Sun-Beeast

Its ten o clock in the morning. The sun's already up and burning. It was only then did I realize the validity of the phrase 'India Shining'. My shirt's stuck to my back, soaked in my sweat. The sight however was stupendous. It was glaringly amazing, like in the wild wild west movies. Wait a minute, the feel however did not match wild wild west. It was more of a 'Sudrence in Arabia' types. Not even a hint of a breeze. Vayu was supposedly dead, rather, just never existed in this part of India. To top this all, I was actually out for a smoke. My mind wanted its share of nicotine to assume its relaxed state. But my now-totally-wet and tired body couldn't take the heat. Its really haunting, the fact that you are holding something worth 7 rupees and more importantly, an aid to soothe your mind, and that you are actually planning to throw it away. 'I could atleast put it off and keep the rest', I tried convincing myself. 'But what if some wayward Prof actually saw you smoking and might even have the time to frisk you for evidence. It could spell a sem back, dude', was the reply. Trust me, back then, a simple 'NO' could have convinced me. So, shattered by the bereavement of the magic stick, I began my doomed walk back towards 'shadier' heavens. The closest one I could spot was around 100 metres away. I made a dash for it, knowing it was now or never. I would get there, or die trying. I could visualise the dreamland the shades promised me. Fake gulps of water went down my throat, it could have been due to the vivid visualisation. A smirk broke across my sweaty face as I tried to reason why that would happen. My brain seemed to know what to do. It was preparing for hibernate mode. I was running out of steam. But that wasnt the end of my woes. It had been a considerable amount of time since I started running and still hadnt reached the promised land. It was then that I realised that my eyes were playing with me. The closest spot of retirement was now 100 m away. Undeterred by the smirk-wiping news, I continued my dash. This had to be the longest lasting dash in my entire life, or so it seemed. And so tiring, so very tiring that I just couldnt complete the entire stretch in one go. I had covered approx 85m when I clearly had lost all idea of what was happening, most probably due to the lack of glucose for my brain (or as well-read people call it, food for thought :). With just 15m left, I felt exactly how Usain Bolt would have felt at Beijing this year. Except that the bastard slowed down to complete the remaining length, and I completely stopped. I couldn't take it. Bending down and panting for life, I was a goner. And as my luck would have it, thats when a bee decided to sting me !!!!

It was ten past ten in the morning. The sun was already up and burning.My shirt was stuck to my back, soaked in my sweat.It was a 'Sudrence in Arabia'. Not even a hint of a breeze. I had run 150m like a madman. And that is precisely when a bee decides I need to be stung !!! I screamed. I screamed in exhilarating pain. At last, something to divert my attention of the heat. I screamed. I screamed to thank the bee. It had actually done some good, even though it could have meant the dehydration of a drop of honey(what a loss to beekind( it was that frieking hot, but you get the idea)). I screamed. I screamed to inform the other worldly aliens that we were here. They needed to know. I broke down. I fell down in a heap. I thought of you. I smiled. I blogged.