Starting a blog is not as easy at it looks. You kind of have to have a convergent thought, make it seem readable, select a funny font (which compensates for the lack of humor) and finally have a non-blood sucking internet connection to let u post it!
Sorry for the lamest start that i have had, but frustration gets to you when finally after a hiatus you find something even remotely writable and your internet gives way :(
So anyway, i was with a friend today after dinner for a regular walk. By friend i mean someone who i have shared a lot of memories (along with some other people too) and had tons of laughters that made me look like a retarded elephant.
Nothing out of the ordinary, we started reminiscing about a lot of things that happened in the past two years (why two years... because thats when the booze finally reached the parched mouths of wandering souls) one incident i found was unmissable and deserved to be shared. I know that probably many people who weren't present at that moment wont understand it to the magnitude that i describe, but i am still writing it nonetheless (Mainly because of loads of free time and an infinitesimally small reader pool :P)
It was probably when we were 17 that we started going out for hukkas (all because of A and B who were in stupid mithibai while i was stuck at a hell hole called vivek where my peers actually wore sacred marks on their foreheads for better assimilation of the professor's lecture! argghh). It was just one of those days we were planning for a place called sigara for dinner and a hukka when C suggested some booze be added to the picture to just make it perfect.
Being 17 has a lot of upsides - innocence, guilt and a very strong urge to try every damn thing. But it lacks just one thing - MONEY! All of us know that u can barely get booze to soak your throats with 80 spare bucks (mind you it was really spare change of 5s and 10s). Four of us, 80 bucks and an urge unwilling to let go. Plus all of us were really scared of stepping in a store to get the stuff. Finally two of our valiant soldiers A and C took the plunge while B and me went to get a soft drink (coke).
"The single greatest pleasure is one of breaking the convention set by your elders and along with it comes a great adrenalin rush and a sense of accomplishment" - Sensei AKAI - 30.8.10
Moving on, we get into a rick expecting a lavish amount being brought to us. All we get are two measly quarts of a lavish brand called... ahem... Officer's choice. Aptly named so because it is only had by penniless officers! Still, we always have and always will follow a thumb rule, Booze is Booze :P
Mixing it with coke was a tough guess because the only ratio and proportion we knew were the ones in our text-books. Somehow we figured something out and made the mix. We went to sigara, and started our party. It felt liberated. Somehow we had suddenly grown-up. Grown out of adolescent thoughts and pre-pubescent actions.
Now C used to have a smoke once in a while. Not knowing that what he did was called a mouth-fag (probably famous among the fag community). Anyway, something possessed him to say words considered blasphemous if i can underestimate them. "Dude why dont we try a smoke. All of us. Just once". The horror that followed was unparalleled because i still remember that we thought that if you smoke, you are probably going to end up homeless with no sperm count. But experimenters that we are, were nonetheless tempted. So a pack of "gold-flake lights", the only brand known was brought to us (regular smokers of foreign brands like most of my friends now wouldn't even dignify that brand with a spit let alone a drag). The golden pack looked stunning nonetheless and possessed a quality that no ordinary object could possess. It seemed that it had the power to define our futures.
The pack arrives, C goes on to open the pandora's box and take out a magic stick. He goes ahead and lights it scaring the living wits out of all of us. However, A and B are tempted to try. I remain firm on my principles for reasons unknown. But the problem was, A wanted B to go first while B wanted vice-versa. Mexican standoff initiated. "U go first""no u go first""dude you are 6 months elder, u gotta go first""Lets light it together". They pick out a stick each and with a match sealed what would be their definition, or so i thought at that time, SMOKERS. With calm on the outside, the started smoking away. It still seemed like a vivid dream that people who just a year back on the same day swore that "we would not become tainted like the generation before us".
All of it seems amusing when I look back at it. This is just ONE of my fondest memories embedded in my head as clear as it was yesterday. Even after this all of us did loads of crazy stuff and will probably continue to do so till we grow out of it. It somehow still is one of the defining moments of 20 odd years. A lot of things have changed since that day two years back but one hasn't... we still have NO money for booze.
After that i did try a smoke one day. Didn't taste that good ;).
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p.p.s. The reason i decided to post this blog is i know that somehow it will remind whoever is reading of their defining moment and make them chuckle, even if for just a little bit...
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