christmas of 2006

It’s NOT the Kill; it’s the Thrill of the Chase. And what a thrill we had in that momentous four days, Christmas of 2006. Night outs became a norm, sleeping was a sin, gambling and trying to get lucky with girls on the streets of Vegas became regular chores and poker was our religion for those three nights. If there was nothing to do, then we drove around like zombies. Even the bedouins of Sahara would have been overwhelmed by our vagabond attitude. Amlan (the Pimp), Anas (the Nice Guy, surprisingly), Suhodh (the Daddy) and me. We made an awesome foursome. While three of us incessantly talked and reminisced the good ole days of college and indulged in every whim we could possibly think, the Daddy used his ass to do all the talking, farting his way to glory, soiling every nook and corner of that Pontiac we rented.

Salt Lake City (SLC). That’s where we were supposed to spend this long weekend, supposedly skiing and relaxing in some idyllic surroundings, kind of a retreat from the “grueling” ( read boring) year that was 2006. A reunion of sort for Anas, Amlan and me, all from the Great IIT Kharagpur 2002 batch. The batch of Lallu-Patel fiasco, the batch with most election-time violence, the batch which threw shoes at random girls, the batch which made sure there was no more soap box in hostels, the batch which played hide and seek and that quintessial 29 in the main library as a part of community service punishment that was bestowed on us. With NO due respect to all past and future batches since 2002, The Best Damn Batch at KGP, the batch which Rocked.

Yes, Salt Lake City. I guess Amlan is doing something called PhD there, didn’t seem like it though. All the time, either he was driving us around or was found scratching his balls. If he was not doing either of these things, the former which we appreciated, the later we didn’t care about, he was involved in some random act of debauchery and lechery. This dude is God when it comes to hooking up. What a turn-around I have seen in him. A hardcore Baapee, who now knows French, and uses it with utmost panache, on the streets of Vegas, to get hugs and kisses from big breasted hot white damsels, what else you would call that guy? And think of it, he wrote JEE in Bengali!!!!

From Columbus, Ohio to SLC, Utah. Took me sixteen hours to reach. And no, I was not driving. Because of heavy snow, Denver airport was closed. All over the country, the flights were delayed ad-infinitum. I was stuck in Chicago for more than twelve hours. The lobbies were jam packed. Did all kind things to kill time. At one time, one member of opposite sex came over and complemented me on the book that I was reading ( Age of Reason, I guess) and like a true KGP “frust despo” junta, I saw this an opportunity to have sex and made some initial maneuvers but my advances were nipped right in the bud. Shouldn’t have tried actually, not when someone complements on a book like “Age of Reason”. Other than this, most of the other stuff that happened is not worth the mention, except probably the “State of Art” restroom which did almost everything except you know what, that voluntary pushhhh that has to come from you. I don’t want to gross everyone about it so let’s forget it for now.

... to be continued ... ( when Amlan got drunk and decided to gamble ... "hit me, hit me" episode with black jack game, and "Andy, you do the talking, you are better in negotiating ..." and much more ...)