10 Jul 2009
Current Mood: Happy I won a prize at school for my poem! :)
Currently Reading: My School Science Book
It was the day I had been longing for all my life. We five adventure seekers were on our way to unveil secrets of the deep oceans. My Grandpa, Mr. Reddy (his friend), Miss Daisy (scientist), Mr. Peter (meteorologist) and I were heading towards the Bermuda Triangle!
As our ship approached the Bermuda Triangle Grandpa and Mr. Reddy started behaving in a weird manner. Sometimes there would be a satisfaction of achieving something in their eyes, and at another time fear. They discussed about something late in the night. None of us was allowed to interfere. We started worrying about them.
At last we reached the Bermuda Triangle. We were all ready with our instruments. All were excited. We were going to reveal a secret which many scientists failed to. Suddenly, we saw that Grandpa and his friend were in the ocean in scuba suits. They were debating over something. Then,my grandpa took out a glden box the size of a pencil box with a diamond in the place of a keyhole.
There was an oppressive silence and stillness. A chill ran down my spine. Grandpa pressed the diamond and instantly the calm sea roared and the sky thundered. Grandpa and his friend were sucked into the angry ocean. Strange lights started illuminating the sky from the ocean. A simlilar light also appeared from Grandpa's cabin.
Suddenly, Grandpa came out shouting at the top of his voice asking us to leave the ship. Alas! there was no time to see the origin of the light in his cabin. Leaving all our instruments on board we jumped into the dark ocean. As soon as we jumped the the ship sank as if the hungry ocean had gulped it in one go.
The storm rested and a rescue team saved us. After this extraordinary event Granpa became a silent man. He never referred to it again. Mr. Reddy couldn't survive in the water due to shortage of oxygen. That's what we thought.
But Grandpa's eyes had a different story to tell. They were always filled with mixed emotions of sadness, fear and regret when he said, "He got it, but couldn't survive it..."
I was being shaken vigorously. I woke up from my deep sleep to find my mother’s usually calm face highly excited waking me up at about 1 O’ clock at night. I wondered what it could be hmmm…. Before I could think of anything my mom almost screamed telling me that the crew from ‘Shop In Your Pajamas’ have come to our place to make ME the FIRST participant in their show! I went mad.
I remembered that I had sent the idea of this show in response to an advertisement demanding ideas for an entertaining new show a few months ago. I am glad they made me their first participant.
In this show the crew (comprising of a host and cameramen, obviously there would be a director, producer, etc., but they wont be moving around) would pick a house at random at almost midnight and ask them to shop in their pajamas or whatever they are sleeping in! They get to shop in Ambience Mall for an hour and get whatever things they pick for free! But you can’t buy furniture, electronics, and costly jewelry.
The next moment I was sitting in a limo chatting with the host. As soon as I got down my vision got blurry. The time started ticking and I started running –due to excitement or……? The course of events changed from excitement to fear. Suddenly I fell down. I saw something above the Big Bazaar banner but couldn’t identify it. Everything faded to black and I slipped into unconsciousness.
I am again being shaken vigorously to be woken up by my mother’s usually calm face highly excited at about 1 O’ clock. Hmm that’s interesting. She (again) almost screams and tells me that the crew from blah blah blah blah . . . . . you know it right? Was I actually dreaming or have I become a psycho? Anyways the same chain of events flowed (exactly similar!).
But this time I know that I am running out of fear as . . . something is following me. I don’t know what. I am running for my life, I trip, and I fall. AAAAHHHH! Somebody help me! I am helpless. Oh God what shall I do? I shouldn’t have come after seeing that unlucky horrid dream.
Suddenly I see, observe and identify the thing on the Big Bazaar banner. To my horror it’s it’s it’s. Oh why do words stick to the throat and don’t come to the mouth when needed desperately!
NO NO NO I can’t I just can’t slip into unconsciousness nowee . . .