This is where it gets blurred... The dates. It was late friday evening friday some time in Feb, is all I remember. Kamal (Kam) was in the office, so was I. I had ramped up quite fast and become quite a valuable member of the team. I had hit a blind spot and was not able to fix a problem. I faintly remember, It was not something I had to deliver on Monday, but I was frustrated and was eager to get on with it. Kam the "savior" of projects was in the office as usual. It may be quite late... maybe 10-10.30? may be later. Kam saw me fretting. He came to me and inquired in his same emphatic tone.. "Kya kar raha hai be? " and all I could say then was give him a blank look. A seasoned code he was, he gauged my anxiety and frustration and asked me to move of my cubicle. An we together set on our regular floor beat :). This beat, we would have a chat with any hapless soul on the floor, in the process cheering them up or frustrating them further, in any case we would liven our spirits.
Back to our beat. We found ourselves disturbing the veteran of late nights Ayan Dasgupta. Ayan da, as we would call him, was in the Web-Methods team, and always wore a "I am watching a couple F***ing" look when he saw the PC. The concentration and ofcourse dedication has been a source of envy till date. But we sure loved bugging this chap. This time we reached him and probably the third line ... was ... "chalo! Daru pine chalte hain ... bahut din hue piya nahin". Man!! it was like an invitation from heaven on a platter of gold. Without batting an eyelid, Kam says "chalo... "
As usual, I was not asked, but was simply expected to join. I was in a fix. Before this I had only drunk twice, that too in a plush restaurant, and now they expect me to go drinking that too at night ???????? .... Without a choice, I went. I think it is a right time, to give you my drinking background. I had drunk only twice till then. Once, in my aunts place, with their knowledge, I had 2 gulp fulls of a clean, decent smelling, throat warming, tongue burning liquid, later came to be known as Bacardi White Rum. I expected to be drunk and fall on the floor (as there were no gutters in the house ;) as seen in the gutters and in movies, Social drinking was a concept unheard of). fortunately nothing of that sort happened, and I soon forgot about it. I had a couple of friends, telling me about the cheaper variants of liquor, like, Old Monk, Khajuraho beer, KBL beer, Old tavern, and the most expensive of them all, Mc Dowells' Signature and No.1. So my "daru" vocab was limited to these drinks. I did not drink in college, and the second time I had booze was on the New years eve of 2004. Here I was, going with a couple of self proclaimed 'tankis' to god knows where.
What came next was the shock of my life. I was on the Station road of Borivili(E), opposite MSRTC bus stand, bang in front of a bar, SANJOG. I can already hear applause n heightened hearbeats from a lot of people. This is the place we were supposed to sit? urgh!!! was my first reaction. A shady name, a dark smokey place, dim lit and very very noisy. No signs of sophistication at all. We went in and sat at a table nearest to the back door. The tables were clean, for such a place. 2 table cloths diagonal to each other. The top one was checkered maroon with some dry-oily curry marks and some ash.
The waiter came and Kam asks us: "Royal stag", a word beyond my vocab. Ayan nodded and I followed suit. Kam ordered Royal stag qtr. What came to the table was free ground-nuts, Papad and some carrots. When we sat munching, he got a small weird looking bottle of golden-yellow liquid and we all drank. For a person who had not many drinks, this was heaven. I had developed a taste of liquor on my first drink. I loved it neat. 2 more bottles followed. We chatted along... I discovered my "problem" when drinking the very same day. That problem in detail ... later(read ... withing the next 2-3 blogs). So we were all almost loaded with a quarter of Royal Stag each, some food and in addition, I loaded with the fear, I might fall in a ditch. We prepared to leave. I had a quick glance at my watch, I see it gleefully showing 2:30. Oh Shit was my reaction. We had over shot the hotel closing time by 1 hr (this was almost 5 years ago ... now I heard they close on time)!!! My companions are still in their last pegs and I was yet to start my last. I said ... "Chalo yaar, it is late we have over shot by an hour." I could hear my speech slurring by the affect of a heavy dose of alcohol. I felt a strange feeling in my body. This was almost 3-4 times more than the max amount I had drunk in the past. I could hear them, say.. "Shut the f*** up, there is still time". "Havent they seen the time? " I thought, and then just dint bother and went on with my drink. Ayan paid the bill, thats when I understood the condition of 1 pays all drink ... in a round robin fashion. We staggered back to our feet. I was swaying a bit. The other two as if they had drunk water were perfectly normal, or so i thought. Welcome to the drunkards club, I thought to myself.
