Um desengate a recordar - parte dois

Time now: 07.30 in the morning on 28th October, 2006. We reach Mekhri Circle and wait there like well! a bunch of tourists. The only difference being that we did not have enough luggage to pass of as tourists... Then started the usual laughing spree and the smart talk among all of us. I guess none of us actually realized that we were standing on one of the busiest circles of Bangalore city.
As time passes by, our man (Read "Abba!") reaches Mekhri Circle, in his "Yo! I am a prosperous version of Eminem and Himesh" clothes. Sweet Money is adamant that she travels with Abba! And in the process Beeks, Teresa and I start looking for an auto. There was one, but the auto driver was sleeping. As we were looking for another auto, Abba! Decides to chuck the idea of taking Sweet Money along with him and he also starts hunting for an auto. After a lot of discussion about whether or not to wake the sleeping driver, (which resulted in a decision to leave him alone) we got onto another auto and reached the famed "Dollar Colony". Yeah yeah! Sweet Money did finally travel with the prosperous man! But all the way she was arguing with our man! At least that is what Teresa could make out.... Rather that is what Teresa said she made out. Oh! and we also happened to see a lane where Beeks had seen a mammoth sized guy beat up a rat sized individual... So much for Equality at times of fight.

We finally reached Dollar Colony, 4th Main , 11th Cross. Guess what we see first, a dog.... A dog which looked rather sad.... (We were later informed that the dog was a vegetarian - by force... :))
We reach the small, compact, well maintained and clean room of the man with prosperity written all over his body. (Actually I am still trying to come up with a good name for him... ! Till then bear with the convoluted statements! ;P)
The room was good with 3 beds set up which we realised were not for the guys, but the girls as pointed out by the fact that we had out room booked in another lodge. We went through the usual bout of morning activities. Once completing that, started the usual round of talk, which evidently went nowhere and most of the times was.. Just because we had to talk.

Then we decided to move and have our breakfast. As we were walking to the place, Sweet Money steps into "Shit". There starts the beautiful conversation about whose shit would that be? I said it was Bull Shit. Sweet Money argues that it is "Cow Shit", reason being, Bulls don't roam about freely, but Cows do. So more probability of it being Cow Shit. (Logic rules!). The kid chips in with his bit... It is "Dog Shit" As that area was full of Dogs and no Cows or Bulls were seen around.... After all this "Smelly" talk, we went to the Tiffin Center and had a typical Bangalorian breakfast... Idly, Vada, masala Dosa, with that little bit of Butter on top of it! :D
Once we got back home we started talking again....
In the process of all this talk we got to know about a very "Hot, Seductive, Saucy" Bangalore babe, who happened to Well! Seduce the Kid (I decided to call the Prosperous, man - a kid, for he was the youngest amongst us all. I know what most of you are thinking now... Abba!)
The kid did get seduced over a lot of drinks, details of which can be had offline. All I would say is... People Just be careful when you visit 'Haze' with a girl whose name has anything to do with the biggest Casanova the world has ever seen (Which would be Lord Krishna!)

While all this discussion was happening there was one man who was slowly but surely showing his true colours of being a LAZY ASS. Beeks was acting like he was interested in all the non-sensical conversation we were having. But truly he was more interested in the bed and the blanket. After a lot of deliberation we decided that it was time to move our asses. Because as the Kid rightfully pointed out that if we stayed at home all day, then we would be "THE GUYS WHO SPENT CLOST TO A GRAND EACH AND TRAVELLED TO BANGALORE TO SLEEP". I decided I really did not want to be braded so. This led to me making sure Beeks got up and we went to our room, which was booked in a place called "Food Bay". Nice place, Cozy room, small but good enough. Had a TV (Not like we watched a lot of it... But yeah we did catch Sharapova and Huntuchova playing each other. Good use of TV I must say!)
Once we got fresh we reached the Kid's place around 12... On reaching we experienced the perennial confusion everyone experiences when, he lands up in a city not knowing what to do and with a fair amount of time on his hands. We decided to think about the places we should go to on that day. After a lot of thought we narrowed down on going to Indie Joe's for lunch and TGIF for drinks, which we would then follow up with a trip to Brigades.
Plan in place we decided the mode of transport would be a Call Taxi as that would make sure all of us are together. On trying like a million numbers, we got hold of one guy, who was ready to reach the place we were in about 15 minutes.

