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Hi Everyone we are organizing a cultural show on the 27th of October 2018. Please do come along and help make this a success, if you can spread the word then also please do so.

All help will be greatly appreciated…

The show includes Lead Singer Sidhu Moosewala (SidhuMooseWala ‏) , and also Features Bhangra Maestro Benny Dhaliwal (DhaliwalBenny) and Aman Hayer (AmanHayer1 )

Hosted by: Harpz Kaur

Dj Entertaiment by: Dj Harv Kudos

A Night Not To Be Missed…

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The seating plan is as follows .. Seating will be round tables of 12 on VIP GOLD and 10 seating on Diamond.

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I will be there , if you guys come do look me up and meet up , would be good to see you all..

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Right by now you all know how that I had gone to India, I needed this trip for my own sanity or insanity, last year had given me a lot of sleepless , restless nights , when everything seems to be going perfect Life makes a U-turn. I know everyone says we have our up’s and downs but I have realised in my case it is more like ABOUT TURN or North – SOUTH , completely opposite. So when I finally finalised the trip got my holidays and tickets sorted, I told my friends, as usual it was the expected reaction I got which made the decision to go home even more sweeter.

My flight was from UK-Dubai-Mumbai as the plan was to stay a couple of days in mumbai and then leave for chandigarh, but due to the wedding arrangements I had to change that at the last moment, There is no domestic flight from Mumbai to Chandigarh late in the evening for some reason, So I had to still stay one night in Mumbai.

R’s mom offered me to come over to her home,which was so lovely of her, so Thank you so much R’s mom, I am sorry I could not make time to come and at least meet the little one and Family, but Next time Promise to meet. I really really appreciate this and believe me I wont forget ..

We had planned to meet up in mumbai, drive to pune , where I was to also get in touch with Rahul, and he was such a gentleman he too offered and invited me to his home, but due to the last-minute changes nothing materialised, Rahul to you also I am very sorry , but next time my friend for sure.

Rajesh whom we call GUPTAAAAAAAA JIIIIIIIIII was so angry at the change of plans , but it could not be helped, So the journey started , the party began from Home as two of my friends offered to drop me at the airport, which was an excuse to start the party, I usually dont carry that much luggage so I got my stuff checked in and straight for the bar. I needed the drinks as had a long journey ahead. Finally the flight took off and I landed at Mumbai.

I will mention here that I did not like the fact that Dubai airport no longer has free Wi-fi. I had some hard time passing the time there is only so much time you can spend in the duty free, Also I was not much impressed with the duty free, Thankfully the call came to board the Mumbai flight, Which turned out to be an experience in its own, As when the call came to board the plane, everyone moved towards the boarding gate , expecting to board the plane but instead there was BUS standing , Usually you would think the plane is probably parked on the tarmac 2-3 minutes ride away.

But hold your breadth we went on that bus for more than 25 minutes , that’s how big the Dubai airport is , God knows where the plane was parked for all we could see was tarmac, or the main road on the side running parallel which had lot of traffic, far in the horizon it was getting darker and darker as if its gonna rain Elephants and camels rather than cats and dogs .. Finally managed to reach the plane, Landed in Mumbai. The first instance was to get the phone on as Mumbai had Free Wi-Fi and thanks to all these Apps that we get on phone it has become so easier to be in touch.

Now in the normal world usually when you talk to someone they ask how are you, how was flight etc etc but here The moment I switched on , got a call From Rajesh saying “PAHUNCH GAYA” (You Reached).. and then the next question was “Kehdi Peeni hai” .. What you going to drink 🙂 , so we decided to buy Two bottles from the duty free.
Duty free is another place where rules are broken I guess depending on the face of the passenger , I had already bought my Quota of Alcohol from Dubai but that was for the wedding, so I just went to Duty free in Mumbai and picked up Two more bottles , I did tell the guy at checkout that I already got my Quota , and he just asked am I paying cash or card.. He even asked Do I need more .. 🙂

For some reason my luggage took ages to come out, it seemed everyone had left I was still standing there, finally the suitcase arrived. Another thing I found different at airport was that they scanned your luggage once again , just before you went out of airport, I never had that before.. so that worried me as I had over the top quota of alcohol , But no one seemed to bother.

