Hibernating

Hibernating

Of-course not. I have been completely tied up, hence the delay. All of you can now leave your comments on the blog site and you do not have to have an id.

Let me start by updating the happenings at the recent do in Calcutta. And mind you it WAS HAPPENING. My friend who got married four months back decided to entertain his friends in style. He organized a boat party, though I am sure he would have loved to take all of us in the national carrier, which he flies with élan. I am NOT talking about KITES…though he was expected to fly that by an erudite gentle-lady on Lee Road. The boat party was great fun…to see friends drunk yet not falling into the Hooghly. How unfortunate. My hashi-khushi friend was drunk as usual but thankfully did not create any nuisance. No, hold on, he was sitting next to a flier who is associated with “fly the good times” and was constantly eyeing him but I can assure nothing transpired. Talking about this FLIER, my wannabe actress friend was completely smitten by him…more about that later.

For better part of the evening on the boat, I saw my ex morning walk companion fixed to a pretty dame. She must have had an over dose of him…the next day she did not venture anywhere near him. My dear ex morning walk companion, do contemplate as to why birds in skirts are not sitting on your lap for too long and flies away at the first available opportunity. Meeting old friends has its own unexplainable charm and more so when I bumped into my 9th floor friend in Cal. I have to dedicate an entire para to him.

By the time we hit the shore, there were quite a few who did not know what was going on. Hashi-khushi sped away with Mr. 9th floor running after him, my wannabe actress friend misplacing my mobile in her exuberance to take control of the situation, a friend walking up to my friend’s house groping in the dark while her mother threw a fit seeing him. Mr. Parsee was dancing all the way to the car without anyone singing, The Cuckoo did not know which car to take, as Mr. FAKE Will Smith was busy with the firangs. Mr. Golu of School told his wife that he drinks only when he is with his friends…translated “WE ARE SPOILING HIM”, Mr. Fat Turned Slim lost in his own world…whether to pick his wife for the after party or not, Mr. Footballer sporadically shouting in an alien language (sounded like German), Mr. 9th floor adding to all the confusion.

The theme of the evening was WATER. For the after party we went to a poolside pub and my dear readers you should have been there to see Mr. 9th floor in his element. He hugged and smiled at everyone, dropped his drink thrice (the hotel uses cheap plastic glass) and fell flat on his face. He was SMASHED. He wanted to eat at the coffee shop, but we took him to the most up-market restaurant at 4 am for his chicken bharta. I happily left the scene of party at 2 pm to drop dear FRIENDS alongwith wannabe actress, but had to return to the venue because my darling wannabe actress friend wanted to meet the FLIER again. She has a fascination for chengra looking men, though she insists that he lips are like SRK’s. I reserve my comment. Just for the record, both hashi-khushi and wannabe actress have one thing in common – both love CHENGRA MEN!

I will write more on the eventful Cal trip later, but for the moment let me sign off with some news on the agencies front. A dear friend has joined a new agency in the central part of the city. Congrats darling, please spend more time in the office than in the market across the road. Another dear friend from my ex ex ex office (I hope to have got that right!) has put in her papers….I am so happy for I know her next destination. All the best sweetheart. The four ft something is freaking out in the Jaggery Village…the tall balding partner of her agency asked her “How is the weather down there”? There are going to be some more people movements and some of the agencies are going to lose a few good professionals. Ofcourse to each his own, but then there are those who have never seen the world loves to be cocooned in their nests and speak ill of others. Oh by the way, Ms. Revealer, I am told you are dressing rather appropriately these days! I know there’s no one interesting to dress so less

So long