Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Mindlogues!

What is it about friendship that makes it an ever-lasting presence in your life? Why is it that some people come to mean everything to you and no matter how much time passes by, nothing seems to have changed. That's what happened in Delhi from July 7 to July 11. Five years after I left IIMC, I went back to surprise my friend Nina and things were as if these five years never lapsed. I was 20 again and she was 25.

The night I landed there, Delhi welcomed me with a damn downpour the likes of which my mallu heart was all to familiar with. When I met Sid outside the airport, I thought he and I were in for a nightmare trek to Nina's place. But that ordeal was for Nina to face, not me. By the time I got to Dwarka, the rain had settled to a quiet patter and we went about telling Nina to get out office early. But, Delhi decided to give her a tough time about my being there, so by 11.45, while I was dressed up and pretty, Nina walks in and is given her birthday surprise. "I had a dirty feeling!" "I had a dirty feeling!" she kept saying. Yeah, pretty obvious huh! :)

That's around the time I knew we were headed to a place that was playing the Germany/Spain semis. I knew what would happen eventually. I should have been prepared for it. But everywhere I tried to hide, there were only TV screens. I tried to avoid watching the match but hell, it was like the fates were telling me that Germany would always be a third place team. ALWAYS. In that desperation of a team that would always be an almost there team, I decided to drink. And boy did I drink. From shot samplers to the actual shots themselves. By the end of the night, I was participant in many bawdy conversations with my gay friend. I had a pose off with a glass door. I had my head stuck out a cab throwing up. That f-----g Tequila undoes me every single time. There is a part of the wee hours of July 8 that I don't remember. I don't want to. I'd rather it remains forever forgotten. A few re-enactments of that night from my younger brother will suffice in my suicidal tendencies reawakening.

The rest of the week's partying were marred by my falling sick. And my abstinence from alcohol. I told myself that I will not drink any more. But hell, when there's such a beautiful bottle of Bols just asking to be drunk, how in the hell do you waste someone's money? You tell me! The night of July 8 was sober. July 9, Models Night @ Urban Pind was a whole other deal! That night, I happened upon one of the most beautiful looking men I have seen in my life! Green, deep-set eyes, gorgeous skin and a look of wide-eyed wonder. Sigh. One of the girls in the group wanted to have his babies! I stuck with leching. Then there was the matter of the man who picked up male models and took them home while having his arms wrapped around their wastes. Essentially, women don't have a chance with the few good-looking men in the room because some fat, old fart is taking them home so they get a break! Stupid f---er!

Never mind. The point is that I had a much-needed break from Chennai. I realised one thing, whenever I see this city's scape, I will get that warm, fuzzy feeling. But the longer I stay here, inspite of the beach and the sunshine, I will get tired, bored and more importantly, crazy angry. I need to leave and come back to appreciate home. That much I do know now. Never mind what complete strangers say about getting the daughters married and then letting them go wild!

Sh




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