the point of being aimless

now strolling unnecessarily at the worst times during the day is something I think I and my friend rohan even more so can claim expert specialisation in. I really hate doing it.. getting sweaty for no apparent benefit, like most others is not something I seek or enjoy doing. However, like the crow club targeting my car every morning at 7 30, such plans invariably find me and drag me and then later make me crib like i am now...

err.. actually no.. they don make me crib.. being what we r.. a blooper or a strange observation is always at hand.. leadin to silly laughter and senseless jokes being stretched beyond their suggested limits...

so one fine sunday morning kya idea aaya aaj 3 4th khareedne ka! i meet rohan online and i tell him wish to be trendy.. he says lets go to bandra.. 2 hours later we both r in a rick to the station..

"why are we going to bandra?"
"mujhe purani yaadein taaza karni hai.."

on the way we see a BMC dustbin.. the big green ones with 10 meter radius within which all the stinky waste were happily strewn making merry in the sun.. this one was no different.. i noted the point to rohan..

"people are aimless in Bombay man!" was his philosophical conclusion of what he saw..
and before I could interrupt.. he furnished is logic..
"unka aim acha nahi hai.. everything falls outside the bin"

the local train that day had a surprise in store for us.. it was full..jam packed.. that meant the only effort we needed to getting was to try and grab anything that came in the way... now train journey on the mumbai trakcs are well documented ones and its a topic very well molested by all bloggers who want try to be funny...so i d rather avoid all the interesting things that caught our attention during the half hour ride..

but i was curious to note how the Mumbai local and its people defy Newton's third law so blatantly ( well not exactly very blatant.. but thought i can use it here)

we can jump of a fast train which slows down a bit on slow stations.. but its equal and opposite.. gettin on to a runnin fast train.. its my sincere belief it can't be done.. and there goes the world famous law for a toss..

the next 3 hours went roaming in the sun looking for the perfect pair of 3 4ths .. ok actually just 2.. after which we realised the human urge to quench thirst is worse than the need for sex.. and that the human need to drink something exotic when it is totally drained is even more than the former..

so we went hunting for a good place to sit and drink.. of course it wasn't an easy job satisfying our varying wants... we went into crosswords to go n sit at the bistro or something cafe, the same one that' there at juhu shoppers..

unfortunately the three seats there were already taken... and we had to shuffle around trying to look like we are trying to find a book for around 5 minutes before getting out...

finally we found a place somewhere in between... i think it was lemon grass...

we go in.. everyone there were a couple.. a boy n a girl all sharing rice and a weird green liquid.. we felt almost alien like there.. two guys sharing a drink.. but its ok... me n rohan have gone diaper hunting together and lets not talk about the endless retail therapy we have sort as comrades in arms...

so we settle down to drink.. till the temptation of satisfying the curiosity of what the green drink was about surfaces.. we figured it was kiwi and raw mango.. but was it worth drinkin.. or maybe we shud try it.. everyone else s having it.. so after a good 10 mintues we decide we want to have lemon ice tea... that s what we do with our time.. we suffocate it and torture it...

both of us knew we weren't gonna drink it.. we are not very adventures with drinks and food.. but we still need to pretend that we are..

without stretching things further i will conclude...

we didn buy 3 4ths .. we did go to rohan's old french class.. though we don understand y.. but nevertheless his purani yaadein did get tazaa so its fine.. we found out that we are hopeless when it comes to deciding.. like when we called a rick and were standing behind laughing coz we didn know what to tell him.. we didn know where we wanted to go.. we called him so that we stop walking in the sun pointlessly...

its getting late now.. i will put a stop here...

excuse me. .. leave please?

the farsan of the chaurasia wants a vacation..

but no vacation comes along....

the scene: palanji sadan

first days into the 6th semester.. lets all go out somewhere again it will be fun like the IV's was the unanimous opinion.. though the choice of places was no where close to being unanimous.. goa, shimla te kul manali. bangkok pataia.. laddakh and leh.. farsan figured moon would be a good idea.. perfect destination. changes its shape every day.. of course that ended the discussion

that was a 18 months and 17 days before this moment that we share with each other today..

we never went anywhere..

the plans wer made again..
the scene: rohan's terrace
nihar got pissed wen i asked him if he's comin to rohan's terrace.." saale.. woh mera bhi terrace hai.. mai bhi rehta hoo.. in fact my flat is closer to the terrace than his" ..

anyway he said he won't reach on time.. so me and my lonliness, rohan dholam for you.. :) . sat once again to figure out ki karein kya...

Let's go to kerala man.. the hi fis were made to sign the agreement tot he proposal... kerala it was.. so me and him.. who else.. call up miskil..
"kidhar hai be? "
"goa"
"ok.. goa chhod.. kerala aa raha hai kya?"
the next minte and a half was juxtaposed with frequent yet intermittent laughter at the futility of the entire discussion that took place..

"plan kya hai?"
"simple hai!"
"kya hai?"
"sunega toh bolu?"
"yeh mai sun ke nahi leta tha"
"abbe sunegaaa!!!"
"ok"
"haan.. toh plan yu hai.. december mai hum log kerala jaa rahe hai.. is baar new year house boat mai hoga!"
"new year in kerala! .. abbe goa jaate hai na"
"tu jaa.. mai toh kerala jaaoonga"
Rohan didn like the idea then.. " chup be.. krala mai new year.. kay boring hai.. wat will you do int eh house boat.."
" get sloshed? i guess"
"no"
"ok"
"hello?" miskil interrupted
"haan mikki plan cancel.. we ll call u in 5 mins" 'click!'

so wats the problem.. kerala is to boring for new year... kuch naya sochna hai..thoda ecitment..

the perfect plan: we ll leave on 20th december for kerala.. 1 week is more than enough for god's small country ( its interesitn how small and coutnry are slang for liquor in south) .. 27th we leave for goa.. 1 st ko we come back from goa.. kickass...

call up mikki.. "plan toh sunn.. chak ke toh dekh!"

tht was a year back.. nearly..

new year came and went... kerala din happen.. goa we didn go... wat we chose instead was alibaug.. tht was a disaster id rather not talk about.. the only good thing being a bottle of vodka and a miniature rum .. (small in mallu land) .. that i gulped like water through the night with nikhil and golu.. finally to see shit parade the first thing on new years day int he stinky beaches of alibaug...

numerous plans were made after that... we never get tired of it... try try till you try again..

dehradun haridwar har ki doon..madhya pradesh.. darjeeling.. plans rejected.. leave application rejected..thank you very much
delhi jaate hai.. leave rejected again..
guwahati? bahut duur hai..

me and rohan still sittin on his terrace..
"kidhar jaate hai yaar..."
" chal.."

"tanha raahi apne raah chalte jaayega..
ab toh jo bhi hoga dekha jaayega.."