Me an inmate at kaala paani???

... Wake up. Do you want to get whipped? Save your rebellion and energy for the breakout...Wake up now.I woke up groggily...As my consciousness returned, I noticed that I wasn't on my comfortable bed but on a coarse hard surface of some sort. I opened my eyes slowly and the world slipped into focus (Clichéd eh? Its true though).... I saw a weather worn, rugged face staring at me. Aaah!! I yelled and I would've bolted too, but the man held me in a vice like grip. "Do you want to get both of us flogged? Behave yourself! This is kaala paani prison not a circus" he scolded. What balderdash, I thought; I should be safely in Chennai city preparing to go to college!

The man gave a long sigh and said, "Get ready, its time to start work.We will attempt to escape soon.Anthony is diggimg a tunnel....." . He continued speaking, but I wasn't listening anymore. I thought I heard TRUMPETS in the background. (No I am not kidding. I heard trumpets! I can’t be mistaken. My dad is in the Army so I've heard them before. No mistakes there) I looked around the room (Or should I say cell?), it was dimly lit and bare, save thin rugs on the floor, one of which I found myself sitting on :). As I peered through the gloom I noticed a narrow grill window far above my head. A little light filtered through it in beams but did not reach the ground.

I heard a harsh call,"Come out or get beatings and have no food for a week!". Turning around, I peered through a narrow grill door set in the wall. The owner of the voice presently came into view through the bars.He was a evidently guard of some sort, clad in a khaki uniform and a queer, tall green cap. Had the situation been any different I would've burst out laughing at this comic apparition, but the stern look on his face silenced me. He then proceeded to place chains and fetters on the both of us. I was too surprised to protest. And I moved out double quick with my ...friend? (I assumed he was....) . I blanched, seeing the long whip the guard flaunted.

We joined a thousand other fettered prisoners wearing thin cotton kurtas and trousers in various shades of brown (For lack of a better description! The prison clothes were torn and grimy. I thought that they might have been white originally. An unbearable stench hung in the air.). Quite anxiously now, I joined the long line. After attending to natures call, we were sent to a nearby shed, I assumed that it was where we would do hard labour :( . I moved, but not quickly enough! I yelped as I heard a whip crack and a harsh "move fast", luckily the whip (A long thick brown rope one made from vines, if you must know.... Shudder!! ) missed me by a hairs breadth. I hurried up and attempted to talk to a fellow prisoner (He was a tall wiry chap with a black goatee.... He kept silent.I realised, too late, that it was a wise move). At this point the guard lost his patience, yanked me out of the line and began to march me away from the others. I caught occasional sympathetic glances, as I was hurried away. The guard was muttering dire threats as he pushed (Brrr.. Absolutely blood curdling ones) As we moved, I began to hear cries of Aaarh Govindaaa Govindaaaaa (In an unbearably pained voice) I gulped and as we moved the voices got louder louder and louderand louder still...

My eyes jerked open, I noticed my grandmother yelling at me to hurry up and move before I missed the bus. I had dozed off on the sofa!!Ad I noticed with a jump that a Bhajan was blaring from the T.V. "Govinda Govinda". Aah I escaped from Kaala Pani the dreaded prison!!! Yeah right!!!!!.... What a nightmare... I bolted out of the door, grabbing my bag and books, when I noticed the time was 7:40. Shit! I'm late. Stupid bhajan scared the living daylights out of me...Damn!! Why can't they hire someone who sings well for a change? Those monstrous cries of govinda were heart rending, painful....

I better come clean now and tell you that this whole post is loosely based on a real dream of mine (I dreamt it a couple of days ago). I’ve been to Andaman and Nicobar and visited the Cellular jail or Kaala Paani or Black Water prison (3 names....). I haven't stuck entirely to the dream except for the govinda part (grin ;) )
I want all of us to think about what it took to gain India its freedom. Remember those selfless fighters. On a lighter note DD channel needs to change that awful bhajan singer before someone decides to kill him and end his piteous moaning.

Your usual,average mad rush

Hai! First up, welcome readers, so glad you heard about, found or more likely stumbled upon my blog.If you are brave enough, read on and find out about me. I have a crazzy life, a sharp mind, clumsy gait, awful awful spex and a thirst to prove myself.I care for my friends and family (as do everyone) and for those who know it I am an affectionate person .
Venture down to the main block of Easwari Engineering College Chennai and more likely than not, you'll find someone in a mad rush.For a moment, you'll see curly black hair , big executive bifocals(brown shell frame yukk), a too formal shirt and trousers, a card whipping past attached to the neck by a rope, hurtling pell mell towads you and then, whooosh, the apparition is gone before you can say "whoa".You'll more likely than not hear a shouted sorry, if, you're jostled out of the way(Didn't jump away fast enough? Never mind you'll learn). Now I can guarantee with 100% certainty that what you saw was me(and I am not proud of it!).
Want to know more?Sure keep reading this blog and you'll see loads more!!!