Batch 77 met up officially on 12th Dec 2009 in the evening, but for Shyamalendu, Milan and me it all started on 11th Dec 2009 evening in Nagpur. We had driven to Nagpur from Shirdi and though we were both sleep challenged and tired meeting Milan, perked us up. As usual the evening was full of cheer and spirits as Milan sneaked out of a wedding reception to be with us….though we did get back to the wedding for our dinner. We were all very excited about the days to come. To make the evening more interesting a call was made to Duda to tell him how much Milan and Shyamalendu were enjoying a drink…To which a very hurt Duda said that he wanted to come along with Milan to Nagpur but Milan turned him away saying that there was no space in the car! So, to rub it in more these two villans updated that restless ‘dry’ soul in Jabalpur about every drink that they poured. In sheer helpless frustration, Duda told us that it had become cloudy in Jabalpur and that he would hold us responsible for the bad weather!
The three of us rolled out next morning. A clear, bright and sunny day! The drive from Nagpur to Jabalpur is something we have always enjoyed. The tiger jungles of Seoni are a treat to watch any time of the year. We drove through Seoni and halted at Chapara to eat bhaji wada and pick up custard apples. As the guys settled to make the afternoon high spirited, a mandatory inciting call was made to Duda so that they could derive some vicarious pleasure of their friends’ ‘dry’ status.
We entered Jabalpur and set off to the marble rocks to see the location of our future winter resort. Then after a long time I tasted awesome dal and roti made of sharbati wheat at a local dhaba. As the evening set in we were at Milan’s home in Jabalpur. In the evening Shyamalendu and I went to DSOI, much to Duda’s chagrin who made a face even as he quaffed black label! This was followed by Narmada Club where I walked into the bar and created a furor and history of sorts to be the only lady to sit in the bar with the guys! So much for Jabalpur’s cosmopolitan culture!
The night set in with the bong in Shyamalendu making too much of a trivia and the usual string of abuses reserved for Duda who had made some last minute changes in the evening bash for the next day.
Thus began the very eventful beginning to the most memorable holiday of my life!
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long time back some astrologer told my mom that her son would be lucky with friends, i didnt need an astrologer to tell me that because of the friends i had at that time i knew they were for keeps, these 5 days reassured me that i was right and so was the astrologer
ReplyDeletenow amidst the mundane routine and the usual tension passed on to us by the clients i do pause for a few minutes think of of those 5 days, smile and move on.....
How right you are Milan! I think I am lucky with friends too. Imagine, Inder and Anjana are neighbours to a very good friend of mine called Ajay. Ajay was surprised to know how I can have such sober and silent friends(lol)!!. What is more.. they even made it to Aarti's wedding and reception. So, in a way I would say that I was represented.
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