Nitin and I have a drunk song and dance routine. Everytime we've got drunk at Golden Dragon, we've walked back at 1, dancing and singing to the tunes of 'War' by the Fuller Four. If that doesn't strike a bell, maybe this will. Remember that song Jackie Chan keeps singing in Rush Hour?
This time was no different. We came back, merry, jolly, high and most importantly, far away from the sounds of BA's love ballads. By the time we reached my colony gate, we were pretty 'happy' and we had to put up a nice face for the guard to let us through. Once inside, the fun began. I should've seen the signs when senor Jose started pointing to the stars and screaming "Lights in the sky!". Little did I know that this was just the beginning. The good thing however was that I started logging all the activities on my phone, to save and embarrass for posterity!
Rewind to October (The last trip to Golden Dragon in the aforementioned company):
[There's a small school in front of my house whose wall was broken down for some temporary construction work. The last time we'd gone to GD, and my dear friend, in a state of drunken stupor, entered the school building and used the school's toilet!]
Forward back to 9th Jan:
Nitin Jose then started narrating to me a story from the last time he was in the school. Very concisely put (not paraphrased), "Thats a spooky place, the last time I went to the loo there, I saw a ghost. The ghost was peeing too!". We planned then to just sit in my car and listen to some rock, because sitting out in the open in such a conditon was out of question. So I left him inside my car and went off to collect my stereo. When I came back, I found him in the driver's seat, giving the car a full overall exam and adjusting the rearview mirror and driving a car which had no keys in it! Keyphrase of the night, "The car's in neutral". For some reason at 1 in the night, a Tamil ad came on air. This sort of pushed my friend over the edge (reasons unknown). For the 3rd time, (again, for reasons unknown), he started counting in Telugu (A language I certify, we have never ever encountered in our short, mundane existences). "Onnu, Rendu, Moodu, Naalu..."(god knows if thats right, even if remotely).
While the revelry drew to its highest point while we sat and listened to Eric Clapton's 'Cocaine', and danced away (somehow) inside the car to sounds of hip hop as well, a very bemused security guard approached my car with a big question mark on his face. In short, the conversation I had with him(with a ear to ear grin) was nothing short of brilliant. On no less than three occassions I offered him my car keys to take us out on a drive, for I believed he had trust issues with me. Needless to say, the fellow got sufficiently freaked out and ran off. So did we. Before anyone else with more courage could come to confront us. Great end to the evening.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Saturday, April 5, 2008
And I Think To Myself...What a Wonderful World
Louis Armstrong sure got that right...What a wonderful world! Thats pretty much the first thought that comes across under the influence of sufficiently copious amounts of alcohol doesn't it?? I guess thats why they call it getting 'high' (so...er....geographically put in context by my pal as mentioned in the last post!). But then Louis Armstrong has more to do with this post than just that.
So going back in time again, to January this year; my school-time friend Nitin came over. I think by the time I'm done with this blog there'd hardly be a friend left for me or much worse I might make a very dangerous drinking companion! Anyway, back to the story...
We had great plans for the time ahead that day. We'd go to this brutally expensive pub (where my mum always wants me to have coffee, and the obedient son that I am, I go to an expensive pub and 'obey') which was a stone throw away from my house, listen to some good old rock and roll, drink some and come back. I've always been a believer in the power of music on one's emotions. I've often observed that things go straight to people's heads when the music is to their liking. For me, the sounds of Pearl Jam is that catalyst. Any and all of my friends who've seen my reaction to this one song called 'Black' in particular would testify to this phenomenon. And this is precisely the reason I love where we were going regardless of the fact that it often burns a hole in your pocket without getting you drunk enough to ignore it till the morning after! The music's good. Rephrase; great.
So as we set out on that Friday evening, all excited about what lay ahead, my mum of course laying down the coffee rule again, we never saw what was coming. Gleefully (unfortunately the only word that describes that feeling), we sought to enter the place when a tree-trunk arm came swinging across and a voice boomed, "Yes Sar" (The only way most bouncers know how to say "Yes sir"). I always thought this was a stupid thing. Why'd I want to go to a pub, but to drink and fraternize? Much the same, respecting the fact that this guy could pound the stuffing out of me at his whim, I told him why I was there and thats when the two most irritating words for any single man came out of his mouth, "Kappal Antry" (Bouncer for "Couple Entry") and of course suffixed with the "Sir" that he must mouth even if he doesn't mean it. Enter Manu Saxena's brief telepathic interlude. "This is where, SK, a girlfriend comes in handy." Thanks Manu, as if it wasn't bad enough already. I really don't get this whole concept of couple entry. Just because of a few lecherous old fags, every decent, single chap in town isn't allowed to have his share of fun during the weekend without paying an exorbitant amount. I vehemently oppose this barbaric practice.
