Monday, July 09, 2007

Rendezvous in Bangalore

It's an illusion
Get together (It's an illusion)
It's an illusion
Get together (It's an illusion)

Down, down, down in your heart
Find, find, find the secret
Turn, turn, turn your head around
Baby we can do it, we can do it all right

Do you believe in love at first sight?
It's an illusion, I don't care
Do you believe I can make you feel better?
Too much confusion, come on over here

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It's all an illusion
There's too much confusion
I'll make you feel better
If it's bitter at the start, then it's sweeter in the end


(Get Together by Madonna- Confession on a Dance Floor)


Escaping the razzmatazz of the daily work is always fun but its exciting when it promises you a retreat to your friends. For those who couldn’t make it to the assemblage in blore this weekend, it was a life time miss and if that makes you jealous it serves my purpose.

The “focus” was definitely pawan’s marriage but it was the rendevous at the dance floor that we all enjoyed to the fullest. Few of us had embarked on Friday morning itself and were stuffed with malpoas at pawan’s in-laws. In the evening I joined the party and cheered Pawan for losing his bachelorhood. And it took less than 5 mins for all of us to come out of the corporate shell and get back to basics. We all had bid-adieu to pawan and traversed through the city to another end of Karnataka to Menon’s place. Well in anticipation Menon had shifted the whole of Sab-Millers inventory to his house which was supposed to be in a residential area. After a round of rejoice we realized Deep and Shashi have just arrived at pawan’s place. Back at pawan’s place, few of us sat by him till 3 am in the night for moral support and I was as usual irritating him with my customized gagged up questions. Finally King Kaadu came back to menon’s place and on our effort to maintain a zero inventory at sab millers we all were at work. By 4 am, Deep realized he has to be in London the next morning. So sreejit was asked to be at Paddington station the next day. In this attempt Shashi also remembered he has to be in Wimbledon for the final and Alok wanted to be in the British Grand Prix. I called up again to communicate the update and sreejit got the background music as kaadus broke into huge laughter. In the morning we all experienced the transition of night to dawn after ages. We moved to the triple 7 day. We all had a mega kerala brunch at a kerala restaurant with loads of kerala paratha and chicken.

The day was by default a sluggish one. After a long bakar session at shashi’s place I had a small nap. I woke up in the land of utter confusion. And there were thousands of options for the next move. As the kaadus were dispersed at different parts of the city; the coordination was again creating confusion. After dealing with confusion for the whole evening we banged into a pub called “Purple Haze”. This was the first time kaadus having a party on a dance floor other than our most beloved floor “mudra”. Hosted by Shailu and Dhanuja apparently for their marriage; the party was the best we could have. Beers and tequilas flowed like niagra broke loose and really it was an illusion to be with all my friends at one place. Danced and rocked the floor to the greatest extent we could stretch ourselves the most. We received a compliment from the manager Aisa group abhi tak nahin dekha ke pub ko disc bana diya”.

Well the most amazing thing happened in the parking lot. We tried to barge in a swift and its alarm went off big time. That proves we all were high by that time. Now Kaadus were heading to Shashi’s Place. Shashi’s roommates were asked to be prepared for the unexpected. We all just managed to slip in shashi’s house and to my utter surprise there were lots of food already waiting for the demons to come and savour. And Shashi proposed “whisky, rum or vodka??”. Deep started focusing and we had to finish off another inventory. Again booze flowed and Rajesh menon and Alok drank till six in the morning.

Awesome is the only word I can find in my vocab to describe the whole event. Sky full of thanks to Shashi, Gopal and Rajesh for the end-to-end supply chain management. Also special thanks to Bhavana and Dhanuja for bearing the jungle kala kauwaas ( kaadus). My best wishes for all of you.

Hope fate gives a chance to repeat history again.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Can fully relate to what goes into a nostalgic get-together with ol' time buddies with loads of booze n bakwaas.

Sure relived those time myself.

Great post

adithya said...

Dude to start with I just loved the way u started the post. Really set us in the mood especially with the “If it's bitter at the start, then it's sweeter in the end” cant agree better with that

Trust me all of us just got to get a life!!! Your post just said that … its amessage to all jerks like me to freak out especially with the kerala parathas and Chicken :-). And hey cant help but notice the management touch in the story especially witht the “ zero inventory” thingy and the subtle sarcasm in “it was a life time miss and if that makes you jealous it serves my purpose” did not go unnoticed. Would love to meet that king kaadu.. funny name buddy ;-). And trust me any party would rock when beers and tequila flow like Niagara and trust me I am definitely jealous and looks like I served your purpose.

And by god your last lines were amazing… especially with the kala kauwaas, Supply chain management and most important of all..
“Hope fate gives a chance to repeat history”.. Hope is such a darn damn bad thing.. I just hope that hope does give a chance.. its worth it.