The Bongs in Rishikesh

Idiots on the Lakshman Jhula

In the rather boring lifestyle that I have now; the week leading up to the New Year and the week after that have been, to say the least, INCREDIBLE.

Ram Jhula as seen from Budha Cafe

Rishikesh is a place I have been to, many times, but it never fails to leave me satisfied and with a calm head, despite the ruckus we make there. And not even a freezing Ganga can deter me from jumping into the water at least once. My mother has a flat of her own there. Kind of what people call a ‘retirement plan’. For us it is just somewhere with free crashing and cooking facilities. But then with a bunch of 20 year olds who really

for the love of curd!

Now Rishikesh has been a trip jiska hangover aaj tak nahi utra hai....
(thr was no way to express that in english with the complete intent.)

well most bash bro experiences are like that. hangovers never leave you alone... they will stay, forever, and you know that any new entrant in the group will first get a complete synopsis (stress on the oxymoron) of what happened in rishikesh (and before that in jaipur. ) ultimately its all andy's fault... special note, i will take no blame on myself.
Prologue:
We all need a break,
We have to, have to, go somewhere, where we can just enjoy...
We need to come back in 2 days, as pokey has sneaked out to travel with us, thus thr shall be no piks coming in this one

main story:
therefore we leave for rishikesh on an evening bus .....oh i almost forgot....to be contd.


prologue part II
andy has not packed yet, its all Aparna's fault. she had taken his responsibility. he buys liquor...ample,... rum...the good old old monk, so Aparna has to go to andy's place and make him pack. he packs pell mell. almost.... with the rum being carefully alligned not to break in the back pack. a pissed bonny, a curious adi, and two pizza slices later we go off. find an auto and laugh all the wat

main story contd. ...
hmmm so we leave on an evening bus where andy is getting desperate to either sleep or smoke, whichever possible earlier. and ofcourse we are all chips hungry.
reach rishikesh in rge middle of the night, reach to the room and start drinking.... oh it was fun, and no one got drunk.

i guess i should leave it, right here...too much to write too little patience

backward trail

this blog seems to go backwards... i started with the latest adventure n i have to go backwards... well introduction to the assholes has already happenned on my other blog "wishes" so u may read it there...im not bothering to copy paste that link to this blog....



i am named fatmosphere...but also have been appreciated for the god gifted ability to be the softest cushion ever....

that is really well used by all of them.....specially the bounce back factor...ive been hit by the football square on where it shouldnt have hit...no apologies came through. ive been hit by a wet shirt...

people just plain jump on me coz i seem to be a good mattress and a block to a hit on a hard surface. then ofcourse im a good biting surface...i have learnt a lesson....bite back before u get bitten...and i have to have to do something about my ticklish properties. its an amazing weapon for my friends. they just pin me down and tickle me.... for pete's sake.....save me!

its strange wen u keep hearing about a certain person on and off and u really get curious about that guy and want to meet him. so much so that u feel as if u know this person and he is a long lost friend. "arjun" be his name....and i have heard, now, about a million anecdotes of all the bulldog games and the morning walks and the mud fights and his tremendous energies on the field... now i really gotta meet him.... its more than due.

new stories coming up...in order of randomness

1. the trip to TSG 2, CP, panchkuyia, gaffar market...and bak...

2. rishikesh special mention to all the harkaten.... dahi chawal and drunk "trust me's"

3. the various expeditions to palika... the plans of counter strike in cp

4. bluff masters... the tarikas of the bash bros

5. the bites and the ball aims

6. the long walks early mornings...

7. sneak out preview

ummm dont wait...laziness has crept into me

of murderers and murderous intents

This post has been long due....

one of those posts where i had to write about the various expeditions of the brothers....
so let's start with the latest one....

One fine sunday morning we all go on a trip downtown, i mean to the posh south delhi nook called Shahpur Jat to find a certain custom made shoe store called "The Shoe Garage" for the great mr bonny bose... and a gang of 6 tries to fit in the car.

so after an eventful car ride we took a walk down the hot sunny road of shahpur jat... to the closed doors of TSG. getting a few of choicest galis... having cigarettes and coke..... and then walking down to the house of a groggy, shocked, and a little dazed Haider Faraz to exchange some anime....

we the poor souls had no idea of what (or rather who) is gonna hit us...

