A blind man, sleeper and a threesome

A blind man, sleeper and three men
-The story of our New Year Celebrations

As usual, the modus operandi for inviting our new year has been almost the same since a decade. The plans first get pitched a week earlier and then get comfortably are forgotten. Then on the day before the new year, the phones start ringing ominously; with calls being made frantically to all and sundry to chalk a plan for the new year bash! And the finally at the nick(‘nick’ of salaam namaste fame) of the time; someone turns in and the part gets underway.

This time it was not, in anyway different. 5 men[or boys] decided that we will be having to usher in the new year with renewed vigor. Tarun Gandhi(not in anyways related to the famed M.K.Gandhi), Shashank Choudary[phoren returned, dollars jingling], Suman Karthik[the hair grower and our friendly neighbourhood monster], Rajashekhar[the feminist movement supporter and worrier of rangolis] and Poorna[quintessential nice guy] got together for the bash. First it started off with playing gully cricket in that famous pitch of ours — the road before Suman’s place. Time : 9.45pm

Cork ball was to make its debut here, but due to its color and the lack of any bright lights all around, and the astute observation made by Mr.Gandhi regarding the ball not being kookaburra(the albino cousin of the cork), the ball was ditched. Luck favored the yellow tennis ball and got the chance to be whipped by us all. Sadly it didnt stay yellow for long and got lost in the darkness owing to a powerful, aggressive shot by Mr.Suman. Time:10:30pm

Idle time was spent by Sum, Raj and Poor discussing about the quasi-physical properties of the photonic allegories between quantum curves and singular blackholes [crap actually] while Mr.Gandhi and Mr.Chou were off to buy some balls. They returned victorious after a half-an-hour or so, with one yellow and one orange rubber ball; which assured they wont get wet and dirty[the operative keyword is ‘rubber’. he he he].

Much cricket was played in the meantime and later; with hundreds of calls and words of caution from Raj gyaaning us about the Rangoli festival as was New Year called (with Sankranti being the other Rangoli festival). Poor has essentially turned quasi blind as was evident from the squinting and bitching done about the bad light conditions. But as they say, “In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is the king” and Mr.Poor emerged the match winner in the series. [importantly, the first & the last matches].

The story gets spicy here on. With it planned that a movie shall be watched after the departure of Raj for prepping up for his impending GRE, the foursome[stop thinking dirty], started watching the Korean(sic) movie ‘My Sassy Girl’ again(except for Shash), with English subtitles. However, the sleeping hunk that Shash is, slept by the end of the movie. The record continues and the end is nowhere in sight. Way to go Shash!

And with the movie ‘Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind’ being stopped midway in favor of sleep, the remaining three resigned to some peaceful sleep till 11AM of the next morning.

That my friends is the story of *our* new year bash!