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By: Ankul Barar

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PROLOGUE

Today is the Tenth day. It feels as if I have hit a decade of sleepless nights

though, it is not like that I was waiting for it to happen or something but it can

surely be counted as an accomplishment. Ten days, no sleep, gallons of coffee,

hours of internet, hundreds of non-replied texts and listening to music amidst

hours of dark, silent nights. It was strangely a very cool feeling.

I never knew that sleeping had phases and moods until today. It started with

an unknown excitement. The first day was filled with fun, no sleep night. Eve-

rything was so new that I enjoyed being up the first day. It was the first time in

this twenty four years old life I had lived until today.

Whenever I used to lay down trying to sleep, coincidently a buzz on phone used

to make me comeback from the slight sleep trance I used to taste after hours of

turning and tossing. Texting, Reading forward messages, chatting over phone

with friends for long hours and keeping them up just because I wasn’t able to

sleep.

DAY ONE: 2 am

NOSTALGIA

It was good fun, in fact made me connect to a lot of old left out friends, some of

those with whom I fought ages back and now I didn’t even remember why we

fought in the first place and also those who were left out just because I never

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cared to reply to their dropped text or never called back to the missed calls. So

when I analyzed the experience of this very day, I realized that a single sleep-

less night made me gain something. Still dilemma was there, “Is it worth ex-

tending it to another day?”

DAY TWO: 3.15 am

SMELL OF LOVE NOT THE FRAGRANCE

The second day was kind of special, fourteenth February, endorsement of love,

that is what I believed it was - A way in which the materialistically over-

privileged individuals tried to express that this is the day when people can fall

in love, when love is in the air ,etc, etc. Somehow this “day” phenomena never

made sense to me. Love is in the air all the time, it is omnipresent isn’t it? Then

do lovers wear some special breathing nasals to feel and smell it or what today?

Whatever it was another consecutive day with “No sleep”. To be honest, second

day was less exciting but it induced more curiosity in me, a curiosity to know if

I can stay awake until 48 hours without even a min of sleep? You can call me

crazy but, I wanted to know the answer to it.

DAY THREE: 2 am

SOME QUESTIONS ARE BETTER UNANSWERED

Answer: 72 hours of sleeplessness. An initiation of pain in the armpits, ribs

started to hurt. It felt like someone is stepping on them to crush them, but the

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funny part was as soon as that “someone” was close to accomplish the task of

powdering them, it eased me. It was definitely a new phase, but I still doubted

if it was because of not sleeping for two to three days or it was just because of a

tiring day?

DAY FOUR: 4 am

BLINK! BLINK!!
BLINK!!

Eyes were starting to get weird now, a look in the mirror made me believe that

either they were going to squint or they were becoming extremely sensitive to

lights. Any lights seemed flashy lights now. A mobile camera flash was enough

to make them pour out tears like a dripping tap.

DAY FIVE: 6.22 am

WALK IN A DARK ALLEY

Now the game was not physical it was trying to mess my brain and with my

brain my thoughts and everything in my head. It was making me scared. Sha-

dows seemed alive now; a slightest crunch of the dry leaves outside the window

made me scared like an infant baby. It was making me frustrated. Only God

could save them now who buzzed me at late hours, I know that it was wrong on

my part because earlier I didn't let them sleep only because I needed to talk,

but now I was getting so impatient that a ring sent me screaming back at them.

Rather than the usual “Hey, Wass Up?”, “How’s the night treating you?” I simp-

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ly ignored them for the sake of their own peace of mind. I felt guilty for my ac-

tions but I didn’t know how to stop.

DAY SIX and SEVEN: 1 am

NUMBNESS

This was the day with the best phase so far, it was for that very reason I named

it "Numbness". Ringing cell, banging doors, dripping taps, howling of dogs,

nothing mattered anymore. Eyes were watery from a longtime now so no spe-

cial sensation related to that but the only new change was that they were close

in resemblance with a ping-pong ball, Wide Open!!.

DAY EIGHT: 3:47 am

TRACE
TRACE OF SADISM

Laughing out, laughing out loud. That too on myself! Whole body was paining.