what hit us was a man (funny looking..but that was not supposed to be a surprise considering it is haider's house) with a very strong notion about why women don't smoke in front of him in his sheher... and then of course there went a round of questioning as to why people smoke (gam bhulane ke liye bhai) what topped it all was the fact that rock music comes from the great country called italy, influenced from Mussolini, where rockers break their guitars on stage, and 'white powdery substance' comes out from it, making all the fellow head-bangers bang their heads even more crazily"
i dint know that, and i now am totally against rock considering the fact that it was hitler who publicised it. and of course rock has been the main cause of all the destruction in the world and also might lead to armageddon. oh my god! i was such a misled soul. i just dint know that the rock movement back in the 60's; was a antithesis of what it always portrayed. they were just getting followers, now i am a peace loving, himesh fan and hence forth will try singing only bappi da numbers...."sone nehi, chendi nehi, pyer to mile, arre pyer kerle"


it was then that a certain someone started freaking out, decided it was time to go and search for the eternal soul saving cigarette. and saved haider and consequently andy 'the tampon' Ganguly to also come out. how was i to know that more disaster would befall the poor souls of the unsuspecting brother clan. and hence came a time wen i had to say "shit, im really sorry guys" ...the man stripped!!!

yeah...stripped...i swear to god "stripped" in front of 4 other scared men... no he was not gay nor a nude society member...he was barking mad... ok yeah before u start feeling really sorry for the homophobic men im talking about, he dint go stark naked... i'm sure they would commit suicide there and then if he had. they almost ran off a la jailhouse escape... called us up...more explicit galis to poor aparna...warned haider against other to-be disasters... got into the car and sped back home... while imagining what they might have done in their previous hindu births to deserve this.

following day
1. he was mad (how more obvious)
2. he was a murderer trying to escape the cops
3. thank god we are all alive....

there is a lot to write,.... too little time,

peadophile

no we're not talking about michael jackson kind of peadophilia....
we are talking about a different kind.... a different person, and a different situation.

umm...... there are these bunch of rascals (incase one of them is reading ...i did the mistake of passing on the link...and getting laughed on) who have become very good friends in the last few weeks..... it all started when i decided that instead of getting drunk every night of the puja(like the last year and the year before that) this time, i would get drunk only once..... with people i have met for the first time....and who are both atleast 3 years younger than me....

what followed was a cold night in the pandal, smoking and talking about random shit.... then the superfuzz show and a non drunk smoking bluff party...with two non bluffers sitting next to me....and meeting 3 more anonymous guys.... (younger again)....
so here it was.... on a table - with 6 packs of cigs, one pack of tobacco, 3 pipes, i guess two match boxes, one katori turned ashtray full of water, two packs of cards (or were there 4??)one bowl of dal and some bread....... was this chick and pokey, bonny, tintin, akash, andy, kshitij(or shitij), and adi...playing cards through the night..... cheating and laughing......doing stomach crunches in the morning. and wrestling till the bed decided that it would give up soon......almost getting adi caught coz the chick lost her earring and then accidentally left her skirt on the sofa.....and ofcourse we talked...... there was chai and paranthas that followed....
diwali night (meeting joy...the anti fem, pink floyd guy)....one crazy new years night and then well....rest is history..... i now have an official second home and a semi third home....


SO HERE IS THE BUNCH
Me a.k.a aparna.... the fatty ...who cannot play football but decided to learn it yesterday

FOLLOWED BY the assholes....in order of appearance...

TINTIN: a.k.a TITS...my dearest brother who every body calls "bhencho*" evrytime they wanna have a laugh at me....

PRASID: a.k.a POKEY... who i thought was the sweet obedient neighbourhood boy....till he started calling me bulldozer...umm i have been promoted to being called the roadroller.







1. BONNY: a.k.a. BONes a.k.a. Sharad.. who should be in the guiness book of records for the most broken bones in different bizarre accidents without the use of formula one....with two near death experiences and a crazy hairdo which looks non-gay only when its dirty.PERVERT OF THE FIRST ORDER







2. ANDY : a.k.a the tampon a.k.a whose face looks like a blow job. a.k.a "the pangla andie"(forgive me please...they made me do it i promise...they made me write this....i was about to write all good things about you)...who is the laziest ass i have seen after agomoni banerjee... who cheats the most in almost any game he plays... who has an annoying habit of saying "nuthin!!" and getting a grin on his face (grynch like...the most striking resemblance ever after jim carrey) smokes pipes...oh yeah....and he is photo/homo-phobic SECOND ORDER PERVERT....




3. JOY:... a.k.a tintin A.k.a ganje (namesakes!!) the most sane headed... sweet, guy i have ever met... well he is single and not gay (atleast pretends to be homophobic). plays amazing football and counterstrike. who shrinks (quite literally) at the slightest feminine
   
   touch....was a sight to see when someone flying kissed him (guess who!! no prizes)..who, believe me, actually told the hot models of auto expo to get off the bikes from their "sexy poses" coz they were spoiling the piks of the bikes..INNOCENT ...POOR GUY CANT HELP IT...
   

these guys are anime crazy...have got me.... looking forward to going back home early ..watching futurama...wanting to play football... having beer twice a week.... sneaking out of home or stayinng out till 11..or even staying over.. laughing at all the peversity... being myself.... aah love these "kids" ....i get along with them well.....i guess...or maybe i never grew up myself.... peadophile???