The last time I wrote, I had mentioned about a big celebration on Christmas night. It turned out to be the GGP! (Err, in case anyone wants to know what GGP is, please contact me separately.) That turned out to be a lot of fun. It somehow gives me an insane amount of pleasure to watch others get stoned and make complete fools of themselves. One time during the party, SSV, SSV (female), their guests and I decided to go and make ourselves comfortable on the jetty. Now, this jetty is like a raft of planks fitted on pontoons floating in the lake. Since it was reunion time, it had been nicely decorated with yellow lights, making it seem as if it were Diwali instead of Christmas! When we reached this place, there was a solitary fellow sitting right in the middle of the jetty, trying to get further intoxicated by the swaying motion of the jetty. At first, he looked bored, but he immediately "perked" up when SSV (female) narrated a tale of having seen two females make out during the same event last year! A simple suggestion of swinging the jetty even more resulted in SSV and I managing to put out the lights. Needless to say, we left soon after, causing the poor bloke's high to all but disappear.
We decided to call it a day, erm...night...err, early morning, and head home. The path home takes us over the "Howrah Bridge". That night, the fog was extremely bad. The visibility was down to five feet. The entire setting seemed to have been picked straight out of The Hound of The Baskervilles. At any time, we expected to see a hound jump out at us! (Well, if not a hound, at least a ghost or two......naah, I suppose Bong ghosts are too genial for such early morning haunting jaunts.) So, we all managed to reach home safe and hound - I mean sound - at around 0430 hours (4:30 a.m.)....Man, Bengal is famous for unions....but I will probably remember IIMC for this re-union!
The last paragraph has been practically written by SSV.
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