"So what happened next??" She asked.
"I don't know!" I replied nonchalantly.
September 23rd. Marine Drive. Mumbai.
A Sunday evening filled with vagabond clouds and people. Waves
were responding in a fashion to support her. Hisss-husss! Really, I was trying
to recollect what happened to my fucking mind when I escaped just to feel a
little punk- rebellious and now was trying to hide that with my puny-egregious
responses but to my misfortune, I couldn't. Although when I look back and think
was it a right decision to leave calculation and revel in the moment, it still
makes me cringe yet I am still trying not to run amok like last year but who
cares.
Last year. December 30th. Mumbai.
“Woohoooo!” A collective rejoicing sound is an indicator of rising
party fever. This party was a double whammy. Reason one, end of the year party
at an isolated beach with a bunch of college friends; Reason two, I got scholarship
to study in Scotland. It was probably one of the last gala moment, I was having
with my friends.
“Hey man! This beach is so dull, we should have gone to Goa”, Sid
yelled.
“Dude! Goa Is overrated. Everybody
rushing there. What’s the difference?”,Jomo retorted.
“I know a place but we have to go via highway”, Ronny, who is
usually reticent joined in.
“no ..no.. I am not going anywhere. I remember the last time”,Jomo
said.
“Jomo! C’mon man, be a sport! What happened last time? You just
blowing it out of proportion!”, Sid replied.
I remembered last time was a fun experiment gone little haywire. I
smirked at the flashback visuals from last NH trip when we had exhausted our
fuel and had no money to buy even a single wada pav! May be Jomo was right. Besides
that, these are times quite prone to road accidents. Weekend, Year-end and
Christmas-New Year bashes across the city made it difficult to drive on
bottlenecked traffic.
“I second that!”, Now was the turn for me to speak.
Sid looked puzzingly at me, “ Dude! When you became such a
spoilsport?”
“I gotta go home.And I think this is the last party we’re having…”I
was speaking but got interrupted.
“Okay, time to reveal our little secret to our departing friend!”,
All smiled.
Now was the time for me to get puzzled.
“Wha…”
A box filled with Bacardi lime flavour was opened.
“Guess what we got you wimpy boy?”, Sid smiled sheepishly.
“NH7 weekender passes!!!!”,All yelled.
Whoaa!!!!
Get into the moment man! Let us Catch the flavour of Life just
like this lime”,Jomo smirked.
“Shut up. You gyaani!!”Ronny smilingly said.
“Now is the time to go!!wwwwoohoooooo!!!”