Birthdays and Me

Incident 1

This is an incident which took place in the month of January this year. I woke up in the morning and it came to my mind that tomorrow is my friend’s birthday and unlike last year… this time I should not wish him belated. He is one of my close pals. Without any further delay I reached for my sophisticated cell phone (Nokia 1100) and added a reminder for 11:59 pm that night. At 11:45 pm I receive a call…

Friend: Hello
Me: Hi
Friend: Is everything okay with you…? (sounds concerned)
Me: Haan, mereko kya ho sakta hai…
Friend: To sale besharam… Call kyu nei kiya ? (curious now..)
Me: Saale, tu meri girl friend hai jo tujhe roj call karu..???
(trying to act smart..)
Friend: Mera birthday hai besharam (angry and irritated)
Me: Kaun si ghari pehenta hai be…? abhi tak 12 nei baje hai..
(Confident and proud of my own HMT watch)
Friend: Mera birthday aaj tha… not tomorrow.(disgusted)
Me: ????????
Friend: @#$#*&&@@###
(uses the most prestigious words he can use for me)
Me: ????


Incident 2

This is another incident which took place a few days later… I called up a friend of mine… another close pal… it was his birthday

Me: Hi
Friend: Hello (Expecting something)
Me: I had a doubt yaar…
Friend: Ya, tell me… (suspicious now)
Me: Is it your birthday today…???
Friend: #@$*!&%###@!!!$**##
(uses a GRE level vocabulary)
Me: Aare, I just wanted to confirm before wishing you…
Friend: #@$*!&%###@!!!$**##
(repeats his GRE level vocab)
Me: ????

Incident 3

I called another friend of mine... on his birthday... another close firend okay...

Friend: Hello
Me: Happpy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday to.... (Singing...)
Friend: #@@##$%##@... My birthday was 11th September, not 11th November.
Me: ???? (Singing stops)


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Pune Trip - Stills

Pune Trip - Day 3, Last Day

Day 3:

If you have grown up watching hindi movies (I am talking about the days when neither the khan nor the singh was the king, and even the most painful movies were less nonsensical than the present day ones), then you must be familiar with two places – Khandala and Lonavala. And just in case Murphy is at luck, and you have never heard these two words before, I assure, you cannot escape the scorn; not knowing what Khandala and Lonavala may be utterly blissful until some one discovers the truth, and categorize you along with the ones who liked the movie sawariya.

And if at all you have never heard of things like sawariya, ramu ki aag, bhootnath, etc etc… then let me admit, dear reader I am honored to know that you prefer wasting your time reading this crap, than watching such movies.


Today was our last day of the trip, and as you might have guessed by now, we were heading for Lonavala and Khandala. It was raining, and we were speeding on the Mumbai-Pune Express way. It was one of the moments, when I get a strong urge to knock the driver off his seat and grab the wheel. Rains outside, 6 lane highway, and KK’s 'khuda-jane' made the mood perfect for a long drive. Thanks to the resilience, Mr P is blessed with; we reached Lonavala, victimizing him all the way. Photo sessions at the spots, bhurji-pav, baby corn and coffee and we were heading for Khandala. Visibility was below 10 meters up there, and eye candies were floating all around, oops did I say visibility was low..??? ;) Less number of photographs and we were on our way back.


Left with nothing much to do before dinner, we spent some time at Koregaon Park, relishing chocolate pastry at the German bakery, and obviously ogling at the babes ;). For dinner we were at Rajwada… now that’s a perfect name for a restaurant… unlike ‘sadanand’.

And then this gentleman equipped with a PDA walks up to take the order… what seemed to be a bureaucratic demeanor at the first sight turned out to be aaj-kal-ke-bigde-hue-ladke types attitude.

But I don’t blame him for staring at customers with disdain… There can be many reasons for that… May be his ancestors never felt the need to smile and in the course of evolution, this trait was completely lost from their genes; May be he lost his smile the moment he saw his wife at his wedding night; or who knows may be he was forced to watch “sawariya” in his dreams last night… whatever it is, it is not his fault. After all there is one important thing, which he has much more than us, he would call it EXPERIENCE, but we call it AGE.

He started taking the orders and pressed the buttons on his PDA, with the attitude of a president in some country, pressing the “launch” button, to trigger a nuclear missile and felt equally bad for the innocent souls about to die…

We still had much energy left… two of us don’t remember, how and when we slept… but yes it was definitely dawn by then… we woke up late… that was when i came to know that Mr X had already arrived early morning, a small chat session, a continental brunch at polka dots... French fries and stuff packed for the journey and we were heading back to Bangalore... Within 4 hours of our journey we succeeded in eating all the stuff we got packed, and dumped the empty polythene bags at a petrol pump on the way…


Nobody realized that the 5 CD’s with all the photographs taken during the trip was also dumped along with the now- non-empty polythene bags…




Acknowledgments

Mr B: For writing the CD’s again and sending them by courier.
Mr P: For being the most coveted target.
Mr J and Mr N: For clicking 3 GB photographs in 3 days. That’s an achievement guys..!!!
Mr K: For coming up with biscuit or lays every half an hour, in the bus.
Mr A: For bunking office to join us from Day 1.
Mr S: For playing songs repeatedly in the car.
Mr R: For being the only one to crack good and sensible jokes.
Mr H: For a few good jokes once again.
Mr X: For traveling all the way from Aurangabad to meet us.
Mr D: For writing this crap.


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