I was supposed to be picked up by a hotel person, to take me to a hotel which Rajesh had booked for me for the night, Here let me tell you one thing that I was meeting him after a long long time the last I had met him was in first year of college , as Rajesh went to the engineering college after that, I did meet him once on his wedding day. But after that we had never met Or been in contact with each other .. so its was going to be A MOMENT.. meeting up for sure.

Reached the hotel Orchid checked in , meanwhile continuously in touch with him as he was driving from pune , He finally reached I can’t tell you guys what a feeling it was to meet someone after so many years, to meet someone with whom you have shared life’s best years, those who know all your secrets, those who stood with you right or wrong.. those who helped you every time when they could ..

We had so much to talk about , SO MUCH but before that the Bottle had to be opened, Cheers Time it was, I mean time was Flying just the two of us , When I was on flight I was wondering what are we going to talk about, its been so many years , I am sure both of us would have forgotten things as time gone by, BUT as we started it was like a dam had broken, Time was flying and suddenly it was suddenly 10pm , we had planned to have a few drinks and then go for a drive, have dinner outside somewhere..

Apparently Salman Khan usually came out to a place , we were to go and meet him 🙂 but the clock had its own mind, it was running on its own sweet speed, Time was flying past yet our talks did not finish .. After a couple of drinks we started calling other friends trying to tease them that we are having fun while they were probably in bed trying to go to sleep.. Called up almost everyone in the phone list, They were cursing us for that ..

Our Talks were like those of little kids .. YAAD HAI this.. YAAD HAI that.. DO you remember we went to see that movie , DO you remember the college canteen, DO you remember THIS . do you remember THAT.. it went on and on and Onnnnnnnnnnn , its funny how one thing leads to another, so many little stories that I had forgotten came to mind, as if we had just done them. College time was like NOW, How Mr Gauba the Chemistry teacher was disturbed , How the Samose-Channa-Bhatura in canteen were so OILY, I probably would not eat them now, at that time they were so tasty.

I use to have a Bicycle then, as parents would not buy me a Bike or Scooter.. We had a OLD LUNA (does any one remember those good old days of Luna) and then had a french moped called Sportif.. (Now that is really a BLAST from the PAST).

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I would sometimes get that to ride, Gupta use to stay in University as his Dad use to work for the Punjab University, I would pick up the Luna in evening and go to meet him in evenings and we would go around the campus , walking around the Girls hostel, One of our friends Sister use to stay in Girls hostel , We were so concerned about her that WE HAD TO go meet her to see if she was ok 🙂 Via her we met other girls and soon the well being of her had taken a back seat .. we were more concerned about the new friends we had made ..

Both of us had changed so much Gupta paaji had become a bit heavier. 🙂 and had gone fatter than what he use to be a Skinny guy, and I was no more the sardar he had seen , I had -had my hair chopped , shaved , But what I felt was all that was just yesterday, It was just yesterday in first year for the finals Physics exam, we had somehow got the question paper leaked (or so we thought) , who did I take it, to get it solved , it was Gupta –Mr. Studious managed to solve it.

soon it was Selfie times toooooo ..

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Early morning I had a flight to take to Chandigarh.. That part next time 🙂 I wanted to re live those 2 weeks hence putting one day at a time , I know all readers will get bored but please do bear 🙂

After more than a decade , I finally got to be in a situation where I could be in India , in my home city at precisely the same moment when the festival of holi was to be celebrated, My Mama ji’s (maternal Uncle) daughter was getting married and she had managed to get me to promise her that I will be there in Punjab. The wedding was to be on 19th march in my Nana (maternal Grandfather) house, which is 5-6 hours from Chandigarh and if you go at my speed it could be done in 4 hours 30 minutes.. Since she was also going from Uk along with her Fiancée we all had only a few days to manage everything.

