A Saint and his Bubblygoofing Friends in Hyderabad
Quite difficult to imagine that it could actually happen. A meeting of the 6, the illustrious sextet, referred to by the masses as the 4th wing gumbal. Needless to say it turns out it did happen and even more needless to say, it was a blast!
The meeting was chalked up and tickets were booked. Plans were made and remade. Certain wellwishers tried to convince yours truly to even indulge in such blasphemous activities as consumption of alcohol. But a Saint never gives in to temptation (unless he wants to , of course. But He didnt).
Who the fuck is the Saint?
Please no obscenities. Not good for your karma and nirvana and stuff like that. By the way, the Saint : its me.
Sanjeev
Sanjeev Vaidyanathan
Sanjeev Helmet Vaidyanathan
Sanjeev Helmet Pirlo Vaidyanathan
Saint Sanjeev Helmet Pirlo Vaidyanathan
That's me. Right after the rain dance of but a week ago, which would by itself would make an entertaining post , what with so much water and booze and food and dance and babes ;). I dont remember too much details of that day, except that I danced as if my butt was on fire and was quite drunk (sic on quite) and I hugged a lot of people as is my drunken idiosyncrasy. And perhaps most importantly for me, I got some good pics to show it off...:D.
But thats the past. For now His Holiness Saint Sanjeev H P V shall never touch any alcohol. His Holiness shall not cut his hair (til he wishes). He shall not cut his fingernails (til he wishes). He never reads books or has any such bad habits (til he wishes). Perhaps I should have added 'til he wishes' for the first sentence as well; would make the whole 'keeping-the-resolution' thing much easier...
Anyways more about the Hyd trip. It all started with the Bangalore-Secundarabad train which harboured Tho and I on Friday. The train journey was largely uneventful except for a pair of good looking girls. Now would be a good time to explain the meaning of this stupid sounding yet highly addictive word: Bubblygoofing. Bubblygoofing is a highly scientific term to describe the activities of the male of the species when he goes in search of or even looks with much admiration at a specimen of the fairer sex. Efforts are on to characterise a similar term called Buntygoofing...
Saturday was spent at Tho's house and later on lunch. Batman begun afterwards and I thought the movie was quite interesting. Dasan Effect did strike most of us unsuspecting innocents after the heavy lunch. Yes yes it was the lunch only...I think...
Anyways, the better (or was it worse) part of saturday was spent in a building called the Lifestyle building. For want of a better way to explain the whole situation and because it would be morbidly boring to go into the exact details, save Goda et I, the other drowned themselves in booze and were as drunk as ... as ... as Lala? Well, almost.Even Senti got drunk! Tho and Metro were inseparable as they blabbered gooblygook to glory and Das, well he pretty much did nothing 'cause he was so OUT. It was quite funny, humourous. For once the newly rechristened Saint found himself on the other side of the alcoholically handicapped. Lets just say that Carrot, Hyd will probably not let 4thwing in again...*phew*
Sunday was spent touring the 10,000 crore Ramoji Film City which was quite nice though expensive. The highlight of the whole thing was unarguably the Bumping Cars in which we ganged up on poor Tho. Hah, how grown up are we! Just love it! We even went around taking "creative" pics of everything and anything. Some of us also indulged in bubblygoofing. Of course, the Saint can never do anything such frivolous. Yes , and the Saint also is the epitome of humility and never lies.
As time came to part, Dasan and I met up with two friends, Gayatri and Diya. One who just works too much and loves mallu roomies and the other... the other just claims that she never drinks and enjoys museums. She works too...sometimes. Unfortunately our short rendezvous was cut short 'cause I had a bus to catch which inevitably turned out to be a hour and a half late.
To top it all off, today morning I alighted from the bus at a point which turned out to be almost the furthermost point from HSR and ended up parting with a hundred to a rather like-I-give-a-shit-about-your-stupidity auto driver.
Ah good times! Amazing experience. So much fun. And so much money spent!
After all "We're in 4th year da!"
The meeting was chalked up and tickets were booked. Plans were made and remade. Certain wellwishers tried to convince yours truly to even indulge in such blasphemous activities as consumption of alcohol. But a Saint never gives in to temptation (unless he wants to , of course. But He didnt).
