Monday, August 01, 2005

the golden years....

for me.......the golden years wud b the time just before high school..

every day during our holidays, me and my cousin went hunting for hidden treasures and smugglers...our main locale being the kannur fort...after all, tipu sultan was there , so there was bound to be hidden treasures na?

i guess , reading too many enid blyton novels at that young age doesnt help either...

we used to stake out at the fort from morning to evening ... sometimes even skipping lunch...such was our dedication and determination to eradicate whatever smugglers there were...
we believed they changed their plans cus they saw us watching..

by cycle
we chased down lorries... to try to uncover the treasures they were smuggling
we chased cars with hidden number plates to catch the kingpins..

we were not going to let them rule our town...this town belonged to us...this was our domain...our kingdom..our world....

when in reality they were the fish lorries and army cars covering their number plates when the majors were not around...

and then there was the "ghost to ghost hook up " picked up from alfred hitchcock's 3 investigators..we used to call all our frnds and tell them to call us if they spotted anything suspicious...nothing could be done in that town without us knowing...
the dons had to know...that was the rule....

2 comments:

soorya said...

I am glad you took my advice and published your ex-comment as a post..you are right ..no one reads comments..bcoz they are not noticeable..and this one was too good to remain as a comment..awaiting more descriptive stories about your childhood adventures..:)

neeth said...

u mean misadventures, eh?
lemme c bot dat.....
there r lots of 'em ;-)