that I
have
narrated this at several
gatherings.
Recently I was invited
to some place which I cannot recollect
now to address young trainees . To give
them motivation to do better I recounted
the story of our adventure. The kids listened with
rapt attention.As I concluded they were so thrilled that they tried to throw some greenish sticky balls at me, the ones we
find slapped on to outer walls of homes in villages.. But, other older boys
prevented them . It was an emotional moment. I was not able to enjoy the
adulation of the audience. I left with my colleague who later informed that he
even detected a teardrop (of pride) in
the corner of my left eye.
All of a sudden memory came to my aid. Yes the discs on the wall ,the name of which I am not able to recollect now is used for some purpose in rural homes. But why were they throwing those gooey balls in my direction with so much passion ? I’m confident that The madasambrani in me will find out shortly. And that will be another inspiring story.
