My journey from 1st June to till the 17th of June which includes my travel as well as my training at Bhopal. Hope u all enjoy reading it. This is a purely non edited version without any manipulations. So here it goes
June 1st 5pm
I reached my train compartment and met with my mom n dad. I dint have the time to go to my home and at least spend a day with my family. My mom became too emotional while leaving me. I just could not say anything. She told me to take care of myself. I assured her to be calm and not to worry about me. Mums never understand that their son’s have grown up. She told me to call her everyday at least once. Then my dad as usual, his face always grave. I think he is as strict as an Indian army officer as he is with his new juniors. He told me to take care of myself and gave me some advice.. Then the train started to leave. My friend gaurav later told me that my mom cried while the train was leaving.
So our journey just began. I quickly settled down with my luggage n took out essential things that were required for the journey. I had three books to read from named the memoirs of a geisha, the Bourne identity and the new moon. As my friend Suzanne had told me to read the first book. I thought of giving it a try. On my journey to the station from my hostel I was chatting with her. I told her about my current position and my future plans. When I said her that I was about to read the memoirs she was happy to hear it. Cause it was a book of her choice I was reading. As I the train burned in more diesel we moved more faster and more quickly away from the city. The network was not proper so I could not chat with her anymore. After that I started reading the book. The translators i.e. the authors note it was so appealing that my interest in reading the book increased. Gaurav went to sleep. I told him that I will sleep in the day cause I will be reading the whole night. So I stated reading it. As I moved on I liked it more. I dint notice the time pass by. It was around 3 am when I felt a bit tired. I thought I will take a small nap and then continue reading. Oh you know what happened next.
June 2nd morning
I woke up suddenly. I checked the time on my watch. It was 7am in the morning. I drew out the curtain of my compartment. All were sleeping. I continued to read the book. The train in which I was traveling did’t have a pantry car. So we had to get down a station when the train stopped and to buy some food. My day passed reading the book. The story was zooming in and out of my mind all the time about the little girl named chiyo. At around 1 pm I felt a bit tired. Uma came and woke me up saying that we have company to meet me. I got up and saw sonam and another girl…i don’t remember her name. We had a nice discussion, gossips and etc. so time just passed and it was now our time to get down the train. So we all packed everything in and got ready. We got off the train at around 8 pm. One of gaurav’s Friend came to receive us. We stayed at Gaurav’s home for the night.
June 3rd morning 7am
We took an auto from the station to the SBI guest house. We got a nice ac room with a attached toilet and a 21” television with a satellite connection. Guess the price of it. The room was not less than a 3 star hotel, just rupees 450 per day. It will be divided between three of us so it will be just rupees 150 per head. We shifted in unpacked our luggage and we were so tired that we directly went to bed, after taking dinner. We were hungry like wolves.And not to forget I may tell a little about the care taker cause he too played or I can say helped us in a way. The first I had a look of him it seemed like a déjà vu. I tried to recall where I had seen him before. Something stroke my mind. Yeah he just looks like ‘sandeep’ a contestant in a reality television show on MTV. He dressed like him and looked like him and his complexion just like his. I dint share my thoughts about him with my friends. At night before sleeping uma n gaurav both asked me if I had seen the care taker before. I could not stop laughing at the coincidence of our thoughts.
