What I deduce And I kept driving and playing with my cell for a long time and till the point I faced a police barricade. I tried to pull down my eyeballs from under the eyelids to the nucleus of human headlight and pretended to be a discriminated, hapless private job goer who had to stretch on the Friday night. I managed a perfect “S” swing and escaped embarrassment and some fines. I followed a Moolchand sign which am sure is nearby my place, I still couldn’t find my way back. I notice there are a few places which are only existent on signboard in Delhi. Moolchand and Mehrauli are definitely two of them. They are visible from both directions of a road. And no one lives at these places and they CONFUSE me. I realized I am quite near to my illusive place when I found a “I miss u L” writing on the underpass wall somewhere. Talking of place, there are few places which you simply end up treading no matter which directions you are coming from or going to. Mudrika(for a long time I thought this is different from ring road, for longer time I thought This is misspelled for Munirka), ring road are such examples and you get overdose of them because there are two of them. There are names of a few places which makes no sense. “East of Kailash” is one of them. I mean-Come on! Christen it! Why just give direction? The first time I asked my friend staying there “Where are you putting up? He said “East Of Kailash”.. Pause… I waited for some seconds and enquired..Okay….. and… He said “ I have just one place to stay and one small apartment”.. I said “fine, so give me some more detailed direction to reach.. “East” of Kailash… And North/South/west of what?? Adjacent to what or behind /infront of what??” Another such name is Andrews Ganj. What kind of name is this.. Anglo-Indian?? Call it ”Andrews Cross” “Andrew Avenue” .. or call it.. “Saheb Ganj” or “Gopal Ganj” What’s Andrews Ganj? Well, these were not the thoughts that swarmed me that night. I just happen to stray…. Always! I couldn’t make it to home but I did reach NFC( Now, is there Old Friends colony, or Jaani Dushman(Arch rivals) Colony J too?) By the time the eyeballs had again eclipsed behind the lids. I went to another pub but I have no idea how did I get in stag. I believe I impressed another fellow dipsomaniac with my knowledge of world economy, middle-east medieval politics and Spanish Premier League which, I admit honestly to know nothing of. What I do remember that I wasn’t allowed back in after I came out to receive a call. Quenching my dried up throat, I striked conversation with almost everyone who came around me in a radius of a meter. Mr Office Boss, I am marking off "Can get better at oral communications and conversations" from my growth area. I received enough encouraging feedbacks about it. :-) One thing I remember after that was I followed my roomie, destination was home. Next morning I woke up with the best of physical and mental state- dehydrated and drained in that order. I regained sane senses in the evening to recount the events as they unfolded the last night. I saw the mile meter. I had clocked around 120 km the night. Not bad… had parked the car at the most difficult slot possible which I never ever was able to. I looked for sign of damages.A scratch at the back, worth a price paying for a fulfilling night; yeah that’s what I thought when I rubbed against the wall. I recalled the incident. To unwind mysteries of such night, there are always more cues. Wallet! I searched my purse to find ATM slips. I deduced, I had pulled money from Dwarka and Defence colony. Okay, so I must have run out of money and gas. And while I “kept driving and playing with my cell”, I actually drove 30 kms in opposite direction. And I was not playing, I must have been texting. Another cue, check the sent messages and dialed/received calls. A lesson: If accompanied, deposit your vehicle keys and your cell with friends, when you embark on the journey of self-introspection, riding on heightened sense of capabilities drawn from alcoholic amalgam. It’s a probably not worth doing if can’t be done otherwise. Irony is, cause is the reason at many times. And the mystery unfolded. And I deduced finally: Excessive indulgence kills. Something’s keep killing, something’s just kill and pass. Cheers, Dheeraj Labels: Funny Sides of Events, Humor, Personal, Supposed to be cheap Humor |
