The drunks, long haired and in heavy metal band t-shirts, had apparently mistimed their alcohol intake and were currently in show-mode few hours ahead of the music event in the evening. The policeman obviously was not in the mood to accommodate their inebriated views and their presence which was developing into a nuisance for passersby in a public area.
The moment they realised I was up to no good, their expectant smiles turned to smirks and soon rat-a-tat rejoinders came my way to clear the scene. Apparently my car was hogging the eyeball space of their fish stall.
The Scandalous Secret (now book titles are very important if you were to find yourself in a Airport bookshop and searching for a quick read) and like JM says, scandals are cool as long as someone else plays lead honours in them.
There is an urban legend that the Sainik School auditorium and the long corridors leading from it to the main block were modeled on the lines of a ship. Ship or no ship, the magnificence of the building lies in the first impression it makes on a cadet when he reports for admission in VI standard.
There is no tale, about IHM Kovalam, that can be completed without the ubiquitous Mohan Chettan’s mention. He is a part of our active memory, an ageless edifice, with whom some of the most important events of the Institute are connected.
We sat there, as the gala of lights came on at dusk, the then Ashok Beach Resort, a Charles Correa creation built in the swinging 60s, at the height of the counter-culture.
In Kerala, just as it has done for numerous millennia, the element of water has unfailingly played the prima donna in an annual ballet cued by nature.
The IHM Chronicles Series
On My Nightstand
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