The ladies sangeet was to be on 16th and my flight to reach Chandigarh was on 15th and holi was on 17th , 18th was to be the day when girls side go to the boy’s side for the Shagun ceremony which was again to be in a village nearer to Amritsar, again a 5-6 hours journey, it was going to be a hectic schedule. My friends knew I was going to come and everyone was Like I had to make sure I would be with them on HOLI, so much so that some suggested to miss everything and be there, emails-phone calls , exchanged which involved a lot of swearing , shouting , but then it was fun thinking about it now.

So the journey began I landed at chandigarh airport to find my best matey Babbar at the airport, what I had not realised was he was not alone , a few others too turned up.. Cherry came, Sunjeet turned up from ambala, and my cousin Noni too turned up.

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Fun time started from the airport itself, I had planned that I will leave by 3pm but one thing led to the other only to start for my village about 6pm in evening, the moment I left the city disaster struck, typical with me, things never go to plan , the rear tyre burst, “OH NO”, opened the boot to look for the spare to only find that the spare was also punctured, Not a good start at all.Thankfully there was a gentleman coming from the other side on his bike who gave Me and My punctured tyre a Lift, to a nearby village, I knocked on a house of the guy who fixes punctures stayed. He was kind enough to open and do the needful, after getting all that sorted I started off once again towards my village.

Thankfully nothing un-towards happened on the way other than the amount of phonecalls I was getting from my relatives , as according to them I was supposed to have reached home by 7pm NOT Started towards home at 7pm , One good thing happened the traffic seemed to ease out at night, which was good for me to get used to driving in India after so many many years soon I was back into INDIA MODE, zooming in and out, giving two hoots to the traffic coming from the right or the Red light on the way . The main roads were very good but as I went off the main road , it was chaos the BADAL Akali Govt. In all their wisdom suddenly decided to dug up all the village connecting roads , have their contractors put the raw material on the sides.. Election Gimmicks I guess to get votes, I was not happy god know how many times I abused these Govt officials.

Anyway to cut the Story short because this is supposed to be an article on the 17th March , I reached home about 2am, the bed had been laid for me , I met everyone , talked for a bit and off to Zzzzzzzz land. Next day we got busy in doing some work, the ladies sangeet started, and my phone would not stop ringing because everyone at Chandigarh was asking When am I starting, I had with lot of persuasion managed to make all my relatives aunty’s and uncles agree to the fact that I have to return.. The fun carried on till about 11pm where everyone started to pack up, and go to sleep , since the function was in the village it was just a family affair , come 11 pm I sat in my car and Zooomed back to Chandigarh, Reached Babbar’s house at approximately 4-5am in the morning. I was so damn tired I went to sleep ..

Early morning I was woken up to the sound of HORNSSSSSSSsss – LOUD MUSIC – TRUMPETS etc, kids were running around on the road outside, neighbours were putting color on each other It felt so fresh, I walked out of the house to be bombarded with Colour .. Rest of my friends started turning up , I was meeting them after more than a decade, everyone had changed so much, a few had got married , a few had become parents , some had lost their hair , It was fantabulos.

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Whoever came to the house was targeted with color – water anything that came to hand

That is me filling the Bucket and making sure I put it all over Babbar .. 🙂

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and he in return joined the kids to make sure , he has his revenge on ladies .. boooooooooooooo too him 🙂

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We decided to go uphill for a picnic, The ladies did a wonderful job I must say with all the food, we men were responsible for the DRINKS 🙂 , started towards Morni hills on the way saw a lot of people enjoying the festival especially these girls , who were standing from inside the sunroof, singing their head off , drinking too which made them go louder and louder, but I guess the idea was to enjoy, they were surly enjoying, we enjoyed just watching them 🙂

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Drove for sometime in the hills singing , dancing , on way found a little stream of water running , so stopped for our picnic, the kids in the group were having fun with me as their english chachu, couple of them were seeing me for the first time , so I guess they were all Ga Ga of a foreign returned Chachu.. they started to play with me

