It's like i always say - the lot of us were put together at the same time and each had his/her own particular spot to fill, a role to play and for a reason.
A particular, or peculiar i should say, character was amongst us. Tall, 6'1", hefty (read plump), not really bad to look at with his short curly hair and affable little smile. All of us have forever wondered how he ever made it in the first place? He couldn't really converse in proper English - he would always trail off into Hindi. His written English was even worse. A disaster in the kitchen and a complete buffoon when it came to service. Not too bright either one would say but 'cause he was really a nice guy at heart, this alone made up for most his shortcomings. Also one he's your friend you can pretty much count on him for anything. Not too much of a drinker or a smoker when he first came in, things changed rapidly i would say.
I don't really have too many memories of him from back in 1st year except the fact that he pretty much taught me how to ride a bike, a borrowed one at that and whose handle i managed to break. Also he let me borrow his sandals for my vacation in Goa. My real deal didn't start with till like the end of 2nd year during our front office ojt for which we were deputed together. By this time our man was a full power pill popping, ganja smoking alcoholic. The local chemist round the corner had learnt the magic of pharma through him! He was thick with the one of the biggest ganja dealers in town and he had tabs running at at least 2 of neighborhood bars. The man was a walking intoxicant ready to give you the same experience.
One particular day our shifts collide and we were working together from 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. The man decides that today is as good a day as any to get trashed at work. With low occupancy and no check-ins the day was perfect and a fresh delivery of beers had just been made! At 11 the man takes one of the travel desk cars down to the chemist shop and returns with an assortment of pharmaceuticals. I in the meantime have rolled a couple and a fellow trashee has the beers organized. The three of us go to the roof of the hotel and by 12.30 are way into wonderland. It's time to go back to work and i decide to take it easy and head to the business centre to chill. About ten minutes later the man joins me to chill as well. Right behind him walks in the general manager who looks directly into the man's eyes. Brilliant timing and the first question the gm asks, "why are your eyes red?". No answer. "Are you on drugs?". No answer. "Can you please follow me to my office right away?!". I believe he was suspended for a week. Not too much sweat for someone who had his first letter of suspension framed and put on his wall in his room in the hostel!
By the time 3rd year happened, the man, who was still in the same room in the hostel next to the bathroom, was a pukka pothead. I remember those days very clearly. At 8.45 i would barely be ready to go to college and our man in the meantime was all dressed and ready to light up his morning glory. I have bumped into him (read pulled into his room) one too many times with the request, "Jalanaa!".
A particular, or peculiar i should say, character was amongst us. Tall, 6'1", hefty (read plump), not really bad to look at with his short curly hair and affable little smile. All of us have forever wondered how he ever made it in the first place? He couldn't really converse in proper English - he would always trail off into Hindi. His written English was even worse. A disaster in the kitchen and a complete buffoon when it came to service. Not too bright either one would say but 'cause he was really a nice guy at heart, this alone made up for most his shortcomings. Also one he's your friend you can pretty much count on him for anything. Not too much of a drinker or a smoker when he first came in, things changed rapidly i would say.
I don't really have too many memories of him from back in 1st year except the fact that he pretty much taught me how to ride a bike, a borrowed one at that and whose handle i managed to break. Also he let me borrow his sandals for my vacation in Goa. My real deal didn't start with till like the end of 2nd year during our front office ojt for which we were deputed together. By this time our man was a full power pill popping, ganja smoking alcoholic. The local chemist round the corner had learnt the magic of pharma through him! He was thick with the one of the biggest ganja dealers in town and he had tabs running at at least 2 of neighborhood bars. The man was a walking intoxicant ready to give you the same experience.
One particular day our shifts collide and we were working together from 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. The man decides that today is as good a day as any to get trashed at work. With low occupancy and no check-ins the day was perfect and a fresh delivery of beers had just been made! At 11 the man takes one of the travel desk cars down to the chemist shop and returns with an assortment of pharmaceuticals. I in the meantime have rolled a couple and a fellow trashee has the beers organized. The three of us go to the roof of the hotel and by 12.30 are way into wonderland. It's time to go back to work and i decide to take it easy and head to the business centre to chill. About ten minutes later the man joins me to chill as well. Right behind him walks in the general manager who looks directly into the man's eyes. Brilliant timing and the first question the gm asks, "why are your eyes red?". No answer. "Are you on drugs?". No answer. "Can you please follow me to my office right away?!". I believe he was suspended for a week. Not too much sweat for someone who had his first letter of suspension framed and put on his wall in his room in the hostel!
By the time 3rd year happened, the man, who was still in the same room in the hostel next to the bathroom, was a pukka pothead. I remember those days very clearly. At 8.45 i would barely be ready to go to college and our man in the meantime was all dressed and ready to light up his morning glory. I have bumped into him (read pulled into his room) one too many times with the request, "Jalanaa!".
Yahahahahaha...Jala leeeee...Arrey mere Narial, tere peechhe kele phudak rahe hain!!
ReplyDeletehahahahahahahaha!!hilarious dude!
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