Today was the day of getting punk’d. Today was our first day of training. We dint know the exact time when to report. So got up too early that day and got ready to leave. We dint bother to have our breakfast. The care taker insisted upon having breakfast but we denied. Next we were searching for an auto as it was an early morning we not able to find one. After a 10 min toil we found one. We dint have any experience in Bhopal. As we told to go to the Jubilee gate we asked him to drop us by. He dropped us in the main gate. We thought it to be the one we had asked him to. Obviously he had discovered us as rookies. Later we found that it was not the jubilee gate. We had to walk another 300 meters to reach the gate , where we had wished him to drop us. We found a reliance fresh store just on the other side of the road. Probably it was 4 lane highway. We crossed it and went in to buy some snack. We bought 3 big packets of lays and a bottle of soft drink. We put that in a poly bag and went to the cop guarding the jubilee gate. We explained that we had come for training The way we were dressed and holding food, we were more like tourists.. He asked us to make our gate passes first from the office that was beside the gate then we would be allowed to enter. So we did as he said. You won’t believe what I saw. I hadn’t expected a crowd like that. All were dressed in complete formals and held a file containing documents. It seemed like a business placement interview. You should have seen us. We had nothing in our hand except that lays packet in a poly bag. It was such a moment I felt really embarrassed. I felt like throwing that bag away. So I thought of handing the bag to uma. Uma is, always hungry. He dint agree to hold the bag. I said if u don’t I will throw it away. I said u take all the chips packet but don’t make me carry this bag. To this he agreed and I was at least I consoled that I am not a piece of fool around here. But no matter what I thought I must have been a laughing stock in there. I forgot to tell. We had a pen drive. It’s all that we had. Our entry forms were in there in .PDF format. We dint even bother to fill it up. We had to face a lot of problems due to it. First due to not having the form we were not eligible to enter as our gate passes won’t be printed without the form. Kaustubh one of our friends was also to attend training with us. He was not present there at that time. We called him. When we asked where was he. We came to know that he had just woke up from his sleep. We shouted on him and asked him to meet us as fast as he could.
We were trying our best to handle the situation. But all in vain. The reason why we were allowed to be a part of the summer training was that gaurav’s uncle is at a high post in BHEL. His name was Mr. Pardi. We attempted to call him. We thought him to be busy with his work. But to our surprise he was at home. He remarked us that it was not required to come there before 10 pm, its government company. Nobody will be there before 10am. We waited for another half an hour. Guess what we saw? Kaustubh was maneuvering his bike through the traffic. He stopped in front of us. He was all sweaty. He asked if we had been allowed to enter or not. We assured him that until and unless we make prints out of the forms and fill them up we will not be allowed inside. So I climbed on back on his bike then Kaustubh and I zoomed out to find a cyber café where we could get the print outs.
It was early morning we went to the city 2kilometers away to find one. We found one on the corner of the road. He was just opening his café. We probably were his first customers. We taking the print outs when suddenly I got a call from gaurav that our gate passes have been printed by the help of Mr. Pardi uncle. We dint take the print outs and rode back to the gate where they were waiting for us.
We showed the gate passes and we entered in. after entering in we thought every formality was over. Who knew we would have to run errand the whole day. It was around 10:30 am now. The sun was shining bright above us. We entered the office to meet Mr. Pardi uncle. We found out way into uncle’s office by questioning some passerby ‘s. it was on the second floor of the main head office. As we entered we saw four chairs arranged in front of him. Normally one would not expect four chairs in front of the table. Hence it was obvious that uncle had been expecting us. Later we came to know that he was waiting for more than an hour searching for. We had spent a lot of time in the jubilee gate office. We felt very bad that uncle ha to leave his daily work and had to spend his precious time on us. Not only this, you will soon find out how much of pain he took for us. We are very much grateful to him.
So as we entered his office. We took the four seats arranged for us. He asked us if we would like to have coffee or tea. We refused and said that we won’t be having anything except some cold water. So now he explained everything and the procedures and how to enroll. When he asked us to show the forms that he had mailed us to our email, anyone who might have seen the expressions on our face must be rolling o the floor with laughter. We were looking onto each other. We took out our pen drive and showed it to uncle that we are having the form in it saved. Gaurav asks me if I had checked the pen drive for anything unwanted. You know what he was questioning for! I assured him that it was free from everything unwanted. I told him that I had checked it in the café while I was out to take the print outs. Damn what uncle would we thinking of us? Were we fools from a obscure village in the most isolated areas of India. He must have been thinking if we were engineers who have passed their 2nd years or some loafers. If we hadn’t filled up the form how would we be enrolled in the summer training programme? We were allowed to use his personal PC and printer to take our print outs. We took our print outs and started filling out forms in front of him. I was just ashamed of myself. I don’t know what the thoughts of others were. Suddenly we came to realize that we had to get a seal from the college and a signature from the dean. That time thought we the fucked up. No one’s going to save us from the situation. Uncle too said that the enrollee will not allow our names to be registered without that seal. In front of him in his office we started an argument between us and blaming the fault on each other. It seemed we were like fools fighting over a trivial question that had no solution. He made us quiet ad calm us all down.