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I also joined them in the fun and took them on in the battle of the Water

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When I was unable to control them , I had to do the MAN THING.. I had to take LAW in my hands and MAN-HANDLE the kids into submission and I WON.. yooooooooooooooooo hooooooooooooooo , bring it on… KIDDO’s

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yess , I took each one of them and dunked them in that stream MUUUU HA HA HA HA HA HA .. Bad chachu I guess

Food time came, ladies had prepared some delicious food, for the Foreign returned, making sure there was not much spices etc, as it was only my second day in india,I did not want to get sick , But saying that by then so much alcohol had gone inside that it would have been pretty Safe to eat anything .. as I am sure you all know that “Darooo peene se PEt ke saare Kide mar jaate hain”.. 🙂 he he he .. don’t ask me to translate that in English , it wont be funny then 🙂 .. but just for those who don’t understand hindi (Drinking Alcohol, kills all the germs in the stomach), see not funny at all ..

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Food time

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The Long walk back to the parked cars ..

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The Whole gang well almost as a few left to find another place uphill to have coffee ..

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Ended up on top of a hill where I in my tipsy mood had fun with the kids ..

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HAPPY HOLI Guys, how did you celebrate yourssss…

Life is funny , I thought I shall share this clip with all of you lovely people .. I would seriously ask you to stop what you are doing and Press the play button and sit back and relax and LAUGH as I did for.. oh so long.. my belly hurt .. Its a different story I got a BIG one.

This is what happened in a small town in belgium.. in a famous square..   I particularly liked the Motorbike rider (I think my friend Andro is giving me idea’s  🙂 ), Does it really happen.. WHERE..

I need to go to BELGIUM .. A.S.A.P .. You just never know what might happen next time you go out for a quiet cup of coffee!

if the button does not work then click here PLEASE .. Click me Click Me

TRUST Me folks Press that button .. AND make sure you come and tell me how you liked it or IF YOU HATED IT ..  (you know how much greedy I am of comments)

and Please don’t tell me you missed the bike rider…

and NO I DON’T mean to offend any one,  No intentions whatsoever, of offending the Lovely ladies, it’s written purely in jest and for fun. To be taken lightly and as a marketing ploy. I dont have anything against ladies, so please dont feel offended,  Thank you.

go go go go GO FOR ITtttttttttttttttt what you waiting for …   Press the Button DO IT.. Doooooooooooooooooooooooooo IT.. keep the volume down though if you are in office..

This sunday the episode on Satyamev Jayate touched on the issue of being an alcoholic and what all happens,  It showed a case of a family which lost its son due to some rash driving by a drunk, I would like to touch on that point , We all love to have a good time and Alcohol seems to be one that generates the FUN, although I personally have had more fun when I am sober then Drunk.

I am not going to lecture on evils of drinking etc because I drink myself and I drink almost daily. I come home from work and have a pint or Two (max) of beer, that’s about it .  I also have to mention here that I love to have scotch too, especially the single malts and preferably 18 or more years old, One of my best friend says if you have to drink poison then might as well drink an expensive one :), I also have a special place for RC the indian brand, don’t ask me why , I just do.

Anyway this post is not on that , I will talk about my drunk incidents some other time .. What I wanted to talk about is the phenomenon of  Drinking and driving..  believe me in my line of work I find them  in huge numbers, Unlike the common belief that its just the youngsters, it is not so.. I have had the privilege of seeing old-young-not so young- men-women  The whole lot..

The best thing is you go to the driver’s side, ask him to switch off the engine. Then ask them have you had a drink, the typical reply is first

“NO”…

me – “I can smell it on your breath”…

him- “Sorry, I have had just half or Just a Pint”…

You stand there and Smile… Off course you have…

Then you ask them to step out of the vehicle, the Door swings open, they are so pissed , instead of putting their leg out first , they have to twist their bottoms then plonk their leg, Hold the DOOR TIGHTLY, get the second leg out, then slowly try to get up.. Ooops they can’t so they try again… When on two feet the Feet are firmly on ground, but the upper body waist upwards is sort of moving on its own…

They have just had ONE pint … Yes sir you have indeed.. and the word MORON is tattooed on my HEAD…

Ask them their name, they give a whole history, name, date of birth, where they live etc etc out it comes like a river flowing…

You ask them again very politely, are you sure you had just a pint,

“Yes, before that I had another one earlier “… the Smile on your face widens… How earlier was that…?

