Once again it was Saturday, waking up with a heavy head after the Friday night’s party with Vandana and Rajat, where we had a blast, I wanted to rest in the house the whole day, but to my tough luck, Saturday was full of happening, hanging around and pub hopping and ended up in a ordeal……. Yeah ordeal….
THE DAY started with the phone call from Laxman (LSD Laxman singh Deora) who was back from Jaipur just in 7 Days (he is supposedly shifted to Jaipur, to join family business)………. We met and headed towards GK M-Block to pick his girlfriend … Gullu a.k.a Love Deep Singh (LDS).
FOOD FOOD and More FOOD
Me LDS and LSD met Vandana at CP and this whole bunch of young and happy youths headed to Khana unlimited to have our elaborate meal, since Vandana was leaving Delhi by the 4 PM bus and it was only 2 in the afternoon. We had to spend those few after the meal hrs, till she leaves, on a lazy Saturday the best thing could have been a relaxing sleep but since it was not possible in the middle of the market, thus we decided to take the kick of caffeine at Costa coffee to spend the time. I must also remind you that at 5 I had to meet Mekhla, she is in Delhi for her MBA.
Coffee Shop to Coffee Shop
We chit chatted, had our share of laugh on odd jokes, and time passed by, Vandana left and soon the rest of us also departed to our respective works…….. for me the only and most important work was meeting Mekhla, I waited at Barista, but couldn't find the space, finally we settled at CCD, where the AC wasent working and my couch was just adjacent to television, we became the victims of their super poor service , and had to leave after scolding the manager like bonkers.
SUBWAY walk
In between the wait for coffee we chatted a lot and my phone kept on beeping and ringing to disturb me in our conversation, I got the sms from LSD to reach TJIF asap…. So the next thing was a walk through inner circle on our way to TJIF, on the way the smell of the bread just pulled us in the SUBWAY we just couldn't control our temptation for a sub so a gr8 meal with a gr8 person……. and finally after our eating session we reached TJIF, and here the evening begins…….
THE DAY started with the phone call from Laxman (LSD Laxman singh Deora) who was back from Jaipur just in 7 Days (he is supposedly shifted to Jaipur, to join family business)………. We met and headed towards GK M-Block to pick his girlfriend … Gullu a.k.a Love Deep Singh (LDS).
FOOD FOOD and More FOOD
Me LDS and LSD met Vandana at CP and this whole bunch of young and happy youths headed to Khana unlimited to have our elaborate meal, since Vandana was leaving Delhi by the 4 PM bus and it was only 2 in the afternoon. We had to spend those few after the meal hrs, till she leaves, on a lazy Saturday the best thing could have been a relaxing sleep but since it was not possible in the middle of the market, thus we decided to take the kick of caffeine at Costa coffee to spend the time. I must also remind you that at 5 I had to meet Mekhla, she is in Delhi for her MBA.
Coffee Shop to Coffee Shop
We chit chatted, had our share of laugh on odd jokes, and time passed by, Vandana left and soon the rest of us also departed to our respective works…….. for me the only and most important work was meeting Mekhla, I waited at Barista, but couldn't find the space, finally we settled at CCD, where the AC wasent working and my couch was just adjacent to television, we became the victims of their super poor service , and had to leave after scolding the manager like bonkers.
SUBWAY walk
In between the wait for coffee we chatted a lot and my phone kept on beeping and ringing to disturb me in our conversation, I got the sms from LSD to reach TJIF asap…. So the next thing was a walk through inner circle on our way to TJIF, on the way the smell of the bread just pulled us in the SUBWAY we just couldn't control our temptation for a sub so a gr8 meal with a gr8 person……. and finally after our eating session we reached TJIF, and here the evening begins…….
DAARUUUuuuuu…………..
What could be better than a welcoming long island tea by Rajat and Laxman who were waiting for us with a big faking smile :) ……the lucky happy hours nourished my brain synapse more and more by the regular supply of LIT and beer…..
TJIF was good but like all the lions we had to go to our DEN, our den, the final destination i,e, The BLUES…….. (is is a cosy small pub rigth under bananleaf at inner circle), Blues is in the list of my favourite pubs Delhi, its got limited people, good music, dim light, Good food….. what else you want in the company of friends to drink…..
