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Nishant’s beach soccer

Nishant writes about the beach soccer he played with his friends in 2002. It is hilarious :),

Soon a spirited game was on and a small crowd had also gathered to watch us. Suddenly something shot through the feet of the people and charged at the ball. It was a dog. Looked like a mangy mongrel that needed a good feed. “I got it” said Vinod, gave it a kick, and sent it yelping on it’s way. Police whistles blew all around us and a fuming cop came charging through the crowd.

“How dare you harass foreigners!! They are our guests, where is your culture?”

“psst Vinod .. You sure you kicked the dog? Or did you get someone else?”

The policeman was staring straight at Vinod who, for some insane reason, was staring right back. It dint help matters that Vinod looked like a bouncer at the local bar. His body had run out of space for his muscle and it took up a little space in his skull too, that was the space reserved for common sense. The situation was getting out of hand, but we had a veteran troubleshooter with us. Pratheesh stepped in and negotiated a truce with the cop. Apparently, the mangy mongrel was actually a pedigree dog that came on an airplane with one of the foreigners. It was the guest the cop was talking about. Anyway, we apologized to the foreigner, to the dog, to the cop, and even to the fishmonger who wandered by see what’s going on and finally the cop cooled down.

It was almost like poetry, the rhyme he managed to find while stringing out the sentences.

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