“Afternoon lunch .. ” so basically to tell the truth and from experience they have been drinking since lunch up till now, You got no other choice but to get him off the road, Else he would endanger the rest of the people.

Christmas, new years, Diwali, Holi these festivals are there, I can understand to have fun, enjoy but they don’t give the RIGHT to get drunk and endanger other people who are enjoying the festive season according to their choice. I can understand the need for a Drink during these occasions, I do too, But I Never Drive after having a drink, and if I have to go for a drink I take a Taxi or Bus it.

My friends who are with me Know very well that they dare not do it themselves, Call me Unfriendly or bad person But they know if they drive after having a drink I WILL CALL THE POLICE to rat on them because I don’t want to feel the Guilt if the same person drives his car into someone or something killing/hurting others or themselves, It does NOT make me wrong or less friendly, it makes me human because I have a conscience.

It’s nothing to do with Friendship honor, or to do anything with love for friends, If you think otherwise fair enough don’t read further, BUT don’t let them have that drink before they drive. If you are a good friend , such a caring friend Pay for the Taxi to take them home, Pay for the Bus Fare but DO NOT let them Drive Drunk.

That to me is FRIENDSHIP honour.

That to me shows you care for that person.

It’s easier said Oh one small shot or A pint won’t matter, It does matter. Any amount of alcohol effects your ability to drive. There is no foolproof way of drinking and staying under the limit or of knowing how much an individual person can drink and still drive safely.

I learnt my lesson in a Bad horrible accident years ago, So All who read this Please be careful, Tell the people around you to be careful, Don’t do anything silly, and ALWAYS Always think hundred times driving after a drink, It’s not worth it. Most young people will give two hoots to what I have said, But Guys and Gals Please Think . Everything gets spoilt in an instant, Remember when drunk , THE CAR IS A LOADED GUN, a tool to do serious damage with, it is a serious WEAPON.

So the only safe option is not to drink alcohol if you plan to drive, and never offer an alcoholic drink to someone else who is intending to drive, The law needs to change, it should not only be the drunk driver, But the people who Knew that the person is Drunk and Knew he/she is going to Drive, Knowing this they still allow the person to drive, Then IF something does go wrong, they all need to be held responsible because as I said earlier the car is a loaded gun that we have allowed this person who has had a drink to use, So we should be held responsible. The same way as we would if we actually hand a gun to a person to shoot with.

As the episode says Law needs to change to see this as an accident , but instead look at it as MURDER.

I know a bit farfetched but end of the day, this could be Abetment to the accident, My conscience does not allow this , so hopefully it should not allow to a lot of people too.

Anyway these are my random thoughts good-bad whatever… it’s me and my Silly mind thinks sometimes…… Remember if you stop one drunk driver driving back home or anywhere you may have saved a life, which sure would amount to a GOOD DEED FOR THE DAY... and I know it works with majority of the people on the good deed for the day , to please the GOD.  well here is a way that God will surly be happy with you.

THINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Jab main chotha bacha tha badi sharaarat karta tha.. He he he

This is a story. A Story of Two cousins let’s call them B and R. I was in second year of my college. My cousin had come over to Chandigarh to study and along came his bike: a beautiful Yamaha Rx 100 Silver. THOSE WERE THE DAYS… Are they still around? The bikes? No idea. Anyway not deviating…

Well, it so happened that this cousin later went back to Gujarat for pursuing his education, but he left his bike back. Fun time for me, I had the choice of changing my vehicle to go to college. Then came the news that the bike needs to be sent back. Another cousin of mine had come to pick it up and book it on a cargo train to be sent.