It was amazing to acknowledge that you tend to laugh more when you actually

have to cry out. Ironic?, Funny? Or Insane? , I think this is the phase of emo-

tional disturb.

DAY NINE: 2:45 am

SEX IS NOT ALWAYS PLEASURE

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It isn’t like that all the time. I did not try to sleep or make an extra effort. I did

it all from - Hot milk to popping sleeping pills, but nothing worked and when it

did not, then all I was left was with my texts, chats and coffee. I tried some-

thing I certainly enjoyed in my personal time. But doing it to make me sleep; it

was surely the first time. I started stroking myself to make myself exhausted.

Never knew Physiologists in real world prescribed, Self Intimacy for sleeping.

This made me believe that in cases of extreme sleep recession, sleeping pills

will be definitely be replaced by self intimacy and I really pray that I am not

alive to see that day. Not only because it was a “most gross case” scenario ever

but also because, it wasn’t really helpful as a medicine. The funny thing about

this was that in the first dose, I didn’t even feel exhausted. After three shots

and half an hour of efforts I realized that the only effect it was doing it. It was

making me feel better pains in areas which I didn’t even know existed in my

5’9” structure.

DAY TEN: 7:15 am

IT STILL DID NOT END

Finally after nine days, today I am done with everything. The hope of even the

tiniest level has ended now. I don’t think I will be able to sleep, especially when

I have mastered the art of keeping myself awake. The mastery is no secret. It is

just too simple actually. It works just like a boomerang being thrown to a kid; if

he grabs it on the accurate time then he will be able to save his face from get-

ting stroked by it. If he misses it then, Ouch! In the process of being awake

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there was a time which usually sneaked in late at night around three to four,

and it lasted at least for an hour or so, if one wins over those few hours of

struggle, a struggle in which eyes became so heavy that start feeling that there

shutters are weighting hundreds of kilograms being put on your eyes. It was

crazy that I used to win this hours of fight every night which I no longer wanted

because now. All I wanted to do now was to bang my head against the wall be-

cause this head was blasting with an ache that was not fading even by a cent.

To add on to it, I had nothing which could relieve me.

-I wish to sleep now, it’s not fun anymore.

Atreyan

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CHAPTER: 1

Event Miss-
Miss-management

MARCH 11’ 2009

“At times when we sit down and think about how things are in our life,

and how they would have been only we would have responded in a particular

way. Nothing big was required just a few alterations and things would have

been so different.” The orator said.

Precious life was an organization led by Dr.Shiv Pundit, they supposedly were

considered to be the best relief centre in India with an objective to spread the

healthy and harmonious way of living. They believed that youth is the most ac-

tive with the energy of life and that is why they focused on teaching them be-

fore anyone else. This was the reason why this teacher/orator was giving these

long speeches in Ravisha’s college, trying to gather followers and learners for

the upcoming event which was in Ravisha’s college.

“Hmm...”

“I don’t think so Ravisha” Andrew interrupted.

“What, what do you ‘don’t think so’?” Ravisha enquired.

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“The belief that a single event in one’s life can change everything which comes

future, changing life. How can that be? Andrew asked Ravisha in a confused

tone

“Why cannot it be?” Ravisha replied with agitation building in her voice.

“I don’t know precisely but don’t you think that life is woven with a string of

events and incidents of the individual. Incidents and events which lead from

one to another, so somehow I can believe that an individual moment can have

such a drastic impact on anyone’s life.” Andrew concluded.

“But Andrew...” Ravisha exclaimed. But before she could finish her sentence

Andrew cut her out.

“Look, I told you want I felt about it, and I really don’t want to get into any dis-

cussions on it, anyway I won’t be coming for these preach teach events any day

anymore.”

“But, you promised to come” She almost screamed while sitting in the middle of

the orientation seminar.