After some time he said that he will arrange us entry with his position but we would have to courier the form to our college and ask them to return us back after the seal was placed. We explained to uncle that our college dint have time to respond to such things. It was the admission season so all the officials will be busy. If we send the form we will never get it back. So we had no choice. Here is the list of options we got left:
• One of us flies back to Chennai and return back after taking the signature and the seal. The price will be shared by all four of us.
• We quit our training and go back home and get a scolding from our dad’s that we were thrown out of the training session due to our carelessness.
• The last option. Let’s hope for the best without trying the two options above. So we thought we will fool the enrollee that we will courier it to college and it will return us back soon within 3 days. So we thought we will stick with the third option. Uncle told us that he will be coming with us. Damn because of our foolishness he had to leave his seat and lead us to a very lower official and make a request to him to allow us entry. We followed him. He took us to the HRD block (human resource development). There we entered a room where the enrollment was going on. Uncle approached him and explained the situation.
You won’t believe, but we were proved to be the greatest fools alive in the world. Guess what he said. He said why did we take these entire pain and to bring Mr. Pardi uncle from his busy schedule. The seal and signature was not needed at all. He asked us to put a fake signature of anybody. It was sufficient. Nobody in a government company will bother to check. We were really embarrassed at that moment. We dint have words to say. I don’t need to tell what all would be thinking of us. You all must have guessed it.
Now hey what do you expect? Want that enough for a day. Yup that was enough for a day. After that our registration followed and we were allotted timings and departments and ID cards. We were asked to collect our entry passes the next day.
We are the most stupid persons you will ever see. But at least we learned a lesson. Anything can happen in a government office. So never worry when you are in one. Just be calm and there always corruption too.
We returned to our room after that. We changed our clothes and went to the nearby mall for shopping. There I bought two sexy formal shirts, summer collections. One was pink and other was white and printed with green leaves. On reaching the guest house and after having dinner I went to sleep within minutes. I did not have any more energy to read memoirs.
Students need to get up early in the morning. We got up at 11 am. We would be late if we delayed any further. We had our breakfast. Yes it was breakfast as we had told the care taker. But the breakfast was served at lunch time. We set out in an auto. We were there in time. As we were told earlier to collect our entry. We waited till 1pm. The jubilee office was closed. So we tried entering by showing our newly printed id cards. That time I don’t know if the guard was out of his mind. He allowed us in. we went to room on 14 in HRD block as we were asked to do. Guess what we sat in the room for an hour.
After that all my fellow trainees joined us. I inquired if they got their entry passes. Yup they obviously had. We were the ones always getting fucked up. Anyways as were inside the gates nobody bothered to ask what we did inside. Later we came to know that gate passes were distributed. And not the day was all fine. Nothing wrong happened with us.
Tomorrow we will be thrown out of the quest house. So after my training we went in search of guest houses. We spent a lot of money on traveling here and there. And at last near BHEL we found a room. Like a slum. Damn it was too congested. We dint have any option. We all had to save money so that we could go shopping. So we all agreed to stay there. But our hearts didn’t agree. It was not a good enough place to live for the rest 10 days. But were bound so we booked it till 17th of June.
Today was a combination of good and bad. But I still enjoyed the day. Today we were about to leave the guest house. Suddenly we got a call from two of our college friends that they were waiting for us in the City centre mall. City centre mall was just a 2 minutes’ walk from our guest house. Thank god we found them at the brink of our getting kicked out. We came to know that they too were doing training in the same plant. How the hell did they know we too were in Bhopal and in the SBI guest house. The answer was simple. The day our passes were getting distributed they were present there and we had left. So they heard our names being called. What a coincidence! So they used a bit of their mind and guessed that we would have been staying in the SBI guest house. So we explained our situation to them. And guess what arpits parents had left the city and his house was all empty. So he called us all in. yeah. Its always a fun staying with friends in a house and a fridge and a TV.
