The Prequel to the Priceless Series

Thursday, yes, the one before Labour Day. An afternoon in office fraught with frustration of not having the next day off, topped with the anticipated emptiness staring right in my face, threatening to beset me over the full 2-day weekend.

Tunneled g-talk to rescue, like many of the smuggled things.

me: wait man, I am coming. Let me just book the first bus available. RedBus right?

And I was off to Bangalore within 1 hour. This was the most impromptu and shameless (in terms of escaping work) plan I had ever been a part of. A plan, I thought.

A 7.5 hrs journey in an AC bus with windows that could be opened and kids hell bent on trying an open-window with AC running combination in close proximity of mine saw me landing on an awesome Bullet.

Hostel life revisited, with just the right bits of fruits and fart sessions thrown in, and no sooner had I hit the bean-sack than slumber engulfed me. As one of my buddies (who also happens to be the owner of the Bullet) says, “All the best naps are belong to us if we are in hostel atmosphere”. I experienced it.

Then came the day, after almost 2.5 years, with breakfast buddies getting back together, over nicely home-made maggi with lotsa butter (much to the dismay, horror and taste-fancy of the Bullet owner).

Ticket to Bangalore from Chennai: Rs. 408

Pav Bhaji for 3 at Udupi Gardens: Rs. 127

Crashing on a beanbag with 10-headed chaos around: Priceless.

To Yawl

I wish all of these could be written and read at the same point of space and time. The point being that these are in no particular order.

The Tall One: Listening to him is like listening to myself, just a bit more enlightened.
The Bony One: Seeing him laugh like a kid at my trifling narrations is probably the closest I have been to divinity.
The Not-so-cushioned-anymore One: The passion mixed with the newly introduced Bullet character is to be cherished for sure.
The Torn One: Inspiration, camaraderie and empathy personified.
The RAndoM One: The real expert who is ever ready to grasp, even from a rookie.
The Thin-undestructible-Brother: One of the rarer occasions of new found resonance.

The Default-uncle: Always bettering all the past times put together.

The Newly-turned-fluffy One: Always been through before the situations I find myself in - churning out panacea for me.
The Pink One: Online communication had never mattered so much to me.
The Brother-Mother-duo: Home away from home can't get any closer than this.
The Minus-cate One: Head on shoulders, down to earth intelligent cents, despite being the cynosure the twisted way.
The God-sahab: Both the goldsmith and the blacksmith in sau sonaar ki, ek lohaar ki.

And so many more I cannot put down to right now. Will keep adding. Fortunate to have the opportunity to put this up.
Really.