“Shush! I said I would decide after the orientation, I never confirmed that I will

be coming” He whispered, trying to not being noticed even after Ravisha’s up

pinch almost scream. Ravisha’s anger was not out of proportion actually she

had all the right to pull Andrew as being one of the organizing panel member

and being the cultural secretary of the college. The event was in her college and

being an English Honors’ student of Delhi University he was more into being in

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events rather than watching the paint falling in the classroom. This event was

huge and held a specific place in her CV, Yes her CV. That was enough motiva-

tion for to pull out an event in which ten thousand people were expected to ar-

rive.

Huge companies were involved for the sponsorship and promotions and she

was responsible for bringing in maximum people but till the process was run-

ning lazy than it was expected to be. She had only recorded a response of fif-

teen hundred people which was only fifteen percent of what they panel and

committee was expecting to be. A lot of future aspects lingered on this event for

Ravisha. The event was scheduled to be on twenty fourth November two thou-

sand eight and only twenty days were left.

Ravisha was worried, anxious and restless to the core, in fact and hen who

knew that she is about to get slaughtered looked so much better than her the

way she was right now.

“Hey RT, Relax, don’t get all hyper and stuff, so what if I am not coming, there

will be other people” He was trying to sooth her down.

“RT” that is what we called her which was supposedly her nickname and in-

itials of her name as well, Ravisha Trivedi and as she believed, name of her

NGO somewhere in future.

“Nothing is wrong. You Relax Andrew.”

“Relax RT, you think I can’t catch your lies, and that too on this”

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“What is wrong with you Andrew? I said I am fine, how many times do I have to

say it to make you believe it?” She replied in an irritated yelling tone.

This made him have a moment of dullness on his face; he wasn’t expecting her

to be agitated and angry. She sensed that her outrage hit of him and it got ag-

gravated, she said “Ok, I am sorry; I am just worked up with the whole event

thing”

“So talk it out instead of taking it out on other people.” He replied

“What is there to talk about? It is just useless. Everything around is useless

and you know the best part, all my friends are useless too. I have worked for

this event day and night and my handwork is just giving me hopeless blank

replies from people. The committee expects me to bring along ten thousand

people, now how can I force people to come, how to conceive people? You tell

me, When my own friends are not turning up to the “Stupid event” then how to

convince outsiders for it. I expected at least you to be understanding but even

you have your never ending complains and explanations.

“RT!!” he stretched his voice till his lungs swallowed. “You have always found

your way no matter what, from every crap that you had, you have come out of

it as a winner and now this event is getting on to your nerves? Just relax swee-

tie!”

“Please Andrew things don’t work like that, everything is not as easy as it

seems to be” She replied in rejection.

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Her negativity made Andrew restless himself. He wanted to make an effort to

calm her down but the reaction from her made the situation worse. Now it was

Andrew’s take.

“OK! Then give up the event.”

“What? Where did that come from? Ravisha asked in astonishment.

“Look RT, you want me to console you and give you false hopes then I don’t

think that will work in this case. Haven’t you read the title of your own event?

Isn’t it all about believing in oneself and making it happen? Honestly RT if you

are working for it. You should believe in it as well. Don’t act like stupid crick-

eters and film stars who endorse anything without even relating to it.”

TTTRRRRRRRIIINNNGGGG…

The shrilly college bell rang.

Ravisha moves to her class and Andrew kick starts his Pulsar and moves for

“The Party”.

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CHAPTER: TWO

Trained for Training?

Andrew had to rush to defense colony to Atreyan’s flat for the party. The occa-

sion was special and not so special. Atreyan is a hotel management student

from IHM Pusa. He just successfully got promoted to second year. It was prob-

ably the last time he could spare a complete day for his friends and himself be-

cause 1 week after today will be his Industrial training in Taj.

“Hey buddy, what’s up?”Andrew screamed as a low hi, hello would have been

subsided by the music playing

“I am cool man, just living the last day of life with you guys” he replied.

“Hey don’t say that, it sounds as if you are going to die tomorrow, it’s just an

industrial training not some World War three”

“ You know Andy, I wish , I just wish that it would have been just an IT but it is

not like that and after what I have heard from my seniors and teachers it

means it sounds like much bigger deal than World War three.

