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Feb 15, 2011
Feb 5, 2011
9-1-11 - A JINXED DAY IN LIFE
Author: Kush ; Editor: Viraj; Custom Designer: Pratik
A night before 9-1-11... (i.e. 8-1-11)
Courtesy: Unripe idiots of d great M.D.Bhatia school….They are regarded as quick decision makers, setting aside all the well established management principles, a disastrous camping plan is in the making with a PROBABLE and a POTENTIAL one night stay. Viraj, Karan, Harshil, Kishan, Abhijit and I gather at TERRACE (the starting point) to plan a 2 days, 1 night trip @ Badlapur. Abhijit adamantly convinced us that, it is a very good place and if we don’t get a place to stay, we may venture out to dams (BARVE DAM 2 b specific), sheilu and other interesting places which will be fun. After a healthy discussion, Viraj, Karan, Harshil, Abhijit and I are in for the plan. After a convincing 25 attempts, Viraj finally manages Kunal in the whacky plan with the condition that he is in just for a day. And no night stay recommended for him. After hard n dedicated tries, we finally give up on Kishan and let him free (must say a lucky guy, managed 2 escape so well)
OUR TRYST WITH ADVENTURE:
Excited about the plan I, Viraj, Kunal, Abhijit and Karan (who was supposed to join in the plan at a latter point of time after his classes) manage to board a 7.20 train…all set to rock Badlapur with all bags packed…shoes n pullovers pulled and enjoying d morning sunshine. We idiots finally reach our destination Badlapur in a bit chilling winter morning, Just to see a magnificent MMRDA sky walk- the only interesting thing that came to my notice in the entire Badlapur terrain (irrespective of d false claims made by Abhijit)….Hunger struck , we enter a nearby restaurant to have dosas and idlis (phew! I must say waking up so early n travelling all the way to Badlapur just to have dosas is not at all worth). Further all set, we four get hold of an auto accompanied by other passengers and travelled all the way 15-20 kms in the interior to reach much spoken Barve dam and further a journey of approx 3-4 km had to be made without any mode of transport. At this point, time read 11:00 a.m. with hot baking sun above. So a question to myself, exactly is this what we meant by trekking? (A 4 km walk 2 the resort). Hoping for some real water pool n water slides fun (that’s what a normal person would think when “Evergreen resort” word came across), We four toil the 4 km stretch like hunters and listening to the famous song of greenday ‘I walk alone on d empty streets on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams’. In the process, we almost lost the hope of any kind of resort in a village, where we were roaming like eccentrics, but just then we have something called as Green view resort. I and Viraj barge in just to cite few bunch of drunkards with bottles of whisky’s n vodka’s n nothing mor interesting….Exchanging a disgusting look I n Viraj head towards the reception (Pls note reception here means a small room with a table and an old unshaved man). Luckily the resort was occupied, I repeat “luckily” and we took help of the dirty old man to get going for our so hyped Evergreen resort.
Further few miles later, a moment of rejoice -a small dust clad hoarding, hanging on a tree speaking “Evergreen resort” …cheers n roar, high on spirits and hope, we finally reach the resort.
EVERGREEN RESORT:
Crashing all the daylong aspirations and the imaginary world, we entered Evergreen Resort. Better I Say, we did not enter Evergreen Resort, in fact we entered into REALITY or should I say I entered into reality. No signs of any human or any creature for that purpose the place seemed to be vacant, deserted and unoccupied from the birth of mankind. Indifferent by such a sight, Abhijit and others sneak in and wait at the entrance waiting for someone to welcome us (Heights of over expectations…LOL). Shocked to see someone at the resort, two ladies call a concerned person to answer us! The person - a typical Maharashtrian chap with a look of great shock and question mark on his face, questions us, “Why have you come here? And why only 4 people” (in his mind he meant that u all must be definitely some morons to have landed up in such an area…but actually he was testing our so called Well planners and their tremendous plan of an adventure trip! A big LOL!) Further a lucrative quote of 650 rupees per person, the non happening wearisome surrounding and the in the absence of some great entertainers - Nishant (daddy of the group), Kishan, Jay n others (all cheap dancers) seemed lame. After a discussion, I and Viraj arrive at a consensus and convince the rest two to chuck the much exaggerated plan. A decision taken in great harmony and cooperation (a bit of sarcasm in the statement). On the other end our buddy Karan waiting at Badlapur station on our instructions, came to know about the massacre decision taken by us. So now all he had to do is just sit idle at the station till the time we cut through the whole process in reverse order and reach Badlapur railway station. (Poor boy empathies to him...God save us from his temper when we come across)
While retreating, I must confess the return journey of 3 kms with the feeling of growing melancholy and sorrow was damn tiresome and can really be termed as a trek. But in the meantime another disastrous plan was ready...
