Although I have been lucky enough to be born with a lanky frame ,seven bottles of beer over the weekend can tamper with the designs of nature.Add to that a wingie with a disproportionate distribution of fatty acids across his torso and you’ll figure out why I have had to do a lot of running over the past few days.This exercise as a matter of fact started a few weeks back when a friend due to repeated requests from his girlfriend finally came to the conclusion that he had a few(actually lots of) extra kilos and it was high time he started doing something about it.So all these factors somehow colluded to offer me enough inspiration to run,and this is one of the good things that has happened to me lately.
Coming back to the tale of a wonderful weekend that I had,Friday witnessed me writing what hopefully will be my last midsemester examinations and thus ended a week of three sleepless nights and three exams.That called for a bit of celebration, a term which somehow has become synonymous with drinking.So we drunk like fish and did few other unmentionable things after that.Golu got the final fellowship call from CMU that night and he deserved it for every bit of all his sterling qualities.Golu ,Electrical Engineering department rank 1, a cgpa of 9.41 and most importantly my next door neighbour since the last two years will then honour CMU with his presence over the next few years before he comes back to India to get married to the lady of his dreams.
Saturday morning and afternoon found me sleeping .Actually all mornings and afternoons find me so.I was pulled out of the bed and taken to another treat where I was forced to drink against all my wishes and pleas .I never mind a drink when it comes to celebrating someone making 10k every month for sitting in a lab ,talking to a probable girlfriend(who surprisingly has Harry Potterish eyes and Hermione Grangerish hair) over Gtalk and pretending to work for a startup company.I had plans of leaving for home that night but a few conspiring wingies interjected to change my plans for another treat at Kolkata on Sunday.
Thus a group of seven left the village for a taste of civilization on the fateful Sunday morning.We were on a treat thrown by two wingies who had pocketed jobs in oil companies with obscene pay packages.So everything that we would spend was promised to be sponsored Our first stop was Flury’s where we had a lot of sundaes whose names I don’t dare to remember.But ofcourse there was the one with little fruit jelly filled balls called juju-babes or so i am tempted to say.Our dear friend Saru meanwhile feasted his eyes on what he confessed was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his lifetime.We followed it with a luncheon of pizzas ,another rare delicacy at our village(besides women that is) and watched RDB sitting in the front row of the theatre.The day ended as usual in another restaurant in the city of joy where I was forced to drink again ,against all my wishes and pleas.And then the group of seven ,sleepy young men ,a few drunk ,treaded their way back to the village.
Thus ended the tale of a weekend and seven beers.