“Atreyan now you are just exaggerating the whole thing, it can’t be that be bad

and if it is then how come your seniors and teachers got through it? May be it’s

just a notion that has been prevailing from ages”

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Atreyan shrugged, rushed his hands into his pockets and pulled out his train-

ing letter. He opened it right on his face and urged him to read it.

“Read this and you will understand why it is such a discussed issue. Nine

hours is minimum working hours and one leave in a week, no transportation

and what a stipend rupees Six hundred for a month and then you say it can’t

be that bad”.

“Ya, it can’t be that bad and I still stick to my statement, Atreyan don’t you re-

member Nair?”

“Yes I do, why? What about him?”

“Don’t you remember his story?”

“Atreyan, how can you forget him? He was another victim of training”

Nair , that is what he liked himself to called as , Satyam Nair was born and

brought up in Delhi, Karol Bagh but a Keralite by descend and heritage. He

was the only son of his parents; he loved the fact that he was pampered as a

heir of Alexander’s empire would have and for a person with a taste of leisure

and idling like him, he made all the effort to grab as much as he could from the

kingdom.

Being a coastal guy by descend he had a dusky toned skin and thick bone

structure , long hair and jaw line beard which made him look like a typical Hip-

Hop rapper which he took as a compliment any day.

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He loved hip-hop just like Wordsworth loved writing poetry. He carried it in his

ups and downs, high and lows along with his partner Exise (that was the nick-

name of his iPod, Existence.) He was pursuing his bachelor’s in mass commu-

nication and was in his last year.

Andrew was talking about him. He was a coincidental friend but after that the

way we bonded, still left us wondering that were friends also made in heaven

just like couples are? Our meeting just happened to happen.

MAY 6, 2008

It was when our orders got switched with each other in coffee shop. He was

with his girl and I was with my school friends and honestly I was checking out

his girl and that’s why while walking towards our table with the order I didn’t

realize that this was the wrong order on the tray. Later when I realized the twist

in the order, I just wished that the lady of that table comes up for switching the

trays.

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CHAPTER: THREE

Coffee, Couch and “The Chick”

That definitely happened in my Fancy-Land which wasn’t in that coffee

shop. Just after few minutes of couch hunting moments I and Andrew saw a

six feet tall guy approaching to our table with a tray filled our usual order, Café

Latte, Cheese and spinach sandwich and Oatmeal cookies. This is what I loved

about this place, they used to serve this café Latte in distinctive mugs which

had woolen hand knitted covers on them, whose prime objective was to keep

the coffee warm but delighted the feeling of hold the mug with it. It was a

soothing feeling, felt as if there can be nothing more pleasing and cozy than

that couch, coffee and a chick in the arm. Somehow I think even the owner of

the place knew that, that is why the place was named Three “C”, Coffee, Couch

and Cookies.

So this guy walks right across through our table, standing right on our heads

and seemed as if he was waiting for us to say something which was annoying

so Andrew broke the silence.

“Yes?” Andrew enquired.

“That is my order.” Six feet nerdy guy said.

“Huh? What? I replied.

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He interrupted me in between the session of eye gazing that I was sharing with

the girl on his table. I was starting to feel that the tension I was feeling was

somehow mutual but as soon I was moving a step closer to surety this guy

bumped into us.

“Actually this is our order” he said

“Oh! Is it? We are so sorry but almost half of this is already resting in our in-

testines” Andrew dropped his statement.

“Really? So you want me to press it out of you, “Mr. Funny Guy””. He replied to

Andrew’s wit. He certainly didn’t seem entertained by the idea of using sarcasm

as an idealized pick up for a friendly conversation.

“Hey, Hey! Relax man; He was just trying to be friendly kind of stuck with the

habit. We are sorry. We didn’t realize that it was your order.” I tried to handle

the mess Andrew drew.

“That’s Ok man, but I don’t think I will pay for the same order again. Anyways I

will take away I will take something else “He sounded agitated.

Who wouldn’t have been, we ate his cookies, and had his café frappe which by

the way was a specialty of the place and totally deserved price in three digits.

That is why, even though it cost a fortune a person didn’t mind paying for it

but he obviously didn’t not deserve to pay for it.