Who the fuck is the Saint?
Please no obscenities. Not good for your karma and nirvana and stuff like that. By the way, the Saint : its me.
Sanjeev
Sanjeev Vaidyanathan
Sanjeev Helmet Vaidyanathan
Sanjeev Helmet Pirlo Vaidyanathan
Saint Sanjeev Helmet Pirlo Vaidyanathan
That's me. Right after the rain dance of but a week ago, which would by itself would make an entertaining post , what with so much water and booze and food and dance and babes ;). I dont remember too much details of that day, except that I danced as if my butt was on fire and was quite drunk (sic on quite) and I hugged a lot of people as is my drunken idiosyncrasy. And perhaps most importantly for me, I got some good pics to show it off...:D.
But thats the past. For now His Holiness Saint Sanjeev H P V shall never touch any alcohol. His Holiness shall not cut his hair (til he wishes). He shall not cut his fingernails (til he wishes). He never reads books or has any such bad habits (til he wishes). Perhaps I should have added 'til he wishes' for the first sentence as well; would make the whole 'keeping-the-resolution' thing much easier...
Anyways more about the Hyd trip. It all started with the Bangalore-Secundarabad train which harboured Tho and I on Friday. The train journey was largely uneventful except for a pair of good looking girls. Now would be a good time to explain the meaning of this stupid sounding yet highly addictive word: Bubblygoofing. Bubblygoofing is a highly scientific term to describe the activities of the male of the species when he goes in search of or even looks with much admiration at a specimen of the fairer sex. Efforts are on to characterise a similar term called Buntygoofing...
Saturday was spent at Tho's house and later on lunch. Batman begun afterwards and I thought the movie was quite interesting. Dasan Effect did strike most of us unsuspecting innocents after the heavy lunch. Yes yes it was the lunch only...I think...
Anyways, the better (or was it worse) part of saturday was spent in a building called the Lifestyle building. For want of a better way to explain the whole situation and because it would be morbidly boring to go into the exact details, save Goda et I, the other drowned themselves in booze and were as drunk as ... as ... as Lala? Well, almost.Even Senti got drunk! Tho and Metro were inseparable as they blabbered gooblygook to glory and Das, well he pretty much did nothing 'cause he was so OUT. It was quite funny, humourous. For once the newly rechristened Saint found himself on the other side of the alcoholically handicapped. Lets just say that Carrot, Hyd will probably not let 4thwing in again...*phew*
Sunday was spent touring the 10,000 crore Ramoji Film City which was quite nice though expensive. The highlight of the whole thing was unarguably the Bumping Cars in which we ganged up on poor Tho. Hah, how grown up are we! Just love it! We even went around taking "creative" pics of everything and anything. Some of us also indulged in bubblygoofing. Of course, the Saint can never do anything such frivolous. Yes , and the Saint also is the epitome of humility and never lies.
As time came to part, Dasan and I met up with two friends, Gayatri and Diya. One who just works too much and loves mallu roomies and the other... the other just claims that she never drinks and enjoys museums. She works too...sometimes. Unfortunately our short rendezvous was cut short 'cause I had a bus to catch which inevitably turned out to be a hour and a half late.
To top it all off, today morning I alighted from the bus at a point which turned out to be almost the furthermost point from HSR and ended up parting with a hundred to a rather like-I-give-a-shit-about-your-stupidity auto driver.
Ah good times! Amazing experience. So much fun. And so much money spent!
After all "We're in 4th year da!"
Comments
No more carrots in fourth year...
And Bhaand, Pirlo is a footballer, for AC Milan, who plays almost as good as me. (GOD actually). Wokay?
why does his name come here is my question...
we should've gone to lakadikapul and had dinner.. that way we could've stayed for longer.. this is why u should listen to me!
Gayatri
Gayatri's roomie walked out on her with the curtains. Who bought the curtains is still uncertain though.
And ya di, we should have listened to you. Stupid Sharma Travels #$%#%@#...
@Bof: Total image damage :(...*hmph*