The Days Of Our Lives

Today was Diwali, an Indian festival (or should I say a Hindu festival). Anyway, moving on from my last post, and onto a nicer, more friendlier mood, which I hope to stick to for quite some time, here is a recap of today.

BTW, the reason why I'm here at a hostel and not at my home can be attributed to a lot of things; lets cut it short and just blame "destiny" for it. "It was all destiny's fault!" (I feel so much better now). Usually, when at home, my Diwali time is either spent indoors with parents, with friends/relatives visiting; or driving around Delhi visiting those friends/relatives who haven't visited us. A few sweets here, a few sweets there - "Whatever!" (Note to myself : I am 21; probably I would hardly ever get to experience that kind of festivities at home again.)

Moving on, today evening was spent visiting a friend who lived in Mumbai. He was courteous enough to invite a few of us over and we were only too happy to oblige. Home-made food and TV - just what I've been missing for such a long time!

On returning from his place I remembered that another friend was leaving for Hong Kong at night. As the saying goes - "The night is still young!" So off we went - me, Salim - the dude who was lucky enough to actually go to Hong Kong, Torka - an acquintance who later became a dude friend, Mota - untidy, unkept but funny all the way and a guy who I knew only as Chaubey. (The introduction was unnecessary but I've decided to add a more personal touch to the whole blog thing from now on.)

So off we went! (The repetition is for the laying stress only) Went to international airport, laughed about histerically for about an hour and a half; then dropped off Salim, and decided to go off to Bandra to wish Ms. Aishwaraya Rai a very happy b'day. (Don't even try to understand the latter part of the last line - just go along with the flow!) On way to Bandra, we noticed that the car had very little fuel so somehow found a running petrol pump at 2:00 am at night. All of a sudden, Chaubey - who was the only one of us with money, decided that beer was more important than fuel. The Bandra plan was ditched and home all of a sudden seemed farther than ever. Another result of that devious Chaubey mindgame - for the first time in my life I had to go through the trauma of asking the attendant to fill petrol worth ONLY twenty-five bucks. (Thats Indian currency mind you - it would roughly translate to about $0.50) The attendant gave us that "Dude, I have more money in my wallet than that" look, which we probably deserved. From then on it was a roller-coaster ride - literally - turn the car off during down-slope, avoid the up-slopes and drive as fast as possible without shutting the damn thing off to save the petrol. Sometimes that resulted in shouting at people to get off the road but hey, it was for their own safety.

Managed to get home safe (Yes, hostel is my home!). Thanks for the applause.

P.P.S.: If you happen to one of those innocent souls who got honked at for no reason during the adventure - "I am sorry!"