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“Buddy, why don’t you join us?” Andrew suggested but this time he wasn’t jok-

ing.

“I Hope it is not a problem?” He continued.

I was wondering and trying to understand that how can he be convinced by

someone who irritated him to the core.

“Hmm... Ok why not.” He replied.

“Ok why not?” what does he mean by “Ok why not?” This is the first time he

has literally seen us and we have seen him, my stupid blabbering mouth friend

urges him to still down with us and this stranger accepts to have couch next to

us. Was I being over thoughtful or this was actually weird? But the next move

by him made me feel just as a convict would have felt when he gets Ice cream

with chocolate sauce with lovely nuts flashing on the top and a brownie chunk

along with it.

He moved back to his table, whispered something into that beautiful girl’s

pierced ears with oxidized ear pieces and brought her to our table. He was

holding her hand all the while and all this time I was just hoping that just if I

would have had accessibility to hold her and whisper in her ear only God

knows how delighted I was.

“Hi, I am Satyam Nair and that is my cousin “he replied.

“Her cousin” Oops, yahoo...

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I was talking to myself, making me happy about the fact, “She isn’t his

girlfriend, she is her cousin and now that was kind of a motivation I was look-

ing out for.”

“Come have a seat.” I urged them. Click in the moment and the three couches

and two chairs with a huge table sitting arrangement started feeling like a wish

land where all your thoughts were under surveillance and taken care of.

“Hey that’s Andrew, I am Atreyan and we are looking forward for another friend

who will drop in anytime.” I broke the formality business.

We genuinely did not expect to be friends or even acquainted with them but

waiting for Ravisha was never a great idea to follow but in a way it wasn’t her

fault, anyone with a schedule of two hours dance class, an activist in NGO’s as

a freelancer, cultural secretary of the college, the only daughter at home to

flaunt and having a developed habitual crave for shopping every alternative day

could have made any passing human late to meet his/her friends. She dropped

in two hours late than what she quoted over phone and by then we had got all

the insight about this brother-sister duo.

Ravisha dropped in the weirdest look ever; this was the one of the things that I

didn’t like in her at all, she ever knew how to wear a mask over the obvious

emotion that she had. She had to do nothing, she just had to bluff but a cute

face like her, with underlined eyes with a thick line of kajal and bling all di-

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amond accessories saved her every time even ever she emoted the crankiest

and weirdest expressions that could ever been reflex and reflected by anyone.

At that moment at her face emoted that she was trying to figure out that who

are these unknown and unseen chaps on the table me and Andrew were placed

and we were having fun talking to them too but she wasn’t able to connect her-

self to the loudest group in the block.

“Hey Atreyan!!!!!!” She almost yelled out. I could not make out what was she

excited about.

“Finally, I mean finally!!! Madam Ravisha Trivedi is in the house. Welcome,

Welcome. What would you like to have Madam? Coffee, Tea or something else,

or we should treat you with a spanking?” Andrew replied as soon he noticed

her.

He was definitely angry on the fact that she was late and as usual he used his

word play to action to make a point that she did something extremely wrong by

not even replying to text and not even making a call even though it was her

usual routine.

“What Man! Stop talking to me like that. You know it wasn’t my fault”

She replied in the baby tone that always worked on the guys she hit on or with

those who tried being mushy with her but Andrew was definitely a wrong pick

for this cuddlesome talk.

“Where the hell was you by the way” Andrews enquired RT.
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“You know man don’t you, then why do you keep on asking me again and

again?” Ravisha replied.

“Man man! How in the world you can dance the form of dance for three years

and never get bored?” Andrew commented.

RT replied with her brows raised and passed a clean look which appeared

amused yet annoyed.

“Andy, do you have any bloody idea? How can you even think that dance gets

limited in years time? It is not man, it can never be.”

Ravisha was angry and offended by what Andy said. Which I thought was justi-

fied, she had been learning dance since the age thirteen and now when she had

turned twenty she had the same enthusiasm for her passion of dance as an in-

nocent little kid who is curious and excited about every new venture or expe-

rience he gained in his childhood.