Anyway, dejected and disappointed, we tried looking for other places to go to, to no avail. Our requirements were very specific. Rock music and walking distance. There were no other places nearby that met the first requirement, and worse still fell in remotely the same price band. And thats when we made the decision that was the sole reason why things went the way they did. We decided to go to the most cost-effective (polite for cheapest) watering hole (for it is but a shame to call it a 'pub'), the old faithful, Golden Dragon! The only requirement this met was that it was still walking distance and fell about a couple of price bands lower, so it allowed us to drown our disappointments! The story at Golden Dragon is short. They played Bryan Adams' 'Heaven' and quickly added insult to injury with 'Please Forgive Me'. Nothing against the old chap but two guys at Golden Dragon and Heaven, thats a little, how do you put it, gay. So we drank to the music (more to tolerate it) and drank it quick so we could get out quick...(To be continued)
So going back in time again, to January this year; my school-time friend Nitin came over. I think by the time I'm done with this blog there'd hardly be a friend left for me or much worse I might make a very dangerous drinking companion! Anyway, back to the story...
We had great plans for the time ahead that day. We'd go to this brutally expensive pub (where my mum always wants me to have coffee, and the obedient son that I am, I go to an expensive pub and 'obey') which was a stone throw away from my house, listen to some good old rock and roll, drink some and come back. I've always been a believer in the power of music on one's emotions. I've often observed that things go straight to people's heads when the music is to their liking. For me, the sounds of Pearl Jam is that catalyst. Any and all of my friends who've seen my reaction to this one song called 'Black' in particular would testify to this phenomenon. And this is precisely the reason I love where we were going regardless of the fact that it often burns a hole in your pocket without getting you drunk enough to ignore it till the morning after! The music's good. Rephrase; great.
So as we set out on that Friday evening, all excited about what lay ahead, my mum of course laying down the coffee rule again, we never saw what was coming. Gleefully (unfortunately the only word that describes that feeling), we sought to enter the place when a tree-trunk arm came swinging across and a voice boomed, "Yes Sar" (The only way most bouncers know how to say "Yes sir"). I always thought this was a stupid thing. Why'd I want to go to a pub, but to drink and fraternize? Much the same, respecting the fact that this guy could pound the stuffing out of me at his whim, I told him why I was there and thats when the two most irritating words for any single man came out of his mouth, "Kappal Antry" (Bouncer for "Couple Entry") and of course suffixed with the "Sir" that he must mouth even if he doesn't mean it. Enter Manu Saxena's brief telepathic interlude. "This is where, SK, a girlfriend comes in handy." Thanks Manu, as if it wasn't bad enough already. I really don't get this whole concept of couple entry. Just because of a few lecherous old fags, every decent, single chap in town isn't allowed to have his share of fun during the weekend without paying an exorbitant amount. I vehemently oppose this barbaric practice.
Anyway, dejected and disappointed, we tried looking for other places to go to, to no avail. Our requirements were very specific. Rock music and walking distance. There were no other places nearby that met the first requirement, and worse still fell in remotely the same price band. And thats when we made the decision that was the sole reason why things went the way they did. We decided to go to the most cost-effective (polite for cheapest) watering hole (for it is but a shame to call it a 'pub'), the old faithful, Golden Dragon! The only requirement this met was that it was still walking distance and fell about a couple of price bands lower, so it allowed us to drown our disappointments! The story at Golden Dragon is short. They played Bryan Adams' 'Heaven' and quickly added insult to injury with 'Please Forgive Me'. Nothing against the old chap but two guys at Golden Dragon and Heaven, thats a little, how do you put it, gay. So we drank to the music (more to tolerate it) and drank it quick so we could get out quick...(To be continued)
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Cha Cha Cha Part 2
Right...so at the second party last night (where I was still hung over so I couldn't have so much as a drop!), some more revelations were made.
For one, I wasn't the only one doing the Cha Cha Cha the night before, I apparently led someone into dancing alongside me! Whatdya know???I'm a leader when drunk! It so happened that in the process of 'dancing', this true gentleman(whose identity still remains a mystery) who accompanied me was so engrossed in displaying his secret talent, that he ended up slapping a poor girl standing next to him during what must have been a truly exhilarating dance step!
The mystery of the knee bump has also been solved. I fell off the bed thrice.
Amongst other news, last night my very good friend Manu Saxena (Whose thoughts, views and writings I shall be referring to soon)with a few measures of Scotch in him, made not-so-surprising revelations about his drunken sense of humour and also his committal problems! For starters, this was his classic first joke: "I'm so high I can pee ice!". For the benefit of the confused audience he also offered an explanation: "Temperature falls by 1 degree for every 165 metres!". And later when his brain had finally died, he lifted up his glass and professed his love for it and said, "This is the only thing in my life I've ever committed myself to!"
So all you ladies out there, I present to you my dear pal Manu Saxena। Match invited for an otherwise great guy, slightly anglophilic, describes himself as 'Homo-neutral' which he thinks describes his status of being neither homosexual nor homophobic (I beg to differ, I think it sounds more like a neutered homosexual), relationship must expire within a month of starting. Conditions apply. Single Malt preferred. Picture attached for readers' benefit.
Manu Saxena. I swear to God he looks better (albeit marginally) now!