I was about to move to the front door, I was escorted by Kam and Ayan to the back door. "what the..." back door exit ... ooh!
As we stepped out in a cool morning of mumbai at 3AM, the plain clothed guard saluted us. I thought, " my god ... what a city". I was walked out, I saw 3 police men standing there. I froze, All that I had drunk... evaporated in a jiffy and I dint know what to do. Kam asked me ... "what happened", I replied " Cops". He said ... "They are to secure the city by the Night. They are nice guys, they wont disturb us". Truly, we may have been the least of the Cops' worries. They simply ignored us. We slowly walked back towards our homes. As I walked back. I felt really good. I was seeing the city by the night. A splendid city indeed. I was drunk, in love with the city, and felt really good. I don't know, what in this city pulls people. I know for sure, live this city, You will fall in love with it.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Mumbai Slice -- Boy meets Devil
Jan 2nd week.
Dont ask me the date. I do not remember. But this day almost set the course of my future. Some other people are there to shape your future. They even tend to shape what you are now, the way you think, the way you would respond to situations, even your habits. So why Boy meets Devil? well this is the day I met the first "fallen" Angel of my life. Why would I call him Devil? well he is no saint, n he is the Devil incarnate, or thats what he believes himself to be. Who is this? He is none other than Kamal "the Kam" Chandran.
If it was not that day, I might never have been close to this chap. I was a C / Unix person. Had never bothered to learn Java and now working on Servlets! Thats TCS for you! The philosophy? You dont know anything in a particular tech, go work on it, you will be forced to learn. Basically, you dont know swimming? go swim in rough seas. I was struggling on the piece of code given to me for fixing. This piece of shit ... I mean the piece of code, was written by some lead as a Six Sigma project of the Big boss of the client of TCS. The person was on a hurry to leave the company and left his estranged and sick baby with me. I was supposed to make this baby walk ! Fine. I am ready.I had no idea, what was in store for me. Request, Response, JDBC connections, Arraylists, Maps ..... pooh! and I thought, I dint know Java :)
I was grimacing, fretting and pulling my hair. It was about 2:00 AM and was thinking of going home. Out of somewhere, comes the devil ... and blurts out "Wht Aare Uu doin?" I raised my head up ... frankly... irritated at a sudden invasion of privacy. I saw a dark ... ultra slim chap, glasses with a no -nonsense expression . He oozed confidence and commanded respect. I could not help but whine about the project I was working on. He told me he was sitting in the office to study !!! Was he out of his mind? I thought. But that gave me a sliver of hope, Could I ask this guy to help me out of my perilous situation? The answer was... he was god sent for me. This guy a hardcore techie, a person who would rattle the working of a servlet and JDBC in a jiffy. Man! he was good. He goes through the code, every line was like walking on hot coal. He was scolding my login every line and I like a obedient student was wagging my head, understanding something and the rest bouncing over my head. But then he made the code work. It really worked!!! the baby really walked :)
Then came the sermon time. I dont remember every word, but then it has been etched into me. The essence of his lecture. I remember him talking about sincerity, devotion to work, to be the best techie around. He also talked about how the a person in his first 2-3 years should stay late, study to make himself indispensable. I must admit that 1 hour after the code worked, changed my life. whatever I am, is due to that 1 day. It was about 4 in the morning, when I left for the day. Tired but happy, content of learning something. Boy met devil, his teacher :)
Dont ask me the date. I do not remember. But this day almost set the course of my future. Some other people are there to shape your future. They even tend to shape what you are now, the way you think, the way you would respond to situations, even your habits. So why Boy meets Devil? well this is the day I met the first "fallen" Angel of my life. Why would I call him Devil? well he is no saint, n he is the Devil incarnate, or thats what he believes himself to be. Who is this? He is none other than Kamal "the Kam" Chandran.
