As I had mentioned before, a bunch of us were planning to play Holi this time around since they were all available and had nothing better to do. The plan was to assemble at Subhash's place in Mayur Vihar, have bhaang, play Holi, have more bhaang and finally lunch. As expected, nothing went as per plan.
Firstly, the jugaad for the bhaang was not successful. Subhash had to fight his way to the local shop to get some booze yesterday at the last minute. Since its a dry day on Holi..the entire MV had come to the theka. However, he managed to get a bottle of Romanov Vodka. Although we were a bit disappointed not having bhaang and all, but as the story would unfold, we would get over it soon, after 2 quick shots, the following morning.
Today morning, I reached Subhash's place sharp at 11:15 am (as promised). We wished each other a happy holi in our own style (3 words: quick vodka shots). We finished breakfast but there was no sign of anyone else. I called up Abhijeet who had just woken up (because of my call I guess) and was whining about how late it was and how difficult it is to come to Subhash's place. I tried my best to make him understand how cool it would be and stuff but the guy just did not stop whining. I finally gave up and called up Partha who was not picking up his phone! Me and Subhash were really pissed. So pissed that only vodka would have cheered us up. After promptly cheering ourselves up, we tried to think of what could be done to save the day. That was when we decided to screw it and go to Noida (Needless to say, it was the vodka talking). I had brought my super sleek Wind 125 today after almost a year and was kinda feeling as if I was driving a Tobu cycle (no offense). However, I have to hand it to the Bajaj guys; after a whole year of non-activity, it took just half a kick to start it. Anyways, there was one small problem. It had no petrol and I had come without my wallet or my phone or my license or my helmet since we were supposed to be in MV!! That was the f*kcin plan!!. Anyways, Subhash had the license and the helmet, so he did the driving. I was the pillion rider, secretly taking sips of the vodka which we had neatly distributed into 2 ready to drink bottles. We traded places as soon as we reached Noida cuz the policemen are quite laid back there...and also cuz Subhash caught me finishing up the vodka and wanted some of the action. Anyways, we reached Abhijeet's place and rang him up. He dint believe us at first and it took some nice crisp profanity laced arguments to make him believe that we were really there. He came out his usual smiling self and was promptly colored. We wished each other, shared the vodka with him...and thats when we realized we had already finished one of the two bottles. We made a mental note to go slow...to which I heard my inner voice go like .."HA!!". Anyways the next stop was Sec. 50, to Partha's place. However we were facing a dilemma. There were 3 of us and my super sleek Wind 125. As it is, it was choking under my weight. Then there was Subhash who is like average. To top it, there would be Abhijeet who is as big as me. However there was no stopping us today. We went tripling on the poor bike till Sec. 50. We saw a multicolored Partha already ready for us. We went to his place..and met his roomies. Then all of us went down to the ground where there was some pretty loud music. We played Holi for quite some time. By the end of it..we were out of Vodka...fully drenched and barely recognizable with the color on our faces. We headed back to Partha's place where he surprised us with bhaang!! Now that was a surprise which was worth travelling all the way to Noida. Already high...we took it to the next level. We had some bhaang and some food and decided to visit our friend Kamaraj at Sec. 82. He had never played holi and we wanted to make him a part of the experience. Fortunately we had an extra bike at Partha's and we did not have to put my bike in misery anymore. We played some more holi and went to Vivek's place who stayed nearby. There was a swimming pool at his place where we saw ppl celebrating Holi in it and stuff. There were some chicks there as well who were needless to say .. really wet. It kinda helped us make up our minds to go into the pool ourselves. We quietly went down and since no one could recognize whether we actually lived there or not, we had the guts to jump right in. We swam for a while (in jeans mind you)...and came out for some late lunch. After lunch, it was time for us to ride back home. We were still a bit high and the entire dusky atmosphere made the drive really enjoyable. There was an empty road in front of us with the sun gradually setting into the horizon. It was beautiful. You dont normally see scenes like these everyday. Usually your mind is always occupied by the traffic, the yelling and more traffic. Anyways, I came back home at 6:00 pm in the evening ... out for almost 7 hours. I had a quick shower and a maggi. I dont know whether it was my natural apetite or the bhaang or both which made me eat barely minutes after my lunch. Anyways with a full stomach and an entire evening before me..I would laze around in front of the TV before tumbling into my bed. Needless to say..it was an awesome day.
