I was conned dear brothers. That is if you saw me in that dismal colony in Noida on Saturday looking immaculately coloured and plastered, slightly buzzed with beer wondering how I landed here and why. I don't play the darn festival -- not since a kid -- but I like what you do on the side of it (hey not since a kid) -- and here it was crazy. But well here's the story.
On peacful Friday evening, me and Surd Man decided to pick up a couple of flicks. After an hour or so, I founnd Across the Universe, The Last Waltz and Shawshank (for NF)...and we decided to head to hit the bar, since we've got relatively little to do.
So TGIF it is -- everyone else seems sorta tied up: The Red Herring working, White Penguin dreamy and caught up.
After a whole couple of Ultimate LIITS, with our brains digressed to class 1, we sort of figure that gravity can be broken. It's like being on the sets of 2001: A Space Odyssey.
A few hours later, and Big Surd sort of puked his gutties out and crashed out, while I am hummin and drummin wonderin what we got to do. And then Mikka calls, says there's a party -- and since I haven't been meetin any new sorta lot we head to this seeminly ok soundin party.
The beer's definitly good -- and like Tropicana juice after my drunkeness. But it's all good. Till things gradually progress, and we decide to head. Somewhere along the night, I get lured into crashing at Mikka's, so I get kake to join us.
And somewhere around 4 am, and I come into sweet, cold, bare senses to realise -- what am I doing here, aren't these guys havin a holi party?
Nothing can be done. But the whole motley crowd that's landed up at her place are pretty enthused lot. I knew a few of them, but they were random acquaintences. But here they seem different, and they're dying to get pissed drunk on bhang and colour themselves to the point of looking like no ones.
The trouble is that bhang (marijuana of sorts with milk) tastes like shit, and I slug beer slyly. This being the first time that I've drunk beer so closely with drinking milk as almost as having it with milk. The trouble is that we're told the stuff hits you much later. (And going by last year standards, I know what that means.) So me and kake wait for it to come, he's younger and slightly more ambitious, and drinks a lot more than I can manage.
After a couple hours, we both look like shit -- he looks worse than me, and we're being taken home by 3 very kind people. It's just that one prick in the car makes us realise something. The stuff didn't work! I swear I thought I covered up for not having drunk milk for the last 3 years. But the prick is going delusional talking crap -- and making us realise that guy is basically an asshole and a prick. Besides it dawns on us -- that half the party was going pretty wild under the 'influence' while we were like 'hey, what's up'. But I realised something, if you want to know what's holi like, go for it, but with a friend but a complete stranger to the rest of the party. That way you don't get plastered -- or not that badly. Also be careful of what you drink -- sometimes it can be some real shitty tasting milk.
On peacful Friday evening, me and Surd Man decided to pick up a couple of flicks. After an hour or so, I founnd Across the Universe, The Last Waltz and Shawshank (for NF)...and we decided to head to hit the bar, since we've got relatively little to do.
So TGIF it is -- everyone else seems sorta tied up: The Red Herring working, White Penguin dreamy and caught up.
After a whole couple of Ultimate LIITS, with our brains digressed to class 1, we sort of figure that gravity can be broken. It's like being on the sets of 2001: A Space Odyssey.
A few hours later, and Big Surd sort of puked his gutties out and crashed out, while I am hummin and drummin wonderin what we got to do. And then Mikka calls, says there's a party -- and since I haven't been meetin any new sorta lot we head to this seeminly ok soundin party.
The beer's definitly good -- and like Tropicana juice after my drunkeness. But it's all good. Till things gradually progress, and we decide to head. Somewhere along the night, I get lured into crashing at Mikka's, so I get kake to join us.
And somewhere around 4 am, and I come into sweet, cold, bare senses to realise -- what am I doing here, aren't these guys havin a holi party?
Nothing can be done. But the whole motley crowd that's landed up at her place are pretty enthused lot. I knew a few of them, but they were random acquaintences. But here they seem different, and they're dying to get pissed drunk on bhang and colour themselves to the point of looking like no ones.
The trouble is that bhang (marijuana of sorts with milk) tastes like shit, and I slug beer slyly. This being the first time that I've drunk beer so closely with drinking milk as almost as having it with milk. The trouble is that we're told the stuff hits you much later. (And going by last year standards, I know what that means.) So me and kake wait for it to come, he's younger and slightly more ambitious, and drinks a lot more than I can manage.
After a couple hours, we both look like shit -- he looks worse than me, and we're being taken home by 3 very kind people. It's just that one prick in the car makes us realise something. The stuff didn't work! I swear I thought I covered up for not having drunk milk for the last 3 years. But the prick is going delusional talking crap -- and making us realise that guy is basically an asshole and a prick. Besides it dawns on us -- that half the party was going pretty wild under the 'influence' while we were like 'hey, what's up'. But I realised something, if you want to know what's holi like, go for it, but with a friend but a complete stranger to the rest of the party. That way you don't get plastered -- or not that badly. Also be careful of what you drink -- sometimes it can be some real shitty tasting milk.
posted by jairaj at Monday, March 24, 2008
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