If it was not that day, I might never have been close to this chap. I was a C / Unix person. Had never bothered to learn Java and now working on Servlets! Thats TCS for you! The philosophy? You dont know anything in a particular tech, go work on it, you will be forced to learn. Basically, you dont know swimming? go swim in rough seas. I was struggling on the piece of code given to me for fixing. This piece of shit ... I mean the piece of code, was written by some lead as a Six Sigma project of the Big boss of the client of TCS. The person was on a hurry to leave the company and left his estranged and sick baby with me. I was supposed to make this baby walk ! Fine. I am ready.I had no idea, what was in store for me. Request, Response, JDBC connections, Arraylists, Maps ..... pooh! and I thought, I dint know Java :)
I was grimacing, fretting and pulling my hair. It was about 2:00 AM and was thinking of going home. Out of somewhere, comes the devil ... and blurts out "Wht Aare Uu doin?" I raised my head up ... frankly... irritated at a sudden invasion of privacy. I saw a dark ... ultra slim chap, glasses with a no -nonsense expression . He oozed confidence and commanded respect. I could not help but whine about the project I was working on. He told me he was sitting in the office to study !!! Was he out of his mind? I thought. But that gave me a sliver of hope, Could I ask this guy to help me out of my perilous situation? The answer was... he was god sent for me. This guy a hardcore techie, a person who would rattle the working of a servlet and JDBC in a jiffy. Man! he was good. He goes through the code, every line was like walking on hot coal. He was scolding my login every line and I like a obedient student was wagging my head, understanding something and the rest bouncing over my head. But then he made the code work. It really worked!!! the baby really walked :)
Then came the sermon time. I dont remember every word, but then it has been etched into me. The essence of his lecture. I remember him talking about sincerity, devotion to work, to be the best techie around. He also talked about how the a person in his first 2-3 years should stay late, study to make himself indispensable. I must admit that 1 hour after the code worked, changed my life. whatever I am, is due to that 1 day. It was about 4 in the morning, when I left for the day. Tired but happy, content of learning something. Boy met devil, his teacher :)
Sunday, June 1, 2008
3 mistakes of my life
Mistake 1 : Reading Chetan Bhagat's -- Five point someone
Mistake 2 : Reading Chetan Bhagat's -- One night @ the call center (No lessons learnt aft Mistake 1)
Mistake 3 : Chetan Bhagat's -- 3 Mistakes of my life (Radhi is to be blamed for this)
Man! what a torture. Its like the writer is thinking of starting a restaurant... Why? do you ask ... well, firstly he has the same spices in his curry
3/4 disgruntled souls in India, a teen nymphet, coy, docile and ready to indulge at a drop of a hat. A senior chap ... some one who can do nothing but be a villain or a trouble creator. Lots of foul language, tankers full guilt and finally a dash of spice (Tank in 3 mistakes.., prof's house in 5 point..).
Dude! grow up. Everyone likes dal, once in a while, not everyday.
This Book, 3 Mistakes... is like watching a Hindi remake of an English movie, if you know what i mean, its like eating the well chewed chewing gum of 5 point.. , all over again!!! Same plot, different treatment.
Then there is a cricket, I know he wants make this book popular, but that does not mean he should write about a game which I am sure he has seen only on TV. Over 25 pages dedicated to cricket which does nothing whatsoever to take the story forward. Then there is parekhji who is always portrayed as mogambo in Mr. India. An Enraged crowd is bought especially when their loved ones are killed, is he MAD? What does he want to say? all hindus are fundamentalists? Shame. This is what we see in movies right ... just to draw in the crowds.
