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.