A Walk #

Cycle

It was Saturday, the hot noon sun over our heads, me and G were cycling towards the hills, away from the city. We took a dirt road, there were no houses around. We reach some sort of field and stopped for a smoke. 

"Wouldn't it be cool if there was actual superheros", I say to him. 

"Off-course there are, I am Batman", he says. 

"ha ha then I am superman"

We had just finished our SLC, and were enjoying the holidays. We rode again, after a short ride, we reached the end of the road, we locked our bikes and started heading uphill close to stream. After a while we couldn't keep going up, due to the trees and cliff. We sat and looked at the valley, I liked the view. 

"You know there are ganja plants all along the road, I think we should try smoking it" , I say. 

"Yes we could try it", says G. 

"You want to jam tomorrow", I ask

"Sure", he says. 

We head downhill, and return to our bikes, we ride home. 

Next day G and J came to my house, we jammed for a while, G did the vocals while me and J played the guitar. J didn't smoke or try any drugs, me and G though wanted to try everything. I guess it was the musicians that influenced us, the way they seemed high when giving a concert. May be we just looked at that part, and ignored other things about their music.  

 In the evening we went to a restaurant to get some food, and smoke. We were talking about music when G said he had a story to tell. He began his story..

So, there is this baba right, he says he can talk with dead people. To talk with them, he gets very high. People who visit him tell him the name of their dead relative, and then the baba calls the relative. The relative takes possession of the baba, and people say its like taking to the dead person. The baba knows everything about the dead person. 

So, I go and meet him. He says "What do you want, child?". I tell him I want to talk to a dead person. Off course, he says, "please make a donation in the name of lord". I put some money in the jar. 

"Who is the person you want to talk too?"

"I want to talk to Kurt Cobain"

"This is Kurt Cobain, what do you want?"

"I Love your music", I say feeling very excited. 

"That's nothing new", he says. 

"Why did you kill yourself?"

"Sometimes its better to burn than fade away, everything fades away, and in the end everyone burns"

"Ahh", I say. 

"I can smell your spirit", Kurt says, "It smells like teen spirit"

"Uh, I am a teenager"

"I am leaving now, don't call me again", and with that the baba is back. 

"Did you enjoy your talk", the baba asks. 

"Yes, it was interesting"

"Baba where do the dead live?"

Baba takes another puff of his very long cigarette, and says, "The dead are everywhere, our souls are just energy, or a bunch of information, when we die people think the information dies, but our memories, and who we are doesn't die, because it is not matter, it remains in the universe, though it cannot do anything because it lacks a body, only when this information or soul possesses a body it is truly alive."

With that G looks at us and says, "I talked to Kurt Cobain". 

Me and J look at each other, and I say, "So Kurt Cobain looked a old baba? haha"