Then what does he wanna say ? Indian security is bogus? that any kid who has "TALENT" and some one who has a card can gain entry into the dressing room. Secondly you think cricketers are so helpful, that they arrange tickets and give Australian citizenship to someone who hit 3 sixes to an Injured bowler who has a not even made it to the national cricket team? Boo. Can you imagine? "Maths tuitions" going on for more than a year without Medical exam, Can you imagine the guys making out and never being caught, fine , not even when they had sex for the first time? hard to digest. I think Chetan keeps in mind, the bollywood audience and writes his book. Hoping one day (soon) it would be converted into a movie. The cost of the book ... 95 Rs, thats what makes it a best seller, cause none will buy this book second hand and the one who goes through the torture reading the book, becomes a hardcore sadist ... enough to Recommend the book and watch the fun ;-)
Mistake 2 : Reading Chetan Bhagat's -- One night @ the call center (No lessons learnt aft Mistake 1)
Mistake 3 : Chetan Bhagat's -- 3 Mistakes of my life (Radhi is to be blamed for this)
Man! what a torture. Its like the writer is thinking of starting a restaurant... Why? do you ask ... well, firstly he has the same spices in his curry
3/4 disgruntled souls in India, a teen nymphet, coy, docile and ready to indulge at a drop of a hat. A senior chap ... some one who can do nothing but be a villain or a trouble creator. Lots of foul language, tankers full guilt and finally a dash of spice (Tank in 3 mistakes.., prof's house in 5 point..).
Dude! grow up. Everyone likes dal, once in a while, not everyday.
This Book, 3 Mistakes... is like watching a Hindi remake of an English movie, if you know what i mean, its like eating the well chewed chewing gum of 5 point.. , all over again!!! Same plot, different treatment.
Then there is a cricket, I know he wants make this book popular, but that does not mean he should write about a game which I am sure he has seen only on TV. Over 25 pages dedicated to cricket which does nothing whatsoever to take the story forward. Then there is parekhji who is always portrayed as mogambo in Mr. India. An Enraged crowd is bought especially when their loved ones are killed, is he MAD? What does he want to say? all hindus are fundamentalists? Shame. This is what we see in movies right ... just to draw in the crowds.
Then what does he wanna say ? Indian security is bogus? that any kid who has "TALENT" and some one who has a card can gain entry into the dressing room. Secondly you think cricketers are so helpful, that they arrange tickets and give Australian citizenship to someone who hit 3 sixes to an Injured bowler who has a not even made it to the national cricket team? Boo. Can you imagine? "Maths tuitions" going on for more than a year without Medical exam, Can you imagine the guys making out and never being caught, fine , not even when they had sex for the first time? hard to digest. I think Chetan keeps in mind, the bollywood audience and writes his book. Hoping one day (soon) it would be converted into a movie. The cost of the book ... 95 Rs, thats what makes it a best seller, cause none will buy this book second hand and the one who goes through the torture reading the book, becomes a hardcore sadist ... enough to Recommend the book and watch the fun ;-)
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Mumbai Slice --- Bhaiyya.
Jan 2nd 2004 : Tragedy struck
5AM: My Roomie, Sachchu's mobile started ringing. It stopped abruptly, before he could retrieve who had called, it rang again. The ring was on a high volume, and it pierced the night's silence like a buthcer knife through meat.Gade was not in that room, why? I do not remember. I too woke up. He replied "hello? "
From the other side I could hear a terrified girls voice. The phone was not on maximum receiver volume, hence was not coherent. All I could hear was a girl crying and calling Bhiyya in every sentence she spoke. She was speaking in spasm like someone sobbing and did not know what to do. Sachhu says, "Doctor ko bulao, tum wahan kya kar rahi ho? Unko thoda paani do ... unko wahin kahin letne ko bolo... Arey mujhe kya phone kar rahi ho, doctor ko bulao... Theek hai ... do mintue mein phone karo" .... and throws the phone in the corner. I never felt so concerned for someone in my life. I slowly got up from my bed went to the place of the phone, fixed back the cover which had come off and then returned it and asked ... " kya hua yaar ... tension mein lag rahe ho?"