Another brave attempt to save the day:
It was 12 in the noon when we decided to try and refresh ourselves at nearest location i.e. Thane and a quiet obvious choice was Tiku-ji-ni-wadi (relying on Kunal’s statement that the fare is reduced to half, if we enter after 2). Another man-made illusion. At around 1:00, everyone tired, lame and not in any mood; we meet our hommie – Karan. Karan Sutarwala, a psychopath, who roasted our head and mindfucked us in this situation with his irritational chit chatting. With an unexpected happy-go-lucky behavior he greets us (not being frustrated at all after waiting so long..Yea tats Karan). Soon, we board a train back to Thane. The rest journey of the day was a total mindfucking experience all because of the above mentioned guy. All of us had reached a saturation point where the brains had stopped working and needed a nap to get over the depressing feeling of returning home without doing anything. But karan didn’t allow us to blink the eye even for a second. (For ex: Slapping n smashing me while I was trying to have a nap). We get down at Thane station with our baggages (the most sorrowful feeling one can ever get looking at their respective bags packed with all d essentials n packs of cards for outstation trip- no use of such things) walk n walk just to have ‘pushpa vihar vada pavs’ adjacent to station. Finally, we reach our destination just to know that the entry rates are Rs. 370 per person and the time was already 3:00 while, the exit time was 6. Desperate to have some fun clad experience, I insist on spending 370 bucks and get a dip in water, but then Viraj and people made me accept the reality of it being unreasonable. We were literally cursed on this day. Not at all tired of travelling Karan has a strong desire and urge to go to Nariman Point and left no stones unturned to convince and drag every1 to Nariman Point. (I would like to use euphemism, Nariman point, a minimum 1.5 hour travel ONLY from where we were). Thank GOD! the plan didn’t turn into reality inspite of the enthusiasm and libido shown by Abhijit and a neutral stand taken by Kunal. We finally move on from Tiku-ji-ni-wadi…phew!
The WORST was yet to come:
The 3 great planners Viraj, Karan and Abhijit went ahead to some nearby multiplex to catch a movie, NO1 KILLED JESSICA. We soon followed and reached in a nick of time only to get a FIRST ROW ticket on such a day! (That’s what I call a nightmare come true). 10 minutes passed, I and Viraj decide to break the fucking laws and catch a backside vacant seat. The other 3 cowards follow our footsteps after some time. Till the interval, poor Jessica fails to woo us. The only thing that kept us alive during the entire movie was the fact that Viraj had heard – “a smooching scene of two leading ladies in the movie”. Movie continues…we get a hang of it, the movie finally succeed in catching our interest too (Oh c’mon no smooching, the script got hold of our attention). Finally some point of interest in the entire day. But Viraj was still waiting to get a glimpse of the kiss. The movie ends and poor Viraj disheartened by the reality, accepts the ugly truth (as I say- d truth is always ugly).
Exit the movie, 7:00 pm, the melancholy growing more and more and takes a toll on us as the day proceeds and we make a dinner plan. Astonishingly, A legendary moment of rejoice at this point of time – our target 4 the day : A child having a jumping jack experience at the entrance of the mall .The child crying and screaming, because his hands were tied to rope and made to jump mechanically by a 15x15 air balloon bounce and jump section. He was actually made to jump 7 m from the ground. Seeing this I pass the comment, “Go child go, Sky is your limit. No don’t stop” and we were literally ready to pay the vendor 100 bucks more to keep the jumping jacks on and rise him more and more irrespective of his cribbing about it and everyone breaks into laughter, seeing the helplessness of child and the timing of the joke.
That’s it moment vanishes and we enter pizza hut. An appropriate song which suits us rings - The catalyst. The lyrics goes as “God bless us everyone...We are broken people living under loaded guns...It can’t be outdone...It can’t be outmatched...It can’t b outrun…Noooo”
As we do away with boring pizzas and left half hungry, we make our way back home at 8 in the evening. Least, we had to wait at the railways station as trains were running 35-40 minutes late. This was the perfect end to our 9-1-11.
Really wish had some carousel to carry us and our luggage to our home sweet home. Horrified by the thought of answering all the heavy embarrassing questions by everybody as to…’what happened why did you turn up so early..bla…bla..bla..’ Finally at this point of time we realize that we are cursed and discover our bad luck and felt as if some witch had cast an evil spell on us and term the day 9-1-11 as the most jinxed day. I swear to God, not to venture on this day henceforth. What a terrible start to 2011…!!! God knows what’s in store for us ahead!