Here come the Call Taxi, there we board it and start on our way to TGIF. Btw if you are wondering why only TGIF and no other pub... that is because Sweet Money wanted to have "LONG ISLAND TEA"(Ultimate/Regular is still a debate). We reach Indie Joe's and realize that there is no place in there. But also that Happy hours in TGIF were not due for another hour or so and that we were hungry and wanted to have lunch.... We decided to have food in TGIF.

Ok people now is when Mother Teresa starts her UNMOTHERLY activities, so please pay attention... On reaching TGIF we start to order food... and there came Fried Mozzarella (Which was good) and Chicken soup (Which tasted more like Sambar with Chicken in it) and Chicken fingers (there were 3 pieces... rather morsels of chicken). But food is food and time had to be passed and so we ended up ordering for another Fried Mozzarella. We were just about to finish it when the Bell Rang.
The Bell the kid had been waiting for. You could almost see the tinkle in his eyes. His lips which were crooked all this while started to straighten out... he was visible happy. Pat came the call for the bartender.... happy hours meant 1 drink+1 more at the price of 1.
One ULTIMATE LONG ISLAND TEA (Which had Bacardi, Smirnoff, Ginger green in it)
One Pinkish looking drink (Which I forgot the name of :P Sorry Beeks)
One Bacardi large.

Arrive the ULTIMATE LONG ISLAND TEA and Sweet Money gets the shock of her life... The glass was the size of 5 normal glasses. And one look at the glass and her face told me that she will never be able to drink any of it. She had I guess 3 sips of it when she decided that she will not have any more of it. In the mean time the kid was happily enjoying his drink. Intermittently having a tiff with Sweet Money, but all in good humour. Teresa and Beeks were having their Pinkish drink. As time went through and I was slowly having my Long Island Tea, Teresa, Beeks and Money decided to finish the other Iced Tea together. In the Process Beeks ka Dharam Brashth hogaya. As he had decided to stop the intake of alcohol... The Iced tea made its way into the systems of Sweet Money (about 5%), Teresa (about 30%), Beeks (63%). 1% was already sipped by Sweet money.

After this the Kid decided he wanted more of it and so ordered for 2 small ABSOLUT Vodkas...
One for the Kid, One for Beeks, One for me and one common pool. As soon as the drinks arrived, the kid made the statement which would be the defining moment of the whole trip... He told Teresa "You have to make this trip memorable". Heaven knows what struck Teresa and she GULPED DOWN the whole of the Vodka in one quick swift motion. More like the Hindi Film Heroes who are very very depressed and drink to get their frustrations out and take all the booze in quick gulps...
1.Beeks was surprised
2.I was taken aback
3.Sweet Money did not quite understand the intensity of what had just happened
4.The kid was busy in his own world, but was appreciate of the courage Teresa had just showcased....

Silly talk all around, the bill is asked for, close to 4 grand. Once done with that we get into the cab to reach Brigades... The Cab reaches Domlur and I realise that Sweet Money is sitting in a rather funny position, which did not leave me much space to sit. Reason was that Teresa was sitting like she was on a couch which was wholly owned by her... We reach Trinity circle and Beeks makes a passing comment that Teresa's breath doesn't smell too good... Actually none of our breaths smelt good... really! But Sweet Money decides to check it out for herself and so smells Teresa's breath and the instinctive action which followed this event will be best demonstrated by Beeks....
We finally reach Brigades, with Sweet Money slipping down on the seat once of often and my one butt dangling in the air....

I have a major issue to debug.... Life of a Software Engineer... That should be a separate blog topic... So I shall try and continue this tomorrow..... Sorry about the abrupt stop...