Cheers To Life: Puriville #1

2200 hrs at the last gas station in Bhubaneswar on NH-203.
The milestone read- Puri- 54km

“Bbsr has a long way to go dude…abhi bhi outskirts pe sahi cheez nahi milte..aaj sasoora flake se hi kaam chalana padega…”, I complained. Truly the city has a long way to go. For example, you have to do with a water pouch cuz once you are in the outskirts or beyond, nobody ever hears of Bisleri, Himalaya or Kinley. Aquafresh Rules here.

Sad!!

“Happy ka scooty ka pressure check kiya??..sabse zyaada nakhre dikhate hain iske tyres..”,Ahmed said. Yes it was a chilly December night when the gang planned of a trip to Puri. Yea u heard it right, POOOOORII. This is how it started.

In the evening at 6 I get Raan’s message
“mom n bro off 2 rkl for 2 days..ne naughty plans?? _||_”

An hour later, me, Ahmed, Patel, Baman da and Happy meet at Raan’s place. Barring some porn and booze for the night out, we had literally nothing to do.

Baman da stood up, “How abt a trip to Puri?? We leave the city now and return by tomorrow 7-8am??”, now here was a guy who was planning a trip to a place 60km away from the city when half of the city including our respective parents were asleep. Surely one needs real balls to fall for such plans. Patel was no exception. He checked his wallet and then gave a consenting smile. “Cash hai toh aish hai”..his mantra. “Wtf!, baman bhai ra muha re garam chaa dhaalide patel”, Happy said. “Man..It will be an experience, Fun u know”,this was patel. “Yea man, now or never”, I somehow blurted out. Ahmed gave me a dirty look. Raan who still hadn’t placed his say stood up and marched towards the refrigerator. He took out a bottle that seemed to be of a whiskey. He placed it on the table. It read ‘ JACK DANIELS, 1979| SMOOTHENED BOURBON’ and declared, ”compliments from my US-waala cousin”. This struck a bell in my head. I then remember that I used to eat a biscuit as kid which was marketed as ‘bourbon’ by Britannia. Ahmed and I looked at each other, both grinned, Maybe the same thought crossed his mind.”Bachpan main biscuit aur abhi whisky…mast combo hai. JAI RAAN JI KI”, Ahmed said.

Raan said.”I was thinking….how about we savor this bottle on the sands by the beach??..idhar who feeling nahin aayega..u know”

A silence for five minutes and then Happy says,”baat toh sahi hai..par why not Kua-Khai..wahaan bhi toh u’ll get ur sands.””Puri at this time..nah not happening”, I said,”eggjaktly”,it was Ahmed. “Raat ko rahenge kahaan??, Grandpa ka hotel hai kya?? :P”, Patel in this Aircel Ad-esque style. As a matter of fact, he happens to use an Aircel connection too. ”BIG DEAL!! abbey, beach main so jayenge.kuch ghanto ki toh baat hai”, Baman da replied.”waise bhi hum soyenge kum , Gaandmasti zyaada karenge”, Ahmed replied .”pata hai..”, Raan speaks. He added,”Puri main kuch alag hi feeling ayega..and we can’t stay the whole night at Kua-Khai. PCRs on prowl u know...Looking desperately to kick asses… ”.”Yea...even Puri is quite safe…in case of a Tsunami, we can take cover in one of those dingy hotels u know..they are dirt cheap and always available...”, I stated and nobody laughed. They don’t call me the PJ king for nothing.

“So what are we waiting for?? Lets get started…”, Patel raised his ass off the couch and we followed
suit.

An hour later at the gas station after we tanked up our bikes and happy checked his scooty and then…
The engines roared and we soared.

Little did we know of what was waiting us….
Contd…