Nights I can't remember & Friends I can't forget

Well the position of the tv is still undecided….jonty doesn’t want it in his room cuz he wants to study ….
The sweet fuckin irony in all of this is he watches tv in my room..its present location..and I want to study... and I can study wen the fucker cant…asshole.

Neways few talli moments…yup ..moments

1. first year 2nd sem prep leave…..me in delhi….a certain Frenchman in delhi too…he s just given his aieee…v go to priyas ….since now ive been in college for a year I do know a bit bout beer n smokes …so v go to bachus ..order beer..fosters if I can recall correctly…a pitcher n 2 pints later v r pretty happy ….verbose has given way to grandiose and im buying my frnd marlbaros….n then teaching him how to smoke….even though iv never smoked myself the poet had taught me the technique….and how v watched pink panther and remembered arsene wenger n henry…and getting home and downing nimbu paani before my parents came…fun ..absolute fun

2. the first 45…..yup thats wat v called it….me and Newton after a lotta thought decided blue nile biryani trumped over uncle’s kitchen butter chicken….but sumwhere on the way over sumthing changed and we decided to watch a movie that went by the name of ocean’s thirteen….now wen ur watching that good a movie uv gotta drink but time constraints left us little room for manoeuvre…so with ten minutes to go we got 2 zingaros and downed them bottoms up in one go …we called it 45 ..cuz that’s the avg time v took then ...45 secs….now ofcourse iv improved mine to 12 secs..yup one full bottle…neways we got the best seats in the house and we were drunk ..but on the flip side….halfway thru the movie Newton turns to me and asks ..kuch samajh aa raha hai…and v burst into laughter cuz we had no clue how danny did it the third time around.

3.dont quite remember the time but I think 1st year 2nd sem..am in jal..with my school frnds…all of whom hav started drinking now…im staying at mote’s place…moni insists on getting talli..so bhupi paaji gets a bottle of old monk frm a fauji gymer….we drink in his indica and after its over me and sardar get half a bottle of whiskey dnt even remember the name …he buys eggs and milk and takes it home ...even though nobody had fucking asked for it …neways now all of the daaru is finished and time to go home…the 5 km ride from katoch to deep nagar is remembered by 2 photographic memories…a starting pic and an ending pic..thats it..i say I was riding and moni was pillion..... he says im fat….wat an asshole….taking cheap shots…im at mote’s now..standing in the porch I see uncle thru the window…as he walks I point to him telling everyone ‘uncle wo gaye, wo gaye....chaale gaye’..i move in ..after the customary touching of aunty's feet I turn to uncle telling him “aaj bhi FC main aap hi ki charcha hai”…I go to mote’s room and start doing situps...until tiring out n going to sleep…next day moni calls to say ‘aaj mat aana’ …his dad caught him..... reading a book ..upside down…sweet.

4.me jonty n shuk went to curve….downing tequilas and cocktails we decide its time maal maara gaye…so a few phone calls later its decided….joe n dave will b coming to the war cemetery ..and we three will join them ….once there ..me n dave get nostalgic on last time we were here ….it had cum down to newspaper and maal ….lol..and how I had found a commando’s grave…so after we v smoked up again…we are playing hide n seek in a war cemetery at 3 in the night ….once all the heavy fuel is over…we move back to our respective homes….bt wait ..fuck where is my car …iv left my car in kp….yup I managed to forget a full fucking car….to im drunk ..iv smoked up…andnow I wnt to get my car back…I take shuk along…have way down I racing so fast ive even forgortten who I was racing with…I ask shuk if joe has passed us….in all his astonishment shuk says joe went home half an hour ago…fuck man….to this day I dnt know who I was racing….but im equally sure that there was somebody….freaky!!!