Firstly, the jugaad for the bhaang was not successful. Subhash had to fight his way to the local shop to get some booze yesterday at the last minute. Since its a dry day on Holi..the entire MV had come to the theka. However, he managed to get a bottle of Romanov Vodka. Although we were a bit disappointed not having bhaang and all, but as the story would unfold, we would get over it soon, after 2 quick shots, the following morning.
Today morning, I reached Subhash's place sharp at 11:15 am (as promised). We wished each other a happy holi in our own style (3 words: quick vodka shots). We finished breakfast but there was no sign of anyone else. I called up Abhijeet who had just woken up (because of my call I guess) and was whining about how late it was and how difficult it is to come to Subhash's place. I tried my best to make him understand how cool it would be and stuff but the guy just did not stop whining. I finally gave up and called up Partha who was not picking up his phone! Me and Subhash were really pissed. So pissed that only vodka would have cheered us up. After promptly cheering ourselves up, we tried to think of what could be done to save the day. That was when we decided to screw it and go to Noida (Needless to say, it was the vodka talking). I had brought my super sleek Wind 125 today after almost a year and was kinda feeling as if I was driving a Tobu cycle (no offense). However, I have to hand it to the Bajaj guys; after a whole year of non-activity, it took just half a kick to start it. Anyways, there was one small problem. It had no petrol and I had come without my wallet or my phone or my license or my helmet since we were supposed to be in MV!! That was the f*kcin plan!!. Anyways, Subhash had the license and the helmet, so he did the driving. I was the pillion rider, secretly taking sips of the vodka which we had neatly distributed into 2 ready to drink bottles. We traded places as soon as we reached Noida cuz the policemen are quite laid back there...and also cuz Subhash caught me finishing up the vodka and wanted some of the action. Anyways, we reached Abhijeet's place and rang him up. He dint believe us at first and it took some nice crisp profanity laced arguments to make him believe that we were really there. He came out his usual smiling self and was promptly colored. We wished each other, shared the vodka with him...and thats when we realized we had already finished one of the two bottles. We made a mental note to go slow...to which I heard my inner voice go like .."HA!!". Anyways the next stop was Sec. 50, to Partha's place. However we were facing a dilemma. There were 3 of us and my super sleek Wind 125. As it is, it was choking under my weight. Then there was Subhash who is like average. To top it, there would be Abhijeet who is as big as me. However there was no stopping us today. We went tripling on the poor bike till Sec. 50. We saw a multicolored Partha already ready for us. We went to his place..and met his roomies. Then all of us went down to the ground where there was some pretty loud music. We played Holi for quite some time. By the end of it..we were out of Vodka...fully drenched and barely recognizable with the color on our faces. We headed back to Partha's place where he surprised us with bhaang!! Now that was a surprise which was worth travelling all the way to Noida. Already high...we took it to the next level. We had some bhaang and some food and decided to visit our friend Kamaraj at Sec. 82. He had never played holi and we wanted to make him a part of the experience. Fortunately we had an extra bike at Partha's and we did not have to put my bike in misery anymore. We played some more holi and went to Vivek's place who stayed nearby. There was a swimming pool at his place where we saw ppl celebrating Holi in it and stuff. There were some chicks there as well who were needless to say .. really wet. It kinda helped us make up our minds to go into the pool ourselves. We quietly went down and since no one could recognize whether we actually lived there or not, we had the guts to jump right in. We swam for a while (in jeans mind you)...and came out for some late lunch. After lunch, it was time for us to ride back home. We were still a bit high and the entire dusky atmosphere made the drive really enjoyable. There was an empty road in front of us with the sun gradually setting into the horizon. It was beautiful. You dont normally see scenes like these everyday. Usually your mind is always occupied by the traffic, the yelling and more traffic. Anyways, I came back home at 6:00 pm in the evening ... out for almost 7 hours. I had a quick shower and a maggi. I dont know whether it was my natural apetite or the bhaang or both which made me eat barely minutes after my lunch. Anyways with a full stomach and an entire evening before me..I would laze around in front of the TV before tumbling into my bed. Needless to say..it was an awesome day.
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