Waiting for a Volvo on the ring road on a Saturday evening turned out to be the most disastrous thing. There were hardly any. And when one came it did not stop. It was an hour wait already. No auto would come that far either. They won't have customers on the way back. Offer them more money and they will look at you like "are you trying to bribe me!" I thought going back home is the best thing to do. But thinking about the "first time" I stayed on. At last an auto came to my rescue.
The evening gave me a firsthand look of a dance floor. One thing I learnt – there's no MJ there. Just a few can actually dance. Others are all "trying to dance", throwing their hands and legs all over the place. Just like me or us if you like it that way. It does not come anywhere close to club dances we see on screens. What a nice feeling. We're not alone.
Someone said the DJ is not good. So we headed out. I guess these girls get it all for free. So if the DJ is not good, they can just walk off. How about me? I spent a grand just to get in. I haven't had ten minutes on the dance floor. There must be so much more to see. The girls, dance, DJ, the music and probably some fights. Who knows even a little dance-floor romance.
But before we left, my friend was super nice to give me another "first time in my life". A tequila shot. He showed me how to have it. The salt on my thump and lemon were exactly how I'd seen on movies. It went well. He asked me how it was. I said nice, and I honestly feel it was nice - the taste of lemon and salt right after a little distilled water. The next day my friend told me it wasn't tequila, but vodka. So that was not a first time.
Later we had dinner and some time in a coffee day. It was nice. Talking and a little bit of socializing. Although a friend, asked while going home "why dint we go home after dinner?" He said something. I think the right answer would be "who knows!"
The promise to drop me home if I just reached there of course turned out to be politics. I should have known. My gym plans and other Sunday plans went to dogs. On top of that, I forgot my keys when I left my friend's place in the afternoon.
Thankfully I dint' have to go back. I had some work till 8pm and he was coming to a place just 2 kms from where I was. I walked. No buses that way and maybe because it was Sunday, not many autos, either. I window-shopped at Harley-Davidson and Ducati. I went to Diesel showroom to see a DJ doing his thing for the first time. Even before I had a good look at the console and mixer, there was a call. "Come fast, we're waiting". It was around 9pm. There I go. But this time again another first time – visit to the poshest mall in town. Expensive coffee and sitting around talking. It was fun. Now my house is some 8 kms away. 20 minutes by car. It's a Sunday. It's close to 10 pm. I got a drop till near the centre of power the state. There's a bus stop. But remember it's Sunday and late evening, almost late night! That means a km walk to the nearest place where I know I can get a bus. I did. Both walk and get a bus from where I knew I'd get. I did not wait for a bus in my route. Took the first I got. Who knows if there's any bus after this at all. Dropped off nearly 3 kms from home.
There was this hotel. I got some yummy "Phaal" and "Veel Kabab". It was the tastiest I ever had. The phaal was dry chaaps, as they said and not grilled. But tastier than the grilled versions. This was the only thing good about this evening. That reminds me of the morning. The loveliest breakfast I can remember. Rava Dosa. It was a killer. No competition whatsoever. Thank you mom (friend's).
Again walk. Happily this time since my tummy was happy too. Then suddenly there comes this car right at me. I jumped and was furious especially because, it was coming in the wrong direction on a one way. I looked closer before I made the judgment. He didn't disappoint me. Another obsessive law-breaker.
Any time you see a vehicle jump a signal; or a guy on a bike with no helmet or someone going on the footpath even when there's plenty of place on the road. Be it any traffic offence – look closer and you know where he goes to pray. It's the case at least an 80% of the time.
If you are thinking of the same as I am, do not call me biased/communal. It's how it is.
Ok, the walk is still on. Thanks to my friend for the party-invite and the promises of dropping home after party. I am still walking back home 28 hours after I left home.
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