The day it all started - I

Just the day before i came to know that one of my fellow competitor had changed his birthday date so that it falls on the same date on which the girl ,we like, was celebrating her birthday... and believe me ... he had a blast on that day... Guess when i ll start getting such ideas...

I was shocked by the rudeness of the interviewer on the IIM panel... he asked me why are all the IITIANS so eccentric.... and then i had to say good bye to the one i loved for eternity.... I realised and i knew that the moment has come for killing the past and coming back to life....... where there is nothing there to lose ..... I was forced to wake from the most blissful dream i was ever having ...
The Journey has begun ... Now my eyes have turned from the West to the East, and I want to lead one more Expedition. ... in search of the ONE.

After few weeks of meticulous planning by one of the esteemed and respected person in our module, the Araku Trip has been finally realised... The train tickets have been booked. Jantikalu have been prepared in a way that they ll be never ever be any more which are tastier. The ATMs became full of low cash (This is especially to one of my room mates. please dont comment on my usage of English language) as the wallets have been loaded to the fullest capacity. Everything was in place except the fact the HeadMan was completely ignorant of whats happening around him and he had so many plans for us for the weekend ... But we had other ideas. one got stomach pain... one had to pay his telephone bill. one had to learn the lyrics of a song.one had to fill the air in the football... By five in the evening there was no one in the office except the HeadMan.
The train was at six. They were 12 of us. We all just managed to get on to the train just before the guard waved the flag... except Nagarjuna and Cheeranjeevi. Everybody knew that they were going to board the train except both of them. When they got out to the platform, the train was pulling away.The adrenalin was running fast as they kept running and finally chiru jumped on, tossed his bags down, and we all started cheering Nag to do the same. I knew He was going to make it, and if there were any doubt He wouldn't get on the train, Chiru would have jumped off.
He made it up to the door. We grabbed his bags, and sure enough, just like in the movies, after the bags are on the train, the person always drops back and then catchs up to the door again. This was becoming very educational to all of us.Finally, He jumped on intact. Nag couldn't believe he had done it. Chiru called his Mom and told her that she was the luckiest a mom can ever could be for God has given her an opputunity to be the mother of CHIRU. I couldn't believe my ears but that was really funny. Witty Chiru ....

The HeadMan had become suspicious and began calling each one of us. I answered saying that I was going to my hometown . Chiru anwered the call meant for Meters singing the song 'Comfotably Numb' which would have made David Gilmour proud... (The song lyrics goes like this ... Halo .... Halo ... Halo ) . The HeadMan was bewildered and called one of his most loyal and trusted colleagues (Mrs B) and she didn't pick it up. That was the end of the Resistance from the HeadMan . He couldn't take it anymore and he was on his way to his hometown in a jiffy.

Albert Pinto ko Gussa Kyon aaya ..... Roopmavati ki Mahal .... Kanaka Maha Lakshmi Recording Dance Troupe ...... Kalikala Mahimalu ..... Mr X in Bombay .... Yeah you guessed it right.... That was Dum Sharads ... I was shocked to my core when people of the oppsoite team couldn't guess 'Mosagallaku Mosagadu' How can they forget the master piece from my favourite super star... Was I sad or what......

As we were slowly yet surely approaching our destination , the humidity levels have begun increasing at the same pace.... but the games kept us going ....

And suddenly it was time for us to satiate our culinary desires ..... We got down in GUNTUR and got us the stuff we were going to need for the whole night... Atleast we thought it would be sufficient as Chiru was on a diet....

The climate was as if its saying 'Get accostomed to me asap, the worst is yet to come'. Slowly everybody started to retire except the few noctunals. It was time for the faggers to outwit the TCs. I always wondered why Railways does not designate the first carriage on each train for the use of smokers. Bcos they could go to any extent to just get to the fag end of the fag...

In the typical GodFather style , with two followers in the look out of TCs , the stag party had carried on till there was not even a hint of smoke. As one of my friends said Sleep is nothing but caffeine deprivation . We were in no mood to retire. we thought of playing Strip Poker (jus kidding ... just some card game) and suddenly found no place to sit and play. Bored of finding playgrounds, chiru along with his accomplice (i am gonna justify the use of this word.) snoozed off. So myself and nag started playing cards using Mtrs lap as the mesa (table). Of all the games we know , the only comfortable game was pattalaata (each one putting a card on top of another card till the card and the card below matches for the number on it. Phew .. i am tired explaining this game ). God only knew when we fell asleep. when i woke up , one of my legs was hanging out from the window ... The humidity was so much that i couldn't move my fingers thru my hair . That made me realise that we have reached Vizag.

The Vizag trip saga ll be in the next edition . How fast its going to be blogged depends on the appreciation :) i get for this blog ... jus kidding ...

ll be back with part II soon ....

signing off ....
TeenShark