How excited can one be imagining a camping trek miles away4m d city, freed 4m all the worries and tensions of normal routine life in the amazing company of childhood mates. That can b a real adventure 4 any ‘non-cursed/non-jinxed person’. But what happens when all the things go wrong? When the bad turns on you? When your plans unravel 4 a break down and nightmare turns true, then I suggest check out the date guyz, perhaps the day would be 9/1/11 rather than so famous 9/11...
A night before 9-1-11... (i.e. 8-1-11)
Courtesy: Unripe idiots of d great M.D.Bhatia school….They are regarded as quick decision makers, setting aside all the well established management principles, a disastrous camping plan is in the making with a PROBABLE and a POTENTIAL one night stay. Viraj, Karan, Harshil, Kishan, Abhijit and I gather at TERRACE (the starting point) to plan a 2 days, 1 night trip @ Badlapur. Abhijit adamantly convinced us that, it is a very good place and if we don’t get a place to stay, we may venture out to dams (BARVE DAM 2 b specific), sheilu and other interesting places which will be fun. After a healthy discussion, Viraj, Karan, Harshil, Abhijit and I are in for the plan. After a convincing 25 attempts, Viraj finally manages Kunal in the whacky plan with the condition that he is in just for a day. And no night stay recommended for him. After hard n dedicated tries, we finally give up on Kishan and let him free (must say a lucky guy, managed 2 escape so well)
OUR TRYST WITH ADVENTURE:
Excited about the plan I, Viraj, Kunal, Abhijit and Karan (who was supposed to join in the plan at a latter point of time after his classes) manage to board a 7.20 train…all set to rock Badlapur with all bags packed…shoes n pullovers pulled and enjoying d morning sunshine. We idiots finally reach our destination Badlapur in a bit chilling winter morning, Just to see a magnificent MMRDA sky walk- the only interesting thing that came to my notice in the entire Badlapur terrain (irrespective of d false claims made by Abhijit)….Hunger struck , we enter a nearby restaurant to have dosas and idlis (phew! I must say waking up so early n travelling all the way to Badlapur just to have dosas is not at all worth). Further all set, we four get hold of an auto accompanied by other passengers and travelled all the way 15-20 kms in the interior to reach much spoken Barve dam and further a journey of approx 3-4 km had to be made without any mode of transport. At this point, time read 11:00 a.m. with hot baking sun above. So a question to myself, exactly is this what we meant by trekking? (A 4 km walk 2 the resort). Hoping for some real water pool n water slides fun (that’s what a normal person would think when “Evergreen resort” word came across), We four toil the 4 km stretch like hunters and listening to the famous song of greenday ‘I walk alone on d empty streets on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams’. In the process, we almost lost the hope of any kind of resort in a village, where we were roaming like eccentrics, but just then we have something called as Green view resort. I and Viraj barge in just to cite few bunch of drunkards with bottles of whisky’s n vodka’s n nothing mor interesting….Exchanging a disgusting look I n Viraj head towards the reception (Pls note reception here means a small room with a table and an old unshaved man). Luckily the resort was occupied, I repeat “luckily” and we took help of the dirty old man to get going for our so hyped Evergreen resort.
Further few miles later, a moment of rejoice -a small dust clad hoarding, hanging on a tree speaking “Evergreen resort” …cheers n roar, high on spirits and hope, we finally reach the resort.
EVERGREEN RESORT:
Crashing all the daylong aspirations and the imaginary world, we entered Evergreen Resort. Better I Say, we did not enter Evergreen Resort, in fact we entered into REALITY or should I say I entered into reality. No signs of any human or any creature for that purpose the place seemed to be vacant, deserted and unoccupied from the birth of mankind. Indifferent by such a sight, Abhijit and others sneak in and wait at the entrance waiting for someone to welcome us (Heights of over expectations…LOL). Shocked to see someone at the resort, two ladies call a concerned person to answer us! The person - a typical Maharashtrian chap with a look of great shock and question mark on his face, questions us, “Why have you come here? And why only 4 people” (in his mind he meant that u all must be definitely some morons to have landed up in such an area…but actually he was testing our so called Well planners and their tremendous plan of an adventure trip! A big LOL!) Further a lucrative quote of 650 rupees per person, the non happening wearisome surrounding and the in the absence of some great entertainers - Nishant (daddy of the group), Kishan, Jay n others (all cheap dancers) seemed lame. After a discussion, I and Viraj arrive at a consensus and convince the rest two to chuck the much exaggerated plan. A decision taken in great harmony and cooperation (a bit of sarcasm in the statement). On the other end our buddy Karan waiting at Badlapur station on our instructions, came to know about the massacre decision taken by us. So now all he had to do is just sit idle at the station till the time we cut through the whole process in reverse order and reach Badlapur railway station. (Poor boy empathies to him...God save us from his temper when we come across)
While retreating, I must confess the return journey of 3 kms with the feeling of growing melancholy and sorrow was damn tiresome and can really be termed as a trek. But in the meantime another disastrous plan was ready...