"Paapa yaar" .. "Kya hua ? " ... "Papa , meri behen ko chhodne aye the kanpur ki train ke liye .... aur unko wahin heart attack aa gaya, aur is bewakoof ne mujhe yahaan Mumbai mein phone kiya hai". " Main yaan pe kya kar sakta hun?" said a desperate Sachchu. I felt a chill run down my spine. I could almost feel the fear and helplessness of this lone girl in her teens would have felt, during these terrible times. My string of thought was again broken by the screaming phone.I knew i was not breathing. I was straining my ears trying to make sense out of the babel emanating from the other side. Finally after a few haan haan's i could see the "All is lost" expression in Sachhu's eyes. Something I dreaded to see.He placed the phone back and finally crumbled under the weight of the overwhelming grief. Gade had just arrived and was there to comfort him . I was busy going through the papers to check the flight timings to Varanasi where Sachchu's parents lived. Could not get any, found the nearest flight, Lucknow ... would leave in 10 mins, no point! My mind stopped working. The determined Gade took him to the airport and finally with great difficulty he got a Patna flight. The way ahead unclear.
On his return, he told me about his journey. After an hour and a half, he reached patna airport. From there he boarded a passenger train to Varanasi. This train halted at next 3 stations causing great anxiety to Sachchu. He in his desparation jumped on to a super fast Patna Fast which, he said, stopped at Varanasi. He reached at 5 in the evening and was running to the gate. He was intercepted by a TC, n asked for the ticket. Sachchu showed him the other train ticket and told him about his position, The TC like any other Indian, let Sachchu go without any more questions. Sachchu reached home at 6 and his Dad cremated at 7. A harrowing time for a guy who used to exclaim, "abhi toh main bachcha hun" .. Responsibility sure does come unexpected from unknown corners... Looking back, I can still very clearly remember, hearing the terrified calls of "bhaiyya" from that phone. The ringtone, the voice, the time of the day and the event... something I can never forget in my life.
5AM: My Roomie, Sachchu's mobile started ringing. It stopped abruptly, before he could retrieve who had called, it rang again. The ring was on a high volume, and it pierced the night's silence like a buthcer knife through meat.Gade was not in that room, why? I do not remember. I too woke up. He replied "hello? "
From the other side I could hear a terrified girls voice. The phone was not on maximum receiver volume, hence was not coherent. All I could hear was a girl crying and calling Bhiyya in every sentence she spoke. She was speaking in spasm like someone sobbing and did not know what to do. Sachhu says, "Doctor ko bulao, tum wahan kya kar rahi ho? Unko thoda paani do ... unko wahin kahin letne ko bolo... Arey mujhe kya phone kar rahi ho, doctor ko bulao... Theek hai ... do mintue mein phone karo" .... and throws the phone in the corner. I never felt so concerned for someone in my life. I slowly got up from my bed went to the place of the phone, fixed back the cover which had come off and then returned it and asked ... " kya hua yaar ... tension mein lag rahe ho?"
"Paapa yaar" .. "Kya hua ? " ... "Papa , meri behen ko chhodne aye the kanpur ki train ke liye .... aur unko wahin heart attack aa gaya, aur is bewakoof ne mujhe yahaan Mumbai mein phone kiya hai". " Main yaan pe kya kar sakta hun?" said a desperate Sachchu. I felt a chill run down my spine. I could almost feel the fear and helplessness of this lone girl in her teens would have felt, during these terrible times. My string of thought was again broken by the screaming phone.I knew i was not breathing. I was straining my ears trying to make sense out of the babel emanating from the other side. Finally after a few haan haan's i could see the "All is lost" expression in Sachhu's eyes. Something I dreaded to see.He placed the phone back and finally crumbled under the weight of the overwhelming grief. Gade had just arrived and was there to comfort him . I was busy going through the papers to check the flight timings to Varanasi where Sachchu's parents lived. Could not get any, found the nearest flight, Lucknow ... would leave in 10 mins, no point! My mind stopped working. The determined Gade took him to the airport and finally with great difficulty he got a Patna flight. The way ahead unclear.