Drink Drink Drink Drink Drink D%^&* @#$% ^
Rounds and rounds of beer was coming in, and the mood was turning from happening to tipsy, suddenly the singer in me woke up I was singing all the songs on top of my voice, Yellow, Winds of Change, Daddy Yankee…. And what not…..
All Happy friends everywhere, cheers was the loudest sound which we were making and drinking……. And drinking and drinking…………….. Dancing to the oddest tunes, and a cute chinky gal clicking our pics..... she was cute ;) Though i realized that later.......
Rajat’s Transformation
The beauty with Rajat is that with every sip of liquor he changes his personality from a decent guy on the block, to a learned person…… the transformation takes many shapes and turns like Shakira's belly and finally Rajat ends up in a puking emotional crying buffoon, and if you ask him why is he crying???……… who the FUCK have the answer…….
Here and there
Some other happenings of the evening were LDS’s entry and a crying session, I don’t know why lovers cry like asses at public places….. I still don’t know the reason for her tearful eyes, was it coz she didn’t like AKON or may be she was crying coz she could not see Akon in the huge crowd and it was nite also :D ………………………… (she was coming directly from the Akon concernt)
She was with her bro, a real Hip Hopp dude, dressed like the niggers the only thing missing was a hi tech off road with 50k watts of music as his ride……………
oh yeah, one more thing i remember I had tipped the person at the facility with Rs.100 and don’t know why the hell I do it……… i dint give him money the munnabhai in me did, who came out as daaru poured in......
Party Over…………
The talli union ended the party with a plan that after dropping Mekhla to Padpadganj I would join the LSD and puking Rajat at Rajat’s flat in Mayur vihar, said to be in Delhi, for me it is far off………………………….
The Plan was going perfect I dropped Mekhla and headed towards a nightmare………
The Ordeal begins
To my ill luck talli people told me wrong address of the flat and I was in between nowhere in the 3.5 km long township……………… I headed towards the wrong address on the sixth floor and rang the bell and received a old gentlemen with anger on his face on the door who rejected my plea to guide me to the correct address. This was repeated on the two more buildings where I rang the bell at the odd hrs…….
To increase my BP my ph battery discharged and my wallet was empty……… what to do what not to do was a question…………..
Helping Mallu’s
On entering the fourth building I met a mallu couple who extended a helping hand and invited me to come to their flat and charge my phone, I called my beloved sloshed friends but the phones were not responded, I guess Rajats ph must have got tiered printing my Miss calls on it, and Laxman’s phone I guess had some of Long Island Tea as it was also as off as Laxman……….. I made a few more random calls and finally the wisdom words came from Mr.Mallu “Son, your friends dosen’t deserve your friendship, you go back to your house and just break off with them” believe me he was so correct on that moment……………………………..
Kamine Talli
Coma Point
What to do and what not to do, many thoughts were popping up in my mind from all the possible angles, After 15 mins of confusion I decided that I would return home………… I began my search for the Auto rickshaw which would take me back home to south Delhi……. So after a km long walk I saw the raise of hope, it was like a sunrise after 100 years of darkness for me, the light of a rick was visible from a long distance, I prayed god that please send it as your message……. And indeed it was god’s message……… Bhaiyaji agreed to take me home………I realized that going home on time is such a good deed……………………But I have to operate my ATM on the way to pay the gentlemen.
Finally at Destination
The cold breeze is now turning into freezing air and it was tough for a t-shirt to stop its effect……….. Tiered and sneezing I reached home at 3,30 in the morning; It didn't took me ore than 3 mins to sleep or to say faint in the bed…………. I thought that it is the last time I am drinking and I must quit it………………………….
In the morning when I woke up I was again catching up with friends and making plans for the Sunday afternoon……………………………..
What could be better than a welcoming long island tea by Rajat and Laxman who were waiting for us with a big faking smile :) ……the lucky happy hours nourished my brain synapse more and more by the regular supply of LIT and beer…..
TJIF was good but like all the lions we had to go to our DEN, our den, the final destination i,e, The BLUES…….. (is is a cosy small pub rigth under bananleaf at inner circle), Blues is in the list of my favourite pubs Delhi, its got limited people, good music, dim light, Good food….. what else you want in the company of friends to drink…..