Another brave attempt to save the day:
It was 12 in the noon when we decided to try and refresh ourselves at nearest location i.e. Thane and a quiet obvious choice was Tiku-ji-ni-wadi (relying on Kunal’s statement that the fare is reduced to half, if we enter after 2). Another man-made illusion. At around 1:00, everyone tired, lame and not in any mood; we meet our hommie – Karan. Karan Sutarwala, a psychopath, who roasted our head and mindfucked us in this situation with his irritational chit chatting. With an unexpected happy-go-lucky behavior he greets us (not being frustrated at all after waiting so long..Yea tats Karan). Soon, we board a train back to Thane. The rest journey of the day was a total mindfucking experience all because of the above mentioned guy. All of us had reached a saturation point where the brains had stopped working and needed a nap to get over the depressing feeling of returning home without doing anything. But karan didn’t allow us to blink the eye even for a second. (For ex: Slapping n smashing me while I was trying to have a nap). We get down at Thane station with our baggages (the most sorrowful feeling one can ever get looking at their respective bags packed with all d essentials n packs of cards for outstation trip- no use of such things) walk n walk just to have ‘pushpa vihar vada pavs’ adjacent to station. Finally, we reach our destination just to know that the entry rates are Rs. 370 per person and the time was already 3:00 while, the exit time was 6. Desperate to have some fun clad experience, I insist on spending 370 bucks and get a dip in water, but then Viraj and people made me accept the reality of it being unreasonable. We were literally cursed on this day. Not at all tired of travelling Karan has a strong desire and urge to go to Nariman Point and left no stones unturned to convince and drag every1 to Nariman Point. (I would like to use euphemism, Nariman point, a minimum 1.5 hour travel ONLY from where we were). Thank GOD! the plan didn’t turn into reality inspite of the enthusiasm and libido shown by Abhijit and a neutral stand taken by Kunal. We finally move on from Tiku-ji-ni-wadi…phew!
The WORST was yet to come:
The 3 great planners Viraj, Karan and Abhijit went ahead to some nearby multiplex to catch a movie, NO1 KILLED JESSICA. We soon followed and reached in a nick of time only to get a FIRST ROW ticket on such a day! (That’s what I call a nightmare come true). 10 minutes passed, I and Viraj decide to break the fucking laws and catch a backside vacant seat. The other 3 cowards follow our footsteps after some time. Till the interval, poor Jessica fails to woo us. The only thing that kept us alive during the entire movie was the fact that Viraj had heard – “a smooching scene of two leading ladies in the movie”. Movie continues…we get a hang of it, the movie finally succeed in catching our interest too (Oh c’mon no smooching, the script got hold of our attention). Finally some point of interest in the entire day. But Viraj was still waiting to get a glimpse of the kiss. The movie ends and poor Viraj disheartened by the reality, accepts the ugly truth (as I say- d truth is always ugly).
Exit the movie, 7:00 pm, the melancholy growing more and more and takes a toll on us as the day proceeds and we make a dinner plan. Astonishingly, A legendary moment of rejoice at this point of time – our target 4 the day : A child having a jumping jack experience at the entrance of the mall .The child crying and screaming, because his hands were tied to rope and made to jump mechanically by a 15x15 air balloon bounce and jump section. He was actually made to jump 7 m from the ground. Seeing this I pass the comment, “Go child go, Sky is your limit. No don’t stop” and we were literally ready to pay the vendor 100 bucks more to keep the jumping jacks on and rise him more and more irrespective of his cribbing about it and everyone breaks into laughter, seeing the helplessness of child and the timing of the joke.
That’s it moment vanishes and we enter pizza hut. An appropriate song which suits us rings - The catalyst. The lyrics goes as “God bless us everyone...We are broken people living under loaded guns...It can’t be outdone...It can’t be outmatched...It can’t b outrun…Noooo”
As we do away with boring pizzas and left half hungry, we make our way back home at 8 in the evening. Least, we had to wait at the railways station as trains were running 35-40 minutes late. This was the perfect end to our 9-1-11.
Really wish had some carousel to carry us and our luggage to our home sweet home. Horrified by the thought of answering all the heavy embarrassing questions by everybody as to…’what happened why did you turn up so early..bla…bla..bla..’ Finally at this point of time we realize that we are cursed and discover our bad luck and felt as if some witch had cast an evil spell on us and term the day 9-1-11 as the most jinxed day. I swear to God, not to venture on this day henceforth. What a terrible start to 2011…!!! God knows what’s in store for us ahead!