So we shifted our luggage to his house. Now we got 6 more hours till midnight. We set out to hang around the BIT-TEN market. I was really hungry. And that day within a span of 3 hours I spent a 800 rupees. Damn I dint even realize that I had spent so much. At around 6pm we went to a restaurant to have snacks. I ordered I litre apple juice. I was damn thirsty. I myself gulped down the whole bottle. Next we ate some snacks. After that we went to the ice cream parlour to eat some ice cream. The weather was too hot that’s why. Next we went to the famous bakery place known as the “Amer bakery palace” to eat some desserts. Actually I and gaurav went inside to eat. But guess what. The rest of us were inside for what we all call chick hunting.
Till now I had spent a whopping amount of rupees 600. Today I had the costliest coffee ever. We went to the café coffee day. I forgot to one thing. Arpit is a resident of Bhopal and we were like tourists. Guess what we knew more than he knew. Let me tell you how. He said I will take you all to the “barista” another coffee specialist. I was sure there was no barista in BIT-TEN market cause I had come here earlier to buy a cap. He tried to be dominating saying that he was the one who knows Bhopal better. So we allowed him to guide us. We searched for more than an half an hour but we dint find one. He kept with his word and was sure to find “barista”. But all in vain. “Barista’ was nowhere to be seen. When we inquired we found out that there is not a single outlet of “barista” in Bhopal. Ha.ha.ha….arpit was the laughing stock. We could not stop laughing for minutes.
So at last we entered the café coffee day. There we ordered our choices. The fucking waiter had gone crazy. I will tell you why.
One lesson to learn is. When you are inside a plush restaurant and after you have ordered your meal or what so ever. Do a bit of R&D on the thing that has been served otherwise you might have to pay for what you have not ordered. Like it happened with us.
We all ordered “devil’s own” it’s a combination of cold coffee with cream and ice cream at the bottom. It’s just addictive. Once you have taken a sip of it you will never drink anything different. See the business tactics. When we ordered it he asked about the flavor. We chose cream fantasy. That idiot was crazy. He served us the coffee with a chocolate fantasy and a hot chocolate layer on top of the cream. We were much delighted to see such and blend of coffee. It was delicious. My stomach was almost full after that. Bill was brought. We lost our mind on seeing the bill. Our coffees were each of rupees 190. Can you believe? When we asked how, he explained the chocolate fantasy and the hot chocolate blend. We agreed to it but we had not ordered it. Here lies our fault. We sipped all without even checking that it was different from what we had ordered.
So today was the start of the week i.e. Monday. As usual we all got up on late. We already lost a quite large sum of money on nothing. So we planned not to spend anything. How could we not spend anything? We were hungry and had to eat to survive. So we all planned to cook our own food. Hello!! We are bachelors. We don’t know how to cook. But among us we got some volunteers who put themselves forward to cook at least something edible. So me and Arpit went to the grocery store and bought 18 eggs. Yup 20 eggs and 4 for each one of us. Our fifth friend had gone somewhere else. He would be joining us in the training session. So uma, cooked us omelette made up of 2 eggs for each of us. We dint have onion neither any spice. So it was just a simple omelette just to fill our hungry stomach. A hungry pig will eat anything. When we all are hungry everything we eat tastes delicious. That’s all we had for our breakfast. It was enough. We all bachelors never eat lunch. We just have some snacks to in place of lunch. Eating a heavy lunch will make us feel sleepy which we don’t want to. So after our training we all straight returned to arpits house. I choose my plan for the evening and night. I will be typing this material that you are now reading and then read the memoirs. So I spent most of my time of the evening typing. I was so deep into typing that I dint care about my hunger. When I let my concentration break I suddenly felt my tummy empty. So what were the options we had? 2 more eggs left for each of us. so back to the basics. So we ate what we had eaten the same morning. Do you think a person who has worked, not worked but had spent 3 hours in a plant doing this and that in this hot summer which drains out all of water n energy will feel satisfied after having that kind of dinner. We went out to find some food. Nearby was a small fast food. It wasn’t hygienic at all. What do you expect that we will find a good hygienic restaurant at a time like 10 pm. That shop was about to close. Hunger is the biggest enemy of mankind. It drives us to the extremes. We bought some plates of noodles. While returning Arpit suggested to get a bit tipsy today. I without thinking agreed to it. We dint have much money so we bought a Kingfisher beer. I had never before tasted beer. And after tasting it I will never taste it again. Yuck. I think if had taken one more gulp I would have puked. So I kept that beer can in the fridge. We were at arpits home not in a hostel. If I had left it open in the fridge the fridge would have smelled of rotten grapes. So I drained it all down I into the toilet. Damn a waste of money again.