Drink Drink Drink Drink Drink D%^&* @#$% ^
Rounds and rounds of beer was coming in, and the mood was turning from happening to tipsy, suddenly the singer in me woke up I was singing all the songs on top of my voice, Yellow, Winds of Change, Daddy Yankee…. And what not…..
All Happy friends everywhere, cheers was the loudest sound which we were making and drinking……. And drinking and drinking…………….. Dancing to the oddest tunes, and a cute chinky gal clicking our pics..... she was cute ;) Though i realized that later.......
Rajat’s Transformation
The beauty with Rajat is that with every sip of liquor he changes his personality from a decent guy on the block, to a learned person…… the transformation takes many shapes and turns like Shakira's belly and finally Rajat ends up in a puking emotional crying buffoon, and if you ask him why is he crying???……… who the FUCK have the answer…….
Here and there
Some other happenings of the evening were LDS’s entry and a crying session, I don’t know why lovers cry like asses at public places….. I still don’t know the reason for her tearful eyes, was it coz she didn’t like AKON or may be she was crying coz she could not see Akon in the huge crowd and it was nite also :D ………………………… (she was coming directly from the Akon concernt)
She was with her bro, a real Hip Hopp dude, dressed like the niggers the only thing missing was a hi tech off road with 50k watts of music as his ride……………
oh yeah, one more thing i remember I had tipped the person at the facility with Rs.100 and don’t know why the hell I do it……… i dint give him money the munnabhai in me did, who came out as daaru poured in......
Party Over…………
The talli union ended the party with a plan that after dropping Mekhla to Padpadganj I would join the LSD and puking Rajat at Rajat’s flat in Mayur vihar, said to be in Delhi, for me it is far off………………………….
The Plan was going perfect I dropped Mekhla and headed towards a nightmare………
The Ordeal begins
To my ill luck talli people told me wrong address of the flat and I was in between nowhere in the 3.5 km long township……………… I headed towards the wrong address on the sixth floor and rang the bell and received a old gentlemen with anger on his face on the door who rejected my plea to guide me to the correct address. This was repeated on the two more buildings where I rang the bell at the odd hrs…….
To increase my BP my ph battery discharged and my wallet was empty……… what to do what not to do was a question…………..
Helping Mallu’s
On entering the fourth building I met a mallu couple who extended a helping hand and invited me to come to their flat and charge my phone, I called my beloved sloshed friends but the phones were not responded, I guess Rajats ph must have got tiered printing my Miss calls on it, and Laxman’s phone I guess had some of Long Island Tea as it was also as off as Laxman……….. I made a few more random calls and finally the wisdom words came from Mr.Mallu “Son, your friends dosen’t deserve your friendship, you go back to your house and just break off with them” believe me he was so correct on that moment……………………………..
Kamine TalliComa Point
What to do and what not to do, many thoughts were popping up in my mind from all the possible angles, After 15 mins of confusion I decided that I would return home………… I began my search for the Auto rickshaw which would take me back home to south Delhi……. So after a km long walk I saw the raise of hope, it was like a sunrise after 100 years of darkness for me, the light of a rick was visible from a long distance, I prayed god that please send it as your message……. And indeed it was god’s message……… Bhaiyaji agreed to take me home………I realized that going home on time is such a good deed……………………But I have to operate my ATM on the way to pay the gentlemen.
Finally at Destination
The cold breeze is now turning into freezing air and it was tough for a t-shirt to stop its effect……….. Tiered and sneezing I reached home at 3,30 in the morning; It didn't took me ore than 3 mins to sleep or to say faint in the bed…………. I thought that it is the last time I am drinking and I must quit it………………………….
In the morning when I woke up I was again catching up with friends and making plans for the Sunday afternoon……………………………..
1 comments:
hi frds !im nu on the blog . i met LSD few days back in jammu on the occasion of marriage of my cousin n his frd.i didnot know him very much but on the xperience of spending 3-4 days wid him i can surely say that he is a class. and a person always helping others , a very lovable person,very kool attitude n really a person whom ny1 can rely on n a respectable guy.i will keep on blogging
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