On his return, he told me about his journey. After an hour and a half, he reached patna airport. From there he boarded a passenger train to Varanasi. This train halted at next 3 stations causing great anxiety to Sachchu. He in his desparation jumped on to a super fast Patna Fast which, he said, stopped at Varanasi. He reached at 5 in the evening and was running to the gate. He was intercepted by a TC, n asked for the ticket. Sachchu showed him the other train ticket and told him about his position, The TC like any other Indian, let Sachchu go without any more questions. Sachchu reached home at 6 and his Dad cremated at 7. A harrowing time for a guy who used to exclaim, "abhi toh main bachcha hun" .. Responsibility sure does come unexpected from unknown corners... Looking back, I can still very clearly remember, hearing the terrified calls of "bhaiyya" from that phone. The ringtone, the voice, the time of the day and the event... something I can never forget in my life.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Mumbai Slice -- Happy New year, a Culture Shock!
WARNING: Explicit content!
"Is baar kuch naya karna hai yaar New Year pe" said a colleague who also happened to be one of my training partners. New year 2004, Bidding adieu to 2003, my most successful year so far. He said he his friend from the army was also going to join him from Pune. So what would we do came the next question. We had no cash to go some expensive parties, not tat we were exposed to such parties. We had not girls with us, which means where ever stag entry was not allowed, we were not to go, Stag parties were expensive, and hence a strict no no. Finally by the time we discussed, it was about 6:00 in the evening on 31st of December and will still did not have a plan. So as always we decided to go and then check it out. We would meet at BimbisarNagar in Goregaon / Jogeshwari at 8:30. We met and then decided to go to Juhu, the most hep place which was nearest to Goegaon. We went to the Jogeshwari station and reached Andheri, took a walk all the way to Juhu. What a walk that was. A walk in heaven... "Babe Heaven" a perfect place for a horny bachelor. Plunging neckline, "raising the bar" on the Top, waistline, Looooooooooooowwwwwwwwww waist jeans ... phew.
Finally we reached Juhu at about 10:30. Juhu was more like a carnival. The Police as usual was working overtime to keep this high libido crowd in check. All in all a frolicking atmosphere. Had Ice Gola which I can say was the best I ever had till date and looking at the current location I stay in, it is the best I will have for a long long time. Sugar Cotton candy - floss, I must say, a treat for the light pocket. I must reiterate at the danger of you considering me repetitive, There were girls, girls, girls ... and MORE GIRLS. short ones, long ones, sweet ones, cute ones, horny ones, voluptuous ones, yummy ones, Behnji ones .... everyone, a feast of the keen eyed
I have studied in Manipal and seen quite a few people, quite a few incidents which can be classified from wacky to outright bizarre ... but believe me, nothing can prepare you for this. It is 12:00 mid night, there are fire crackers, people wishing everyone on the beach, music etc ... I felt out of place from all this , and strayed absent mindedly towards the parking lot. I saw quite a few cars wobbling, moving sideways, some slow, some fast. I dint venture close, for the fear of alarming the happy couples. But from the distance, I could see a girl barely legal ... hopping like a rabbit on this person. She could be passed to be any one you see on the road, someone you know, nothing different about her, yet she was there, on this hideous looking chap moving like a cork on water. This shook me. Staggering I came down back to the beach. I saw a woman, say in her thirties walking along the crowded beach with her husband and probably her sister. They were about to leave the beach, they had to cross a groups of ruffians, who fully utilized the chance the crowd had provided them. I was too far to prevent anything, not that I had any intent of fighting the guys, who looked tough. I would surely be beaten to pulp, so I would help the woman and her hapless husband to safety, I was late, they had crossed over, all I could hear was one of them saying ..." Maine dono ka dabaya" it was nauseating. Shaken I thought it was enough for that day, and asked my friend to leave that place and move to somewhere else. We finally decided to have our dinner at the local hotel in Jogeshwari.
Why is this part important? because, This is the first time I had RUM in my life, and the second I had drunk, first time I had drinks with friends. I loved the taste of RUM- Bacardi... This Army chap or rather the Airforce pilot was a pro on drinks... He made a drink which I could never replicate. I had Bacardi, with lemon, ICE (lots of it) and a green chilli which was dunked in lemon juice for 5 mins. I have tried to recreate this 'magic', many a times after this try, but could never do it. The taste ... was more like having chat ... Cold ice, drink bruning your throat, tangy taste of lime, and finally the tongue burns due to the chilly. Gives you a taste of heaven itself. I had over 150ml and felt nice. First time I was really on a high after drinking.