Another lesson to learn, probably not for all of you. I will never drink beer. It’s the worst thing I have ever tasted.
Should we sleep hungry once more? No, never. The best chefs’ are men. With this quote we all rose and agreed to make dinner ourselves. But we went to training empty stomach. We just picked some chips packets on our way to BHEL. At evening we were all waiting for the other to start cooking. Nobody was willing to cook. Cooking is meant for girls not us. haa.haaa. all the energy and spirit and the zeal had died away. Can’t help it, we are all like this. I was lost control over me. I said I m not in any mood to wait. Fuck ‘em all. I’m going out to eat. Gaurav agreed to come with me. So we all went to the city. It was around 9.30 pm. Most of the restaurants were open. We had our dinner and i think after 2 days I had eaten properly. I felt very much relieved.
When I returned home guess what I would have found? Would they all be having a pizza dinner with cokes? No hell, do u think after all this we have gone through they could have spent so much money on pizzas. I saw Arpit kneading the wheat to make roti. And in the kitchen I found uma cooking something out of potatoes. Really as I had said before hunger drives us all mad. We can go to extremes. So this was the extremes for us. They were all cooking something. I just tasted what they had all cooked. I don’t deny that it was bad but at least good enough to eat. It would taste like his best meal for a person who had been hungry for a day.
Cooking was a different thing. They had already planned a booze party. This time vodka, yup my favorite. It was white mischief brand. I never drink until I loose over myself. I drink stop when i start feeling sober. I feel good after a drink. It makes me really serious. I started reading the memoirs. I was very much deeply inside the story. I felt like I myself was the girl in the story. And I became too much emotional that time. And the saddest part happened. I felt too bad. The betrayal caused me to stop reading. I could not have taken it anymore. I felt too bad about the girl. The alcohol was acting upon. I closed the book and fell asleep within minutes.
Today the owner of the house got up early in the morning. I don’t know what inspiration he just had but insisted upon cooking fried rice. He was drunk the last night. He had drunk the most last night. He tried to cook but his fried rice turned to “upma”, a kind of dish made out of rice. Anyways we thanked him for at least cooking something to eat. Yuck. You should have tasted it. What happens when you over boil rice then fry it? The same thing happened. And it had quite a large quantity of salt in it.
We ate it in despair. I had a lot of time in the morning as it was only 8 am. So I thought of completing the novel. After completing I had a discussion on yahoo chat with Suzanne about this and that.
Many incidents have happened which make us all believe that Arpit never lived in Bhopal. Today he took us to a restaurant saying it serves great food. The food was really bad when we ate. We really made a bully of him. We all returned home.
All of us were tired. So I sat on my laptop and completed writing this page that you are reading now. Not yet asleep. Yeah I then watched the animated movie SPIRIT stallion of the Cimarron.