But the DEVIL MIND woke up… Noooooooooooo!! 

 Cargo? Book on a train? WHAT’S THAT? Never heard of it…

So the scheming began on how to make sure that we don’t have to book the bike but instead drive it all the way. CAN YOU IMAGINE the thrill of it?? Well the first things we did was (we were intelligent after all) got the bike checked; oil, tyres etc. We went to Chandigarh railway station (well that’s what we told my dad). While we were supposed to be at railways station, we were sitting in Hot millions II.

As we came out, my grand-dad was coming down from a showroom, he asked what we were doing. I replied “Daddy we just came to get the bike checked so it was fine when it reached.” An hour later came home to announce, “CHANDIGARH DOES NOT DO BOOKING OF CARGO. The Guy at the ticket office said it will have to be done from DELHI.”

Parents they are so nice and good. Their kids won’t lie to them. I was the good child. 🙂 So, it was decided that we will ride the bike to Delhi, book it on a train and take a train ourselves for Gujarat.

We were so bad, Parents were good. So, we left. So let’s assume its Friday afternoon. We left for Delhi Railway station to get the bike booked. Me and my cousin, with a haversack and lots of money. What a ride it was! I guess at that time you don’t mind all that pollution and rubbish that flies at you, the truckers not giving you a damn. We had a few scares on way. Stopped at Panipat had some food by a dhaba, conserve money was the idea long way to Gujarat. At Dhaula kuan, someone told us to take a right and just keep driving. Well we reached Delhi around evening.

Then for some ODD REASON, wonder what it was , we had this IDEA to go to CP to Naruala’s for a burger since we had heard a lot about it. We did not have a clue where we were, the route but I guess that’s the fun of it. We were asking every other person, “Bhai sahib? CP?” and they would just point a direction towards which we sped. Finally reached Narula’s and had our fill. Now, this is the time we were supposed to get the bike on the train and call up parents telling them what train etc. So we called.

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A loud hoarse voice said, “Hello?”

“Haanji Papa, we have reached. The Train will not accept the bike. They said they can book it day after. So, what should we do?”

My father, OH bless him, with a worried voice, “Beta, you do that. Then go to Sidhu Uncle’s house. I will ring him. Paise hain? Do you have enough money?”

“No, Papa its fine. We have met up with one of my friends. We will stay in their house, get the bike on train and then take the next one ourselves.”

“Ok son. If you need money, go to Mr. Sidhu, and take care don’t do this .. that .. and call back.” (Thinking of it now , It makes me feel so bad.. Bad US)

Well now we had till Sunday evening to do whatever we wanted (read drive). So what did we decide (and this is my cousin he is a devil too)? He comes with this brilliant idea “Brother, its night time. Less traffic let’s go now only and sleep on way somewhere.”

So we left.

WHY DID WE GO?!

It was unbelievable driving at night; trucks at high speed, half the drivers high on some intoxicant, full beams and us on our little MR YAMAHA RX100. Anyway we went on and on… Sometime during the night we got really tired so we decided to rest and picked up a roadside dhaba. The guy was so nice; he greeted us and made tea for us.

The Tea was so lovely I had to ask for another cup, what with the whole day’s worth of Tea Leaves, Cardamoms and Laungs, Saunf in it. It was yummy. Anyone reading this should try it out, the Roadside dhaba tea is always so tasty. The guy was smiling, grinning all the time, he later told us we were looking like Batman. The only difference was our face was BLACK with the white of the eyes shining.

I wish we had the fancy mobile phones then get some pictures or even a camera. Had a wash with my cousin doing the honours of pumping the Hand pump, then I did till he washed. We were shattered so we lay on those roadside beds made of jute and within seconds, I bet we were snoring. We had told the dhabawalla to wake us at 4 in morning. Early morning we woke up, got ourselves ready. Kick started the bike, Put it in gear let the clutch go (we had parked on the right hand of the road).

As we turned left… PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

A few choice abuses “TUHADI &%&%& and %^$£%$^%!!!” 

