Monday, September 1, 2008

Oops...

"When college is over, friends fall apart" is one of the very common sayings and it is true to some extent...

Sunday 31st Aug.
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Me and some of my very good friends during college days came together, all in a mood to party as we all are busy now in our own worlds and this get together was more like a fresh breeze in the day to day struggles. 9 craziest people of us met each other after a long time... 4 of which are already occupied with their jobs, i m going in the next week and 2 are scheduled to leave after another week... rest r busy with their PG planning and classes and... Somethings are better, if unsaid.

Well, let me tell you the names of ppl so that it will be easier from here to carry on... Me, Girish, Shaggy, Sahil, Samit, Jitendra, Prince Sir, Ajay Sir and Meet. Meet being the odd one out has alwayz been a soft target to hit for everyone, and even he knows that. In the middle of a spooky environment(Lots of smoke and dim lights...lol) and some uncounted rounds of alcohol many of the inner feelings and hidden stories were coming out from everyone. With the last glass being slammed on the table and after a unanimous surrendering shout,"Packed!!!"..... did I say unanimous? Read it as Majority. We decided to move to a restaurant for dinner as it was only 10 in the clock. Meet being pissed off, left from there as he had a valid excuse of early morning classes next day...(I don't know, when did he started attending classes).


Now we were 8 left on three bikes and were headed to the restaurant(a popular one in the middle of the city)... for which we had to cross almost half of the city and DAMN... What a tight fielding arrangement??? Three slips, gully, point, Short 3rd man and we were on the edge... "It seems, ye sare pandu aaj month end ka target complete karne ko khade hain", said Samit and before we cud react, we were caught.....

Girish and Prince sir safely escaped through, but rest of us were not that lucky."Ae Roko, Roko, teen baith ke jaa rahe ho!!" Now as Ajay sir and Sahil were riding the bikes, they were being interrogated and were asked to show the papers. Luckily papers were complete, but they wanted another paper with Gandhiji's photo. Usually people lift their foot back if accidentally put in the shit, but we are of the other kind. We put our other foot intentionally into the shit as well rather Bull shit and you never know it may pull you into some Deep Shit. I don't understand we are a group of careless, irresponsible, fun loving people or a bunch of adventure freak idiots? Over smartness jhaadne ki aadat jo hai, wo kahan jayegi??

Now, for the sake of time pass, I took the Digicam and started taking pictures of the cops and all culprits in front of their vehicles. One of the newly appointed cop (I suspect) asked me, “Which paper?” and again If someone hits an axe in his foot, I aim it for my head. God has gifted me a Big mouth, to maine bhi faad diya. “Pratidin Prabhakar” (A popular news daily in the circle), I said and to my surprise he started giving me poses and Samit was suggesting some funny gestures to him, so that he could look good in the photographs…lol, “Kal dekhna, City edition me front page pe” said Samit. All of a sudden came a senior mamu and snatched the digicam from my hands, “PRESS wala hai tu, chal card dikha tera, card dikha tera..!!”. “Aaj nahi laya”, I replied. Till now Ajay sir and Sahil have came and all of us started pleading in a defensive mode. “Chal reel nikal tere camera ka, reel nikal..”, “Sir, this is a digicam”. “Haan, jo bhi hai reel nikal iska”, He retaliated. “Ye memory card lagta hai isme, nikal diya. Sare photo kharaab ho gaye sir, hamare bhi.” I said innocently. “Shana smajhta hai, chal tere ko to andar dalta hu”, “Baabuji zara dheere chalo..” sang sahil’s phone as girish and Prince sir were waiting for us as they didn’t even know, what we were upto. “Kaat”, shouted the senior cop. I could imagine myself just two steps away from becoming the Ranjhor ka Rathore, but Jitendra who haven’t spoken a word so far said, “Iske papa PRESS me hain” and it seemed that so far he was just thinking about how to make the police do our Happy B’day, and all of us were staring at him with Killer looks and he said, “Haan, inko aise hi chamkana chahiye.”

But, our luck smiled on us and there came an angel, farishta… “Kya naam hai tera??”, “Tu marathi aahes??, Baba kay kartaat??, Tu kay karto??” and I was answering each of his questions seriously. “Are you all drunk??”, “Nahi…hi hi hi, thodi si”. “Oh god!! Already drunk, caught three on bikes red handed and you were taking photographs of the cops and you said you are press guys. Phans jaate tum sab bahut bure tarike se, Bacha liya maine, Majhya communitycha asun asa kartos..” Now Ajay sir was getting impatient, “Sorry sir, we’ll take care ki aisa fir nahi hoga, jaayen hum??”

We moved ahead from the spot and not even half a mile ahead we stopped our bikes and we were literally lying down on the road with huge laughter outbursts, "Yaar!! Bacha liya, thik hai thank you. Farishta hai, farishta reh, papa kyo ban raha hai??"(Ehsaanfaramosh)…and Sahil revealed that, in all this mess the cop forgot to take the challan penalty from him and now the laughter riot got uncontrollable. Now we had our dinner and in between the talks of our veergatha.

Then as we had the challan receipts, we were the kings of the road now. After leaving everyone to their homes or nearby places; I, Girish and sahil returned to our homes…When I was in the way back to my home, I received the texts from Girish and Sahil which read, “Reached home safely, parents asleep” and I was hoping for the same. But no one can do anything, if the destiny decides to screw him. I reached home safely (Adhi jung fateh ) but as I was moving toward the door with thief steps… suddenly the door opened and papa came into the picture “Welcome son !!” ….

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* Fictious story including embellishment of a small incidence.