Today was a very enjoyable day. After training we all went to go on trip to see the so called upper lake. Kaustubh had his maruti 800 and arpit his Honda active. So how can there be any problem of transportation. We were five of us. Uma had returned home and refused to come with us as he was not feeling uneasy. So we all set out first to Kaustubh’s home. His home was beautifully planned. Wash basins at every corner of his bungalow. We did admire his house and to our surprise we came to know that his house was designed by his own father, he’s a civil engineer.
So after leaving his home we felt hungry and we all wanted to eat. Bhopal is a state of most veggies. So a non veg-restaurant was very hard to find as water in Sahara. So we went to a famous restaurant known as “bapu ki kuitya” it served since 1965, a kind of vintage restaurant. It was located in the outskirts of the city. One of the branches is also there in the city. It is always crowded so we thought of trying the genuine one. The food was good enough for its price cause it was not as high as a 5 star restaurant. While leaving tips were given. Gaurav and I gave a total tip of 4 rupees, the left over change. Apurv who has never given a tip before gave a sum of 1o rupees to be superior to us. We later made a bully of him saying that if he had ever given such a amount of tip in a 5 star restaurant.
We visited the upper lake. Wow. The lake was huge. I can say gigantic. But guess what it had dried up. it was one of the freshwater lakes in Bhopal. In the dried soil rally were held. We could see some 4 by 4 jeeps throwing dust into the air by drifting over the dried land. Some locations were chosen to take some photo graphs. Different postures and stances were tried. But none of them were appealing. We tried to take pictures when we were just in the air above the ground while jumping. Each of us tried to take a picture of the other in that way but none succeeded. A very fast responsive camera was needed for it. Which we dint have. So all in vain. Still we took photographs but not a single is perfect.
Nothing was special today. I bunked my training classes today. Arpit’s dad was about to come today. So we all packed and went to a hotel to stay for the week end. We could not find any good hotel. it was a hotel with a small room and no AC. But it was only for 2 days as we hoped so we adjusted in.
June 13th. One might think it to be a very unlucky day. But it wasn’t so. We enjoyed a great deal today. After training Kaustubh took us in his car to a temple constructed on a hill. Just at the peak. It was a very good place. And guess what? Arpit a resident of Bhopal who lived his 20 years in Bhopal never visited this place. We made a big bully of him concerning this issue. He too was very glad to see such a beautiful place. One could see the Bhopal Lake, unluckily the side from which we watched had dried up and even the airport and a military base camp and a good view of the Bhopal. And the best thing about out trip to this place was that the climate had suddenly changed. Kaustubh had been telling us that it will rain Bhopal in the next two days. He had been telling us since 5th June. And we kept on assuring that it won’t and never will in Bhopal, cause since last 3 years it never did. But it was a really lucky day it did rain today. After the scorching heat a shower was really acceptable. The temperature quickly went down. We went to a temple, a Buddha temple. After paying our respects we went to take some photographs of the lovely climate. While returning it rained heavily.
Today was really a nice day. Today we were to return to our pad. Before leaving gaurav and uma came running to me and were saying that they were not going to Arpit’s house. I asked why? They replied that they had booked 2 prostitutes for tonight. And to make me believe they had brought condoms. Damn I felt goose bumps. A chill went through my body. But a few seconds later I thought none of are so fucking daring to book a prostitute. One more will be called if I too agreed. Nobody among us has the fucking guts to get laid. It was worthless for them, cause I will not be falling for their jokes. . I was about to leave the room for them ,alone when suddenly they called back and said that they were kidding. Nobody had the guts.