Well high hopes of "kuch naya karna " was dashed but, was i happy yes ... I was really "HAPPY" ;)
"Is baar kuch naya karna hai yaar New Year pe" said a colleague who also happened to be one of my training partners. New year 2004, Bidding adieu to 2003, my most successful year so far. He said he his friend from the army was also going to join him from Pune. So what would we do came the next question. We had no cash to go some expensive parties, not tat we were exposed to such parties. We had not girls with us, which means where ever stag entry was not allowed, we were not to go, Stag parties were expensive, and hence a strict no no. Finally by the time we discussed, it was about 6:00 in the evening on 31st of December and will still did not have a plan. So as always we decided to go and then check it out. We would meet at BimbisarNagar in Goregaon / Jogeshwari at 8:30. We met and then decided to go to Juhu, the most hep place which was nearest to Goegaon. We went to the Jogeshwari station and reached Andheri, took a walk all the way to Juhu. What a walk that was. A walk in heaven... "Babe Heaven" a perfect place for a horny bachelor. Plunging neckline, "raising the bar" on the Top, waistline, Looooooooooooowwwwwwwwww waist jeans ... phew.
Finally we reached Juhu at about 10:30. Juhu was more like a carnival. The Police as usual was working overtime to keep this high libido crowd in check. All in all a frolicking atmosphere. Had Ice Gola which I can say was the best I ever had till date and looking at the current location I stay in, it is the best I will have for a long long time. Sugar Cotton candy - floss, I must say, a treat for the light pocket. I must reiterate at the danger of you considering me repetitive, There were girls, girls, girls ... and MORE GIRLS. short ones, long ones, sweet ones, cute ones, horny ones, voluptuous ones, yummy ones, Behnji ones .... everyone, a feast of the keen eyed
I have studied in Manipal and seen quite a few people, quite a few incidents which can be classified from wacky to outright bizarre ... but believe me, nothing can prepare you for this. It is 12:00 mid night, there are fire crackers, people wishing everyone on the beach, music etc ... I felt out of place from all this , and strayed absent mindedly towards the parking lot. I saw quite a few cars wobbling, moving sideways, some slow, some fast. I dint venture close, for the fear of alarming the happy couples. But from the distance, I could see a girl barely legal ... hopping like a rabbit on this person. She could be passed to be any one you see on the road, someone you know, nothing different about her, yet she was there, on this hideous looking chap moving like a cork on water. This shook me. Staggering I came down back to the beach. I saw a woman, say in her thirties walking along the crowded beach with her husband and probably her sister. They were about to leave the beach, they had to cross a groups of ruffians, who fully utilized the chance the crowd had provided them. I was too far to prevent anything, not that I had any intent of fighting the guys, who looked tough. I would surely be beaten to pulp, so I would help the woman and her hapless husband to safety, I was late, they had crossed over, all I could hear was one of them saying ..." Maine dono ka dabaya" it was nauseating. Shaken I thought it was enough for that day, and asked my friend to leave that place and move to somewhere else. We finally decided to have our dinner at the local hotel in Jogeshwari.
Why is this part important? because, This is the first time I had RUM in my life, and the second I had drunk, first time I had drinks with friends. I loved the taste of RUM- Bacardi... This Army chap or rather the Airforce pilot was a pro on drinks... He made a drink which I could never replicate. I had Bacardi, with lemon, ICE (lots of it) and a green chilli which was dunked in lemon juice for 5 mins. I have tried to recreate this 'magic', many a times after this try, but could never do it. The taste ... was more like having chat ... Cold ice, drink bruning your throat, tangy taste of lime, and finally the tongue burns due to the chilly. Gives you a taste of heaven itself. I had over 150ml and felt nice. First time I was really on a high after drinking.
Well high hopes of "kuch naya karna " was dashed but, was i happy yes ... I was really "HAPPY" ;)
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