For one, I wasn't the only one doing the Cha Cha Cha the night before, I apparently led someone into dancing alongside me! Whatdya know???I'm a leader when drunk! It so happened that in the process of 'dancing', this true gentleman(whose identity still remains a mystery) who accompanied me was so engrossed in displaying his secret talent, that he ended up slapping a poor girl standing next to him during what must have been a truly exhilarating dance step!
The mystery of the knee bump has also been solved. I fell off the bed thrice.
Amongst other news, last night my very good friend Manu Saxena (Whose thoughts, views and writings I shall be referring to soon)with a few measures of Scotch in him, made not-so-surprising revelations about his drunken sense of humour and also his committal problems! For starters, this was his classic first joke: "I'm so high I can pee ice!". For the benefit of the confused audience he also offered an explanation: "Temperature falls by 1 degree for every 165 metres!". And later when his brain had finally died, he lifted up his glass and professed his love for it and said, "This is the only thing in my life I've ever committed myself to!"
So all you ladies out there, I present to you my dear pal Manu Saxena। Match invited for an otherwise great guy, slightly anglophilic, describes himself as 'Homo-neutral' which he thinks describes his status of being neither homosexual nor homophobic (I beg to differ, I think it sounds more like a neutered homosexual), relationship must expire within a month of starting. Conditions apply. Single Malt preferred. Picture attached for readers' benefit.
Manu Saxena. I swear to God he looks better (albeit marginally) now!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
1,2 Cha Cha Cha
Now that the hangover's gone I've gone around looking for my friends who remained sober last night, in an attempt to piece together last night's puzzle; because no matter how hard I try, I really can't remember anything beyond 10.30!So I went to this junior just now who very kindly pieced it together for me. This is where I warn you : IT'S NOT PRETTY.
OK so you ignored the warning...what the hell, read on. The first thing I have been told is that on no less than 4 occasions, I happened to dance the Cha Cha Cha on someone's cue. Of course people don't exactly take very kindly to their drunken kin. I haven't on previous occasions, so it wouldn't be fair of me to expect them to stop after poking fun just once! So, it was four times that they cued me up (must've been something like "Naach Basanti Naach" only that here there was no Viru and Basanti was knocked out cold!) and I graciously obliged them with a brilliant little jig and to complete the picture I even sang(apparently) "1,2 cha cha cha, everybody!yay!!" (I wish I could show you how the junior showed me how I did it, but (un)fortunately there is no video evidence!). Fact: In real, un-drunk life, I don't even know what the damn Cha Cha Cha looks like! Somewhere along the way I also told my lovely audience that I was high and I wouldn't remember this the next morning, so they must remind me!
As if that wasn't enough, when I did find myself a bed to collapse on, I wouldn't just shut up and sleep. I'm a poor dancer in real life, I'm very hesitant in fact. I guess when I get drunk all the, well, pent up dance if you will, tries to escape! So when I did crash, I'm told I did my own rendition of some Naagin jig lying on the bed, before I was too overcome to dance anymore!
So this little bit has been pieced together, more should come through tonight at another party! I swear I won't get drunk tonight! I'm driving, and not getting drunk somehow seems good for business. I can just watch people make a fool out of themselves for a change!
P.S: Having figured out and said all this, I still can't figure out how the huge painful bump on my knee got there. Yaoo!
OK so you ignored the warning...what the hell, read on. The first thing I have been told is that on no less than 4 occasions, I happened to dance the Cha Cha Cha on someone's cue. Of course people don't exactly take very kindly to their drunken kin. I haven't on previous occasions, so it wouldn't be fair of me to expect them to stop after poking fun just once! So, it was four times that they cued me up (must've been something like "Naach Basanti Naach" only that here there was no Viru and Basanti was knocked out cold!) and I graciously obliged them with a brilliant little jig and to complete the picture I even sang(apparently) "1,2 cha cha cha, everybody!yay!!" (I wish I could show you how the junior showed me how I did it, but (un)fortunately there is no video evidence!). Fact: In real, un-drunk life, I don't even know what the damn Cha Cha Cha looks like! Somewhere along the way I also told my lovely audience that I was high and I wouldn't remember this the next morning, so they must remind me!
As if that wasn't enough, when I did find myself a bed to collapse on, I wouldn't just shut up and sleep. I'm a poor dancer in real life, I'm very hesitant in fact. I guess when I get drunk all the, well, pent up dance if you will, tries to escape! So when I did crash, I'm told I did my own rendition of some Naagin jig lying on the bed, before I was too overcome to dance anymore!
So this little bit has been pieced together, more should come through tonight at another party! I swear I won't get drunk tonight! I'm driving, and not getting drunk somehow seems good for business. I can just watch people make a fool out of themselves for a change!
P.S: Having figured out and said all this, I still can't figure out how the huge painful bump on my knee got there. Yaoo!
Last Night
Last night I went to this friend's job treat party. I thought I'd get a great story for my blog...turns out I'd passed out by 11 and I was quite the story myself! Booze is bad people!!Somewhere in between I'm told I spoke to my mum on the phone as well. Thankfully she believes(hopefully) that I was sleepy and the dirt on my pants and my T shirt actually came from sitting in the lawns of the party house. We know better. Another little lesson learned in life.
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