Goes without saying, you need to read The Inspiration before you start on this. You may find it here. I was feeling very cranky here as it was about time to go home. It always happens this way. Nothing then is visible to me. It is just Home sweet home! So, I ended up going home a week before I actually had to. Meeting friends and family was but obvious which was apart from the main reason for going home. That meant quite a few trips to my old office where I can safely say-I have made friends for life. They are true friends and not just ex-colleagues.
As it happens always, I eventually become the reason for a get together since all of them are busy with their typical IT jobs - different projects, different bays, different buildings. Anyways, a grand plan was made by about seven of us to go to Delhi [my ex-office and residence are in Gurgaon] and have some fun after their office. I was game, as always. As it turned out, recession can make ever-ready good-for-nothing ready-to-party office-bunkers turn into mortally-afraid-of-losing-jobs hard working people. Eventually, four of us went. After much debate about the place - we decided to go to Connaught Place [Hell, I am not calling it Indira Chowk, ewww...] Cha Bar was where we headed to after much hustle in parking the car. We went half way through to the top of one of the better buildings of CP - The Statesman House. Here, the Cha Bar is conveniently located inside the Oxford Bookstore. Read books and sip amazing tea and coffee. Nice! We spent some time there and then moved to eat at The Madras Cafe. And this is where all the fun began!
Tanvi, Ruchi, Juhi [my dear Inspiration] and I were walking, talking, having fun and enjoying the Delhi chill! At Madras Cafe, initially, we were a bit apprehensive about having alcohol. It seemed pretty logical since we had flown some pretty decent liquids down our throats at the Cha Bar. I could not resist. Tanvi and Juhi accompanied me by ordering a breezer while I stuck to good ol beer. Nice!!! Rest, as they say is history!
Tanvi suddenly went all quiet and in the next moment burst out laughing. In a way, it made me conscious of the people sitting around and them conscious of us. My Inspiration decided to talk all that she generally would have ranted in 10 days time. Right from cursing the waiter for not getting finger bowls [Do we even have to pay for finger bowls here?] to constantly saying that we would eat Ice Cream soon [till the time I dropped her home]. She just wasn't in a mood to stop. She was Ms. Right. I dare not defy her else she would start reasoning just like a four year old. Among other things, I became the kidnapper that night who seemed to have kidnapped her and had forgotten the way to the hideout. I was a foolish kidnapper who kept circling round the same roundabouts. Tanvi, meanwhile was pensive and deep in thoughts or sleep - I would never know. And of course - we would have ice cream soon. Then came the philosophies of life which I remember discussing often with her in our tea breaks [tea was perhaps something she should have stuck by]. And it was about an hour before her ranting gave way to some meaningful talk [thank God for that - her home was near!]
I mean a breezer actually managed do that! Just a breezer! Woah! I am waiting for the day we have a cock tail party! All said and done - it was great to be back home to the chill - memories etched forever! Miss you guys, miss you Gurgaon, miss you Delhi - I'll be back! :)
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