Did something new this morning – drove off to the beach – our own Marina – rather than come to work. ALmost crashed the car – was such an unsual thing to do – mj going off track – just like that!
it’s such a beautiful morning – all storm clouds – layers in so many shades of blue-grey to mauve to cream on the edges where it looks like it just might clear in the next few days. Always wanted to go to the beach in a storm and so decided to just do it! ’tis just a couple of km from the office anyway.
The beach wasnt quite deserted – rained-on sand was grainy and wet, yesterday’s wrappers and malli lifted along in gusts. I dont know – it is supposed to be the second longest beach.. its a long walk to the edge.. across yesterday evening’s cricket pitch- the sand worn hard by unsung Ajantha Mendises and Balajis – with tell tale holes for the stumps and scuffed footprints. Holmes noted that there were no shoe treads.
ANd then the water’s edge – didnt step into the water – don’t enjoy that anymore – plus people were shitting. Lots of catamarans lined up, anchors and motors covered with wicker baskets. A chap sat on one of the catamarans. Good to be middle-aged, greying, small, non-descript female – will almost always be left alone – mostly harmless.
The sea was grey-green and the sands deep browny-red.
Could have stood and watched the waves all day, like the chap on the catamaran – why was he there? Just sitting – stared at me for a bit then gave up. He was so easy on the worn, white logs. wish amma was here too.
Plenty of crabs on the sand – dont see so many in the evenings or maybe it was the grey day that got them out. They magically disappear when a crow swoops by and then come out again – sandy yellow but they were very visible today in the blue-grey light among all the litter and shit. Men were shitting all along – ’twas almost 10 in the morning but still..
Not too many ships at anchor – was a bigger storm coming? A couple of liners and a dhow – would give anything to be on that dhow – broad, flat, open with easy curving edges. What a different world – the sea and ships and boats. Despite the long coast we Indians dont seem to really engage with the sea – coastal holidays – Goa, Kumarakom.. but as a part of our imagination of ourselves, of lived lives. Rivers are all over our psyche but not so much the sea – stretching away – a steely blue-grey today not green and dancing silver the way it is when the sun is blazing.
Heard the hoot of the mrts distantly. The city skyline was so far away – the road is actually about half a km from the water’s edge, i think. But with the sound – its not a roar – it’s a SHUSH-SHWOOSH-SHUSH – of the waves, the traffic and chaos seemed so far away. The mtc buses and suvs. when i was driving in and a sleek, pinky-grey verna menaced me aside, suddenly thought of them as dinosaurs. So strong and powerful and lethal – but how much longer? We’re getting all the biggies in India and Chennai – wide-bodied Logan (isn’t small and sleek more sustainable according to evolution?) But on the edge of the slope down to the waves, they all seemed sooo far away. A train rolled out out of the mrts station – looked completely empty.
Turned back to the waves.
And then walked back across the wet sand and hard cricket pitch to my little grey spook, looking smaller than ever beside the yellow jcb scooping up the laterite. They’re making the beach beautiful – huh?
So back to office and ac and gossip…
Should escape more often, i think. Escape my own burden of responsibility hey who gives a damn anyway?