Though Andy definitely didn’t mean what RT took it to be but now that was

what it was. Ten minutes of useless argument which made them look idiotic,

egoistic and lame to the brim and the best part was that they forgot that there

were two new people present around who were witnessing everything which

was going on.

I so wanted to scream and say out loud that “Shut Up” but I had to hold my-

self, primarily because two reasons out if which one was selfish and second

was useless. First, I wanted that beautiful hot click to obviously think that I am

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a calm and composed guy so it was better for me to just Shut up and listen to

those blabbering mouths and second I was so awestruck that I knew that all

the words which would have came out of my mouth would be jumbled with

spellings.

The feeling of looking into her eyes and experiencing the heaven that I always

wanted was impeccable and till date it never ended. In short the feeling was

something more than just doing her.

It’s almost a year after that day and the only difference now was that I was dat-

ing that “hot cousin of Nair”, Sunidhi. It has been 8 months now. Till date I be-

lieved that she was the prettiest thing ever made by the almighty and she al-

ways has something to disagree with me. I knew that she loved it when I used

to say that to her but every time she heard her praise she had a complaint

ready to counter it, most of the times it made no sense because it was for either

about her non-visible pimple mark or her thin fine (according to me) legs which

she thought were too lean. She would out rightly say “what do you know about

girls? I am not that beautiful”. I always wanted to reply “That I guess I have eye

candied enough girls to know who is beautiful from where and how much” but

next thing to that would have a list of abuses, a declaration of me being a per-

vert, a general judgement passed about “All Guys Are Same” and then end of

the relationship that we were supposed to carry out forever.

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CHAPTER: FOUR

Any idea how a hotel treats you like?

“Andrew I remember everything about the Nair but its way different man.

Training in a hotel is like going through the procedure of sins payback system.

A place where you are getting punished for the sins you have committed till

now. We have to do everything man, from ironing of people’s clothes to cooking

for them. Cleaning every shit pot and wiping all the glass panes of the floor,

and you know what; at times it’s just not the floor on which we are appointed

it’s any floor which has scarcity of labour”

It was on Andrew’s face that he had nothing convincing in his head to come

back with the point that it can’t be that bad but he had to say something to

make me feel better so all he could say was, “Dude, everyone who opts for Hotel

management goes through this training thing don’t they? If it’s that bad them

how come they did it? “

“Andy you won’t get it, so just leave it.” I said.

“No man Let me.”

“I can’t make you understand everything in the world Andy”

“I know that but at least give it a try; I am not that hard head”

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“It’s kinda simple Andy man, every trainee goes through this but who says that

he/she enjoys it? I can give you in black & white that they don’t. The only rea-

son they stick to it because it is necessary for them to do it. They DON’T want

to do it. It’s frustrating and gives nothing back to you.”

“How can that be man, there must be something you guys learn from it.”

“Ya ya, sure we do, we learn how to wipe thousands of glasses, how to vacuum

clean the floors, how to salute every incoming and outgoing guest, that is what

we learn. Two years of study to this is really a payoff to the effort.”

“Atreyan, it’s no use talking about it right! You are just going to criticize it and I

am not going to accept that there is nothing you guys learn or enjoy there, so

let’s just leave it have that Carlsberg which is waiting for us from long now.”

We walked down to my small room where my PC was right next to the door on

right side and in my face was the Refrigerator which had our delicacies for the

night. It had nothing other than BEER, VODKA, RUM and WHISHKY, right

from the freezer to the cooling box was nothing else but Drinks. It was sup-

posed to be like that because there was no one at my place for next 7 days so I

could even stuff chick’s lingerie in my refrigerator if I wanted too and secondly

because it was “NO DRY MOMENT PARTY”.

The theme was introduced into the group my Ravisha and to her by her hostel

friends. She had spent her secondary studies years in Shimla’s hostel and ac-

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cording to her, the fun she had there could never be matched with any day that

she had spent with one on this “whole damn world”.

