Nostlagia part 1- purani jeans

Well about a week ago I gave a call to a friend who I knew since way back. He was one of the very few ones who I kept in touch with after all the years. He and another 3-4 odd people that I keep in touch with after so long. Through him i came to know about this gang of guys who still, well are in regular communication with each other after so long. So then I exchange pleasantries with one of them and lo and behold I find myself invited to a weekly get together. For me it turned out to a reunion of sorts. The night, if you know north Indian, especially punjabi dudes coming together meant only one thing alcohol and chicken. So there were no surprises for me if that is what the night turned out to be. Apparently the parents of one of the guys were pretty accommodating to let a cricket team full of rowdy mid 20s lads have a merry time at the lawns. In the lawns at this heat you say. Well the weather gods were kind enough to provide us with a pleasant evening and a night to allow us to enjoy. Moreover it didnt lok nice to smoke in their living room now did it ? And by the end of this night we decided not to pester his parents anymore. And move to a differnt place the next time. Apparently this 'guys night out' was a weekly thing.

So here we are, group of lads sitting drinking puffing and chatting away to dawn. FOr me it was a flood of memories coming back. Weird memories, good ones bad ones all togeter as a flash flood in the Himachal slopes. Some were now married most working, one was an entrepreneur one a politician (in the making) So all in all a night worth remembering and revisiting, both in the dreams and for another roound of scotch.

Night out or Night in

Well the start of this blog is literally abrupt. I mean what do you expect from someone who had given up on writing aeons ago (2 years precisely). But, seeing as I am out of that rut and have ample of time on my hand, I sit here again typing what ever comes in my mind, and realising I'm not any better than I was back then (come on who starts with 'BUT' in his third sentence) Any how we move along and perhaps forward.

So this late afternoon I get this invite from a popular nightclub in the city. Nightclubs sound more interesting than discos. Don't they? This invite entitles me to admit a couple of couples sorry couldn't resist for free. And mind me it was expensive to get into them., for people like me that is. So what do I do? I go and invite my best pals A and S to come along while I had no idea who will I take as my date, whilst willingly knowing I am not too popular with the ladies. And for which I have only myself to blame, but we will leave to psycho analysing my relationships for later. Actually I onlt ask S coz I know in all reality if I would have asked A then he would have only hanged up on me and would have promptly called S and then the negotiation would have taken place to come to a decision on this simple question. S is the lady in this fine relationship you see and even though she is a fine lady she at times wears the pants i feel. Just dont tell A about it. So I decide to overlook the loop and go directly to the deicision head.

Me: Hey

S: Hi

Me: I ve this amazing tickets to this night club. Remember how you whine you dont go and have fun out side. So here's your big chance and that too for free.

S: Uh huh

Me: WHat do you mean uh huh. I had to pull strings to get this. lies

S: Actually not a good week. Am getting my car fixed right now. Such a way to spend the weekend.

Me: So another reason to go out and Par Tay.

S: Hmmm gotta run call you later, right ...click

Me: .........

S hung up on me, and to think I was doing her a favour. Which I most certainly wasn't. But still.

Which brings me onto part 2 of this post the after thoughts. I live in this city listed under catregory B-2 and I feel that it is certainly better than than half the cities listed even under A-2. These urban development or the ones who carry out the surveys and decide which category to put a city in have to do a better job. I say this not coz of some loyalist attitude but due to the fact I ve been around and have seen most if not all. Any ways coming back to the topic, in this city I live in I find many instances of deviation from the traditionalistic values but somehow find the overprevalance very frustrating. I mean I know why S turned my invite down some part was due to her parents but majorly she didn't want to even take it up with them just coz she thought it wrong and that partying was evil for a lack of a better word. Now that frustrates me and worse it irritates me. SHe is literlly god damn engaged to A. Ah congratulations you two. Its not like she is running off into the night with a complete stranger. Worse yet, they wanted to go or atleast said they wanted. And, now when the opportunity presented itself, they chicken away. Anyhow I live these guys and would take a bullet for them little too melodramatic don't you think? but they can drive me mad at times.

Entrée

This blog may have gothic aspects in its appearance but believe me you that it has no connection to anything goth (except maybe the appearance again). But I may fiddle with the colour scheme again keeping in accordance with the monochromatic reference (groan) .
So here goes.