Without calling and informing him we moved to Arpit’s house. Guess what? When we reached there, Arpit was looking through his window and talking to his newly committed girl friend. He was shocked to see us from his window. One must have seen his face open. His mouth fell open. He quickly came down and asked us to hide somewhere. We asked why? His dad still had not left. His parents dint know that we were living in his home without his permission. So what on earth should we do? I suggested an idea, Arpit’s BITS friend, Dushyant. So we went to his house just a 5 min walk from his house. When he heard our situation he was laughing. He, without hesitation allowed us to keep our luggage. Then we had two hours to roam about. We could not go to his house. So we all with Dushyant started strolling in the colony. But we made sure not to come near Arpit’s apartment. Dushyant and we were not much acquainted with each other. After that day we all got familiar with each other. After an hour or so we got a call from arpit saying that his dad has left. Wow. Ha.ha, we were happy to be back again to our pad. It was around 10 pm. nobody had eaten dinner. So we went out as night stalkers. No shops were open. Damn we have to sleep empty stomach today. After a search we found a fast food restaurant which was about to be closed within minutes. We pleaded him to cook something for eat. The owner agreed cause his chefs had not packed yet. The frying pans were still hot. Nothing is more satisfying than a dinner after day long starvation.
Today I really got perplexed. After so many days we went to eat to a non vegetarian restaurant known as Hakims. It was a Muslim restaurant. It specialty was non-veg and it was famous cause it served quality foods. One more reason it was famous and it was always packed with customers because it was the only proper non-veg restaurant in Bhopal. Bhopal is a city of vegetarians. So the outsiders who eat non veg are bound to come here to satisfy their taste. When we entered, the inside AC hall was packed. As his restaurant was always packed he arranged chairs in the open to accommodate more customers. Bhopal is a hot place. We dint want to eat dinner in the open. Among the five of us only gaurav was a vegetarian. Still he has no problem in sitting with us while we ate non-veg. Apurv and Arpit ordered starters. I dint. I was really hungry since morning. My mouth was producing excessive amounts of saliva while I was watching them eat the chicken fries. Anyways after some mouth watering my order was served. Really everyone agreed that I have a great eating capacity. I ordered a chicken dish and tandoori rotis’. You won’t believe I ate the most. In total 7 big pieces of chicken. Rest 3 pieces if I had taken those in, I really would have puked. So what do I do with the remaining pieces? It was a plush hotel. So naturally it will be costly. But they had an option. You can take remaining food back home; they will pack them for you. Next we planned to drink tonight. But nobody agreed to it. We dint have any space left in our stomach. Nearby was the famous hangout place bit ten market with all the plush outlets. We entered an ice cream specialist Top n Town. Arpit advised us to taste a different kind of ice cream. It was cola shooter. Bottom was ice cream and then on top of was ice cream mixed with soda in a slurry state and on top it some soft drink. What do you think it will taste like? Nay it was not at all good. Never go into Arpit’s advice. He sucks in his taste. I was really full. I really dint have the space even to take in air. My tummy was going to burst. While leaving I was not able to cope up with them. Oh shit I was having problems while descending the stairs. I was acting a pregnant woman 8 months old. ha.ha. Now guess what? Gaurav asked all of us to go to the Huka lounge to smoke. I got high on my nerves. I said I don’t have the fucking space for oxygen, how do I take in some smoke? Nobody agreed to the plan. It was getting late around 10.30 pm. Now there was a police platoon. I don’t know why. Uma and I found an auto. He agreed to take us back home with a bit high price. We agreed cause there were no more autos available. His auto had 6 neon lights inside. It was hurting our eyes. We asked the driver about the police gathering. He did not reply. Again we asked. But there was no reply. Now we asked him to switch off the lights. Suddenly he stopped and kind of his face was a bit frightened. He politely asked us to step down his ride. He refused to give us a ride any further. We were totally perplexed to his reaction. There was no other way. We had to step down. Now where on earth do we find another ride home? We walked a few steps more. On the other side of the road we saw an auto zooming past. We shouted to him on peak of our voices. Thank god he heard us. He came to us. We fixed our rate and we were now moving. The situation was explained to him. The auto driver could not stop giggling. The latter auto driver must have thought us to be criminals so he asked us to step down cause he was afraid of us. do we look criminals. Don’t know what had gone into his mind. Anyways till today I don’t have a proper reason why he did so.
Huka smoking day. Oh yeah I did a lot of passive smoking that day.
this was the day we wont forget ever
after the Huka lounge arpit was was the one to throw up. “who throws after a huka??….Arpit”. this was the slogan we kept using.