The Madras Mail

The names in this post have been changed to protect the identity of the person/s involved.

The story revolves around one person, let’s call him Mr.V. Mr.V apparently has a huge problem. He learnt to drink with one Mr.G, who gulps his drinks neat rather than sip like say, Mr.S.

That aside, Mr.V and Mr.G were invited to a party by Mr.S at 10 Downing Street. (No, Mr.S does not know the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, that used to be a classy watering hole, until Mr.V got done with it, after which it ceased to be)

The party had begun by the time Mr.V and Mr.G got there, and I must describe the situation here. It was a small room, low-ceilinged, and was filled with about 20 people. Mr.V had his priorities right and headed straight for the alcohol. One more thing, the jackass that Mr.V is, he came to the party on an empty stomach, and was drinking whisky neat, and since Mr.G also was doing the same thing, he thought he was fine. But what Mr.V did not realize was, is that Mr.G had his head made of f***ing titanium that simply took obscenely large quantities of alcohol and still allowed him to stay sane. But this was not the case with Mr.V. On a normal day, after eating some food, Mr.V could have taken about 5 drinks, gotten high, and returned to normalcy in about half an hour. But no, Mr.V had something close to 7 drinks, that transalates to half a liter of whisky, neat, in a span of one hour, in a low-ceilinged room, with blasting music and complete lack of oxygen.

All was fine till the 7th drink. Now the story proceeds with the recollections of Mr.S and Mr.G as Mr.V was temporarily out of action.

Mr.V passed out, on a table, where two girls, the names are irrelevant, had their drinks. After that Mr.V threw up. Then he had to carried to the car by 6 people, he is pretty heavy apparently, and deposited rather discourteously into the car. Then Mr.S got himself and everyone else banned from the pub due to the antics of Mr.V. Mr.G dragged Mr.V to his house and took the services of one Mr.K to kick Mr.V’s ass. After about two hours, Mr.V was tucked up in bed, smelling like a pig, and wearing clothes he doesn’t remember changing into.

By the time Mr.V woke up the next day, everyone who lived above the Equator, including one Mr.Ko and Mr.Ar, who live in the United States of America, knew in intricate detail on what happened that night, except of course, Mr.V.

And now, Mr.SJ is making fun of Mr.V, this is the last nail in the coffin.

F*** you Gordon Brown !!!!

I’m sitting here at my computer trying to figure out what to write and simultaneously fighting a losing battle with these mosquitoes which have been steadily drinking my blood for the past hour. Anyway, am down to almost 3 months for CAT, haven’t started studying seriously still (in spite of whatever George might say). What I’m hoping for right now is that I somehow get my ass into a good college for my MBA. Two more years of college and then into the wide, wide world. Will probably be the youngest guy ever to join for MBA I guess. Also it kind of feels really weird to be working right now. Am still a teenager for crying out loud. Anyway the whole point of this job thing is that by next year when I join MBA, I’ll have a year of job experience, some contacts in the industry and hopefully (If I work my ass off this year) some good references. Can’t believe that I’m in a situation where I have to think about my future, career and stuff. It still seems like yesterday when VG, SJ, and me used to go after IIT class and do all sorts of crazy stuff. Can’t believe that school life is behind us and that sort of fun can now exist only in our memories and we are now too old to do that kind of shit and get away with it. Koshal and VG are in some land far, far away that is run a by a stupid fucker who gets his kicks out of blowing up countries. SJ is in a godforsaken place in central India that in all probability has cannibals running around with leaves tied around their waists. Montu is probably the only guy whose whole outlook on life has changed and has become a whole different character (no offense intended Montu), in spite of whatever he might say about him still being the same and he is just putting his feelings out in the open more than he used to in school. In spite of all that Montu is still Montu and will always remain Montu. Sundeep, George and me are spending most of our time talking about this kind of stuff and yes, our discussions also venture in what might be said as the unpredictable, scary future.

Wow, things are changing pretty fast. What wouldn’t I give just to be sitting in Doctor’s Mechanics class, getting shouted at by her. VG in all his ’singam’ style messing with his hair. Koshal playing with Sundeep’s cell phone. Sundeep laughing his ass off looking at the antics of Montu and Cali. George and SJ doing god knows what at the last bench.

Hmmm…..

hey all…..now i know how a chicken feels like when it is cooked…..MAN its fuckin HOOOTTTTT !!!!…donno wtf is wrong wid the climate..gettin worse every year….neway…..last week was pretty uneventful…if u dont include the fact that me n sundeep spent 2 days at the passport office….am pretty much spending my time doing stuff that involve minimal physical effort…like movies..books or sleep…..another week has passed in my life where i didnt do anything of value…..lets see what this week holds……

I donno..i was jus sittin at home…simply surfin when i decided to read vg’s blog….was goin thru his entries when i came across one called ‘i wish’…donno….it triggered a lotta emotions in me….reminded of all the fun we had together….the gang of 7….the fuckin trouble we caused..the amount of fun we had…man times were good then..we had no fuckin worry in the world…IIT classes…total freak out sessions….that auto driver tellin vg that he’ll kick his ass whenever he sees him again…foodworld and the stuff we flicked for the heck of it…the culturals we went to where me vg n sj didnt have anything to do but bunked school and roamed the city….the iit classes at school i the night..the extinguishers…the ‘velai’ we used to do….the terrace at school….our fucked up computer science projects…doctor the bitch and george in all his silent manner making her life miserable….george scarin that junior girl out of her wits….vg in all his glory messin with his hair all day….koshal and his shouting at people on the road…sj and his drunken gay shit…sundeep with his ‘zaras’ plans…george and his ‘girlfriends’..montu..do i need to say anything…me n vg on his kinetic roamin the city….vg and his cycle…i miss those times….the fun we had when we jus hung out together and simply whiled away the time talkin abt stuff….i mean me n sundeep went to Mocha yesterday…we were thinkin abt all those times…actually whenever we get together we generally do that….memories are pretty funny na….especially the ones where u had fun like there was no end….they kinda embedd themselves in your brain and fills u with emotions whenever u start thinkin abt thos good old days….jsu hope that all of us get together once in a while….man….life was good….