Due to my drinking habits and my screwed up linguistic ability I haven’t made a lot of friends in Kerala and therefore my social circle is restricted to handful of people from work, young people who are photographers, musicians or cinema lovers and some foreigners who don’t judge me for my drinking habits.
I was recently on a look out for a new house as the Mrs was planning to move in with me and therefore I was regularly on calls with a lot of real estate agents from and around Kochi. Around this time I was introduced to this 18 something young photographer from the city. Young, vibrant and very good at capturing moments on his camera, this guy often used to chat up with me and we used to discuss lot of things.
About a week ago, I was with this real estate agent who was taking me around the city to check suitable places for myself. Sitting in a rikshaw, having travelled half of the city and totally pissed for not being able to find a good house and that is when this 18 something friend of mine popped up on the chat. He asked me about my whereabouts and I informed him that I was a bit busy. He asked me if everything was fine. And then this was our conversation.
Me “Da ninaku Ernakulathu nalla parijayam ondo?” (Do you have a lot of contacts in Ernakulam?)
He “Avishatil erre onda, JK para JK’kyu enda vendiyada” (Enough and more. Let me know what you want)
Me “Eda Nalla Weedu noki erangiyada, onnum kittanu illa” (I am out searching for some house,couldn’t find any)
He “Machchan, tension adikyenda, njan opichu taraam” (Buddy, you need not be worried. I will arrange it for you)
Me “Thanks da. Will catch up with you later”
I went ahead with the house hunting only to be disappointed and come back home. It must have been around 9 in the night, I was indulged in a book, and that is when I heard my phone calling out for my attention. I lazily walked across and answered ‘my photographer’ friend’s call.
He: “Hello Machcha. You home?”
Me: “Yeah. why?”
He: “Open the door; I have got something for you. Good news only. Open, no”
I smiled thinking about the ‘No’ as he used it and opened the door. He was standing there smiling wide and his hands extended.
I was wondering what it would be. A lot of thoughts ran through my house hunting occupied head. A key to some beautiful house, somebody’s number who has a house or might be some simple gift were some of my guesses.
I reached out and he slowly placed what was in his hand into mine. I couldn’t recognize what it was until I smelled it. Strongly smelling like weed, tightly packed in a plastic, light and very much confusing. This was confusing because he knew that I was neither into drugs nor into alcohol and giving this to me definitely didn’t make any sense. The confusion on my face was evident and his smile faded away.
He asked me with a frown on his face “Machchan alle paranje, nalla Weed’u venam enu” (Buddy you told me that you wanted some good weed)
And I could not stop laughing