The coconut thief.

It was 3.30 A.M. on a sultry Sunday-night-gone-into-Monday-morning.
She sat at the window, smoking a secret cigarette. This was her tradition every night, just before she went to sleep.
This night was no different.
She looked out onto the empty road. Strange that it was empty, she thought. Even though it was that early, J.P. Road was always bustling with activity.
As she blew smoke out of the window, she noticed a black car pull up on the opposite side of the road. There was a group of people walking behind it, and a morbid thought struck her: what if the car just backed up and ran over them? Cool.
But no such thing happened. She waited with bated breath as the people walked by the car, and released a little sigh of disappointment. Too bad. She would’ve been a witness to murder.
The car did back up a little, and stopped outside a row of closed shops. Not shops, really. Just the illegal structures that house articles we depend on for our day-to-day existence.
She wondered what was going to happen next.
A person got out of the car. A guy, to be more specific. Wearing black tracks and a white tee-shirt, he walked around to the other side.
How sweet, she thought. He was dropping a girl home and was being chivalrous, opening the door for her and all that.
The guy proceeded to walk towards a pile of coconuts, and stand there, looking at them. There was no naariyal vaala, so she thought he was pretty stupid.
But then, he did the unthinkable. The unheard of.
He picked up a bunch of coconuts, and handed them to a faceless person in the back seat.
He then proceeded to get in the car and make a quick getaway.
She had just witnessed a theft of the (coco)nuttiest kind!

A true account of the events on 19th April, 2009.

~ by cranialrumblings on April 20, 2009.

19 Responses to “The coconut thief.”

  1. like seriously… that too a car dude.. weird…

  2. oi field effect? You willed something into happening…

  3. but how did get the coconuts? They vendor left it there?

  4. girl whatcha been smoking huh?
    my god. so this was weird day 3?

  5. Yes, quite strange. Love the ‘(coco)nuttiest’ term though…

  6. LOL!!! That cracked me up!!! 😀 But you could have thought of a misleading title just to make it more intriguing. 🙂

    And FTW happened to your Short Story??? Still waiting for the next chapter…

  7. Bwahahahahahahah

  8. now am craving nariyal paani.. wo bhi malai wala!! 😀

  9. Reminds me of a bunch of kids who were kleptomaniacs for the heck of it.

  10. “Klepto for the heck of it” – see what happens when I don’t get enough sleep.

  11. Huh??!! Crazy…
    What’s absurd is the use of a CAR!!

  12. u saw a guy steal coconuts!!!!!!!!!!!
    HAHAHAHA…. talk about jobless…. i pointed at two dogs having sex n said they were conjoined twins in front of my mother!!!!!!! beat that…..

  13. Okay, I’m going to try and beat that.

    One of my fellow Gujjus (and his family) saw an elephant with an erection in Africa and his mom said “Aa jo, paanch pag walo haathi”.

  14. Stealin coconuts!!! thats the weirdest thing ever!!.. stupid guy..
    well written!! 🙂

  15. LOL @ piece
    More LOL at paanch pag walo haathi…Any more interesting tit bits????

  16. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

    btw, i’ve uploaded the pics for 3 of them..the 4th got deleted thanks to lovely camera..

  17. lol….d thieves hav nw gt sophisticated!!!!…stealing coco-nuts in a car!!!! LMAO

  18. You don’t mean THAT nariyal stand do you? I stole a coconut from there too! I dint drink the nariyal paani though. Dint have a knife to open it with. Just sort of picked it up and brought it to my building, just for the minor thrill of it:P .My 9 yr old sister and me:) Sexy fun it was. And the vendor died or what? He wasn’t there even when I went.

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