I remember that day, still fresh(will be so for ever!), when we sailed out of
. . . . just two days later to the above day(Now its just the antonym of flashback!, ha ha! i told you pardon my sense of litrary!), It was my ipod that i was hunting, the one i recently bought to gift my dad, in the whirling pool of gadgets. Tools, stationery, crockery, luggage, ashtray, dead cigarettes(though am a strict nonsmoker!)
Now, if at all anybody is reading this, no doubt,
Finally, alas! found it! that white ipod case, suffocating under the cabin carpet! save for few scratches(DAMN IT!) it was healthy(?) now having rescued it, my next hunt was for my cabin phone's handset! last I remembered seeing it was thrown across my stooped body when the whole ship jerked as if thrown on a rock (should have been a massive swell!) Halloa! now I found the handset too! caught it when trying to sneak between my foot. Now connecting it back with the phone(which flung across the bulkhead threatening to break off its wire anytime!) I realised it was 2230hrs.
Determined to sleep, sweeped all that was on the floor, forgetting any segregation! And stuffed it all in the wardrobe(whose doors never tired themselves banging!) it was socialism in the air!! Soaps, detergents, my files, certificates, spanners, wrenches, dollors, euros, Egyptian articrafts picked in
He asked “what's up? What's all this noise?”, peeped over my shoulder and saw the mess on the floor! Annoyed, “get It cleared at once!(as if I never wished!)” was all he said.
Fremantle port . . . .
Huge swells, steep rolling, with captain over the radar, helmsman struggling at the wheel, second officer over the charts, chief officer, third officer and us were setting up the bridge.
Well, same as i began, still wondering why am blogging here, who will read this and why i write this all? whatsoever i really feel glad ruminating them all! I truly dont know if all this will bring any change in me as a sailor, but as a sailor, I understand the depth in what that follows,