The whole idea about the party was to have only and only drinks in the party

and nothing else. Food was on you to manage. Anyone was who couldn’t take

the hunger strike then he/she was suggested to carry down his own food. As a

ritual Host made a drink which had no ratio or measure of any added ingre-

dients (Drinks) and it was kept as a special spontaneously prepared cocktail.

Today I was the host and it was my turn to make something, being a HM guy,

expectations and hopes were exceptionally high. I was so high that I had no

idea what I was mixing all I knew was the color of drinks which I was pouring,

one bottle of blood red content, and two bottles of white transparent content

and God knows what.

As if some cared, everyone was high and had lost almost every bit of their

senses. On such moments I used to fell that living in secluded area gave the

privacy that every party lover looks for. I, Andrew and Nair now got the chance

to sit together after almost everyone had passed away.

“I want to talk” Nair said in his low, sulky and obvious high tone.

Everyone had talked to me about the training fright that I was going through,

other than Nair, so I guess now it was his turn.

“I love someone...” Nair said.

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Andrew looked as if every trance of alcohol was sucked out of him, “And..?” he

said.

“And I want to tell her about it”

Okkkk!! Now that was unexpected. I thought it was about my training first and

even if it wasn’t about that then not this. This was totally out of the box.

“How, What, When?” I blew out all the words in the excited? At least that is

what I think it was.

“Eight months” Nair replied to the question which was not answered but yet

took us as a shock. It’s been 8 months and he is telling us ABOUT IT NOW?

Why?

“And..?” Andrew was so confused that he was only stuck on “And’s”, he had no

questions or inquires but he couldn’t swallow the fact.

“And I really love her” Nair replied

“We have heard that already Nair, what about her?” I was getting cranky, all

because I wanted him to just come out of it.

“She is really sweet” Nair continued to make no sense in his Highs.

“Of course she will be, Mr. Nair has managed to love someone after 3 years of

struggle, of course she will be sweet”

“I am serious Andy. Where did you find Nair, do we know her?”

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“Of course you know her. You know her, even he knows her” He pointed his

figure towards Andrew.

“What’s her name?”

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CHAPTER: FIVE

Just spilled
spilled it out

“Uuuuuauaaahhh…”

“Aawwwwahhhhhhhhhhh...”

Every bit of peanut masala and Chips were floating on my floor. Nair threw

up every bit of edible that he had blended with alcohol.

Thing that we both were waiting for to come out didn’t but all we didn’t saw

came flushing flowing out. Just as he was done throwing up all the stuffed in-

gredients in him he passed off and we just kept looking at mine and after that I

looked at Andy and we both started laughing like crazy.

That laughing session kept going on and on. We didn’t even realize that when

we dozed off.

As lost a dog can be chasing while chasing his own tail, an inch more than that

were we all. I and Andy knew that Nair was getting us into a conversation

about something he wanted to tell us but we had no clue what was it.

“So what were we talking about last night?” I asked Andy.

“Umm... I have no bloody clue mayne!!!”

“Nair I remember you were saying something, but what I have no idea” I poked.

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“Huh? What?” Nair was still confused and high on alcohol I guess. He had no

clue what we were talking about.

“Huh, what were we talking about? I don’t know. Were we talking?”

“Yaaa, mayne don’t you remember?”

I looked at Andy saying all that with so confidence as if he had everything

stored in his memory slide by slide, when actually he had no clue.

“I don’t remember man, must be something really useless that is why I don’t

remember it. Anyway you have coffee in kitchen? I desperately need a strong

black without sugar”

“Hmm... Now when you have placed the order then let’s go to 3 C’s. It is 12.30

already I think it will have enough people till now, so we can have a beautiful

eye gazing session you know what I mean, hmm...”

We knew what Andy meant, he was referring to our regular routine of checking

out and trying out our chances of getting a girl’s number.

1 PM

“Hey Andy you see that chick there?”

“Where???”

“90 degree left from Nair’s head”

“OH MY GOD! Dude you have no chance on that one”

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“Really Nair you think so? I asked Nair. My macho side was a bit offended by

the statement he made.

“Dude haven’t you noticed her or what? She has all the things you can surely

not have”

“Like what Andy?’ I asked.

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