Story of a lost journalist

January 28, 2012

Seas and stars n all that

Filed under: Jim and Me Conversations,Jim and Me Conversations — Cris @ 23:54

I wouldn’t have thought the sea waves at Shanghumugham could sprinkle water so far away. For I was at this sand hill way far, watching the orange sun and the tiny crescent of a moon play hide and seek – when one appears, the other hides under the clouds. But when I licked my lips I could taste salt. Yum!

I planned to walk cause the breeze seemed unwilling at first to …

“Oh lord would you stop already?” fancy pal Jim raised his sleepy head.


“All this stuff about breezy seas and starry nights. Haven’t you been writing too much about all that already!”

“But it’s fun stuff. You should listen to the lazy breeze slowly get up from the north… err south… err ahem, a faraway point and bring their tiny little… err”


“Jim! Language! This is a universal blog, I don’t wanna certify it with an 18 plus!”

“Right! And what about the north south wind? Oh wait, it was a far away point rite? How romantic, how poetic!”

“A minor vocab handicap”

“Of course. And the salt part of it was?”

“The description. Ye always describe every taste and smell and sight when… err when…”

“You try to be Mills and Boons?”

“I wasn’t! Argh! I had some serious stuff coming up. But now cause you interrupted, no one will ever know how good that was going to be”

“Let me help you out here Cris. Inject some more waves, some music, some twilight darkness, a few couples walking hither and thither holding hands, while you slip into a world of imagination…”

“Ok ok I get the picture. Hmm maybe I was overdoing it a wee bit”

“Wee bit?! Cris, you forgot what an unmushy world was like!”

“That bad?”

“That bad”

“Okay then! No more mush!”

“No more”

“No more lovey dovey cushy tushy stuff”

“No Sir”

“No sun or moon or stars or sky”

“No breeze either”

“No beaches, no buses”

“No… err why buses?”

“You like them?”

“Very friendly beings if you ask me. Keep honking and hopping all the time.”

“Creative little things aren’t they?”

“Creative, yes. Little, not. But ye they are the best”

“Hail buses!”

“Hail buses!”

“From now on we write about buses. And bus stops. And bus bays. And bus conductors”

“Err we?”

“Of course Jim, we love ‘em”

“Oh we do, but writing – you do. I will do the sulking.”

“Oh really? In that case I am bringing back the seas and skies and trees and all!”

“You will, will ya?”

“Yes I will. Unless you agree to do half the writing.”


“Half. 50 per cent. One by two.”

“Woah considering your number of words, that’s long!”


“Emm Cris”

“Yes Jim?”

“Maybe the nature thing is not so bad after all. Ol’ Wordsworth did it, didn’t he?”

“Sure did.”

“And people love Wordy”

“Oh yes they do”

“Maybe the universe is not all that bad then. I mean what harm could a few waves and tiny bits of sand do?”

“As I said, creative little beings those things are.”

“Friendly too.”

“Oh yea, very.”



  1. 😀 , 😀 Thank God , Jims alive … We were starting to get worried . Inject some more “Jim nd me”, in ur blogosphere. U know we all love ur fancy pal… And make sure , he gets half the hits ,tht u get. (Kittunithintae Paadhi kodukanam)… Hail Jim….

    Comment by Blungi — January 29, 2012 @ 00:58 | Reply

    • Oh dont you worry Blungi, I will make sure he gets more than half the *hits* 🙂

      Comment by Cris — January 29, 2012 @ 15:13 | Reply

  2. Cris.. 🙂 thanks for yet another smile..

    Happy to see you Jim.. But Jimmy.. You know what.. I am a bit displeased with you today.. Our Cris is the best when writing about Nature.. I have been to Shanghumugham atleast a Hundred times but I never had the eyes for enjoying the real beauty until our Cris wrote About it Last New Year.. Remember!! The “I smell Love..” one.
    It is indeed a beautiful one.. I love it.. 🙂

    So Cris.. Go ahead.. You are the Best in that..

    “People love Wordy”. Yes they do.. And I am one among them,
    ” When on my couch I lie
    in vacant or in pensive mood,
    they flash up on the inward eye
    Which is the bliss of solitude
    in my heart with pleasure fills
    And dances with the Daffodils”( IT is From my memory, no copy paste as part of honesty policy) 🙂

    Comment by Javed Miandad — January 29, 2012 @ 03:29 | Reply

    • Err Javed, that’s the way Jim and I talk. We are two never-serious people who make fun of each other. Don’t take anything we say seriously. We dont plan to grow up you see 🙂

      Comment by Cris — January 29, 2012 @ 15:14 | Reply

      • I know that.. And that is why Jim and Cris are the Bliss of My solitude.. 🙂

        Comment by Javed Miandad — January 29, 2012 @ 16:01

  3. Hi Cris . . .
    Came across your blog through another blog where one reader had posted the link to your ‘jeans’ post. I am thoroughly enjoying your blog 🙂 and i also love this conversation with your imaginary Jim 🙂 i hope you are enjoying your new career . . . Know what i too am very passionate about writing. Ever since i was . . . mmmm. . Well. . . Very very young. And just like you i remember that 1st piece of writing that absolutely and totally thrilled me. It was a poem titled ‘Pain’ that I wrote in 5th std. as an English assignment. 🙂 i sooo wanted to be a journalist, an author, or an English teacher, if nothing else. Anyway, i am a doctor now. Loser doc actually coz my heart is somewhere else.
    Lol :p am sorry for such a silly first comment . . . But, couldnt help but write it. I wish you all the best in your writing career 🙂 and hope to read some more about the beautiful Kerala 🙂 (and obviously, a lot more of Jim)

    Comment by Almas Shamim — February 2, 2012 @ 00:35 | Reply

    • Thank you Almas Shamim, glad you like the blog and Jim (quite a difficult feat, that). If your heart is elsewhere why not chase it to wherever it wants to be :-). But I feel guilty about asking a doc to stop being a doc – ever considered being a writer doc?

      Comment by Cris — February 2, 2012 @ 01:42 | Reply

  4. Loved that. I wish, I could have joined you with imaginary jim

    Comment by Aswin(achu) — July 16, 2012 @ 20:53 | Reply

    • Thank you Aswin :-). Visit Sanghumugham Beach any evening, you will feel it too 🙂

      Comment by Cris — July 17, 2012 @ 13:15 | Reply

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