I guess we were still asleep because we did not see the big truck coming. Hahaha.

 Phewwwwwwwwwwww SAVED.

Gods were looking down on us. or were they ..

We had just gone 100 yards THUDDD: there was a Speed breaker. Did not see that either. The bike went flying. If you know the bike the key used to be on top along the speedometer. We thumped so bad the key flew away. God knows why we did not fall or anything. We stopped and parked to look for the key 🙂 It was still dark and could not see a thing.

IDEA!!! We started waving to passers by, and after a couple of cars gave two hoots to us, one Sikh gentleman in his Ambassador stopped.

“KI gal hai kaka?” So, we asked him if he could stop his car for a second so we could look for our key with the car’s Headlights. I tell you, Sikhs are great! Not only did he stop, he got down himself looking for the key. It was he who found it. He asked us what we were doing at that time.

We told him with pride and our chests puffed up, “Gujarat nu challe haan (going to Gujarat)”

He exclaimed, “MOTORCYLE te? Kamle hon? Ma-Pio ne kidaan jaan deta(on the bike? Are you mad? How did your Parents let you go”)?”

I so wanted to say parents don’t know he he he, but at that moment I let parents take the blame. Again BAD ME, I know. Well, we found the key and started off towards our destination. Some time later, Sun was rising. OH MAN it was AMAZING!! We were nearing Jaipur I think. India is so pristine, pity we don’t see it that way sometimes. If only administration did what it’s supposed to.

India is really beautiful (I MUST APOLOGISE TO MY READERS THAT THIS MAY BE HAPHAZARD, COURSE I HAVE FORGOTTEN A FEW DETAILS and NAMES). I remember there was this place a valley sorts, huge boulders, stone mountains a tiny road passing through and from far off you could see a truck meandering its way slowly. Sun rays falling, different colours; yellow, orange, red WOW. I don’t remember the name of the place but it was beautiful.

We reached Jaipur. One of my friends was doing hotel management there, so we  knocked at her door. I think she looked through a window and probably thought she should call the police, with two ruffians, black faces standing at her door, ringing the bell.

I had to speak “Its Bikram.” She opened the door, the usual hello hi, ages since we met, how is this/that, the usual rigmarole, I was too tired to carry on making small talk, She did not look happy as she had to make something to eat.. But friends are angel’s, I could see she hated going to the kitchen but God bless her she made some toasts , eggs I think (been a long time ) dont remember that far back) .

We ate,  went to sleep for sometime, rested a bit, washed yet again, started off again with promises made that if she talks to someone in chandigarh she better not tell we were there and that too on a bike .

My cousin was riding the bike while I held on to my dear life sitting behind him, telling him to change the gear, Slow down, break, car- truck and he would constantly say “SHUT UP! I know what I am doing.” It’s amazing how you are always a better driver then the other. How you instruct others saying they are doing wrong. It was early evening when we hit the outskirts of Ajmer. The drive was amazing, for a change there was not that much traffic. We did stop a couple of times for a cup of chai. I remember just before entering the city we got some petrol and went inside.

Ajmer is another beautiful place. I had a friend in Meo College, and I had already called him to say we were coming. So, met up with him. Talked about long lost childhood, I bet my cousin was bored to death at that time. In Ajmer we had a hearty meal, some mutton biryani along with some kebabs. We decided to stay the night there so that we could have a decent rest. We still had till Sunday evening to call parents and it was only Saturday evening/night yet, so, long time to go. It’s amazing in college days you always had so much time.

Nothing else happened (I am trying to remember what happened almost 11-12 years ago. Hence, the big holes in the story). The next morning, we set off. We asked for directions we were advised to go to Udaipur and then to GandhiNagar,  for some reason another direction came,  lets go to Mount Abu! It’s a hill resort in the desert. My cousin had heard how one his friends’ family had gone there for an outing and enjoyed it. I must say by this time we were not worried about parents finding cause there was nothing they could do now; they would do their shouting once we reached. Till then there were no worries.

… To be Continued ..