another day on land

Okay. This sucks big-time. I've been expecting a mail for the whole day and Murphy has to descend and screw things up.

Entered home at 0:00 hrs and ended up ruffling a whole lot of feathers with the people who make the laws around here. Yes, the citizens of this city don't break too many laws and the risk of getting hauled up is significant.

B's place: had a great time. School friends refreshing old memories and catching up with newer ones. Someone's assisting Sabyasachi's fashion juggernaut while someone else just got back from rehab. We got it all and it doesn't stop anywhere. Saw B's share of our Dharamsala trip snaps. He'd scared me by telling me that every picture had me with a cigarette in hand. And these were spposed to be pics which you come back with and show your parents and relatives and the whole clan. Thankfully couldn't spot even a single incriminating one. Amazing, considering the amount of shit 3 college going guys can do when left all by themselves 500 k.m. away from any kind of authority amongst females, beer and freedom.

As usual food was amazing. Prawns, chicken, bhaat and ice-cream equalled dinner for me. The best part at his place is when everyone, (six guys) are all bundled up in the small balcony behind the bathroom, smoking. Funny thing is when aunty comes into his room and hollers for us, you'd have six guys trudging out of the same bathroom one after another. Everyone knows whats happening but you're still supposed to act as if you were in line for the Oscars (we were trying to fix the bulb). The balcony is littered, and i mean every square inch of it, with match sticks. Its a marvel in itself.

Have to get some sleep now. And lie a little low to lull the law enforcers into trust mode.