So I've been skimming through the 'Drafts' section of my blog account and stumbled upon this :-)

7/16/06

What would you choose.
A Saturday night with best friends
Or
A Saturday night with your father and his best friends

While the rest of the KG made their way down to Zaras and Dublin,I chose to stay back and make plans with my father and his best friend, Uncle T.I decided the perfect evening would be at Uncle D's house.So armed with a chilled bottle of white wine and scotch, we left.Maru boy was to join us later.
Uncle D is probably one of the most amazing people I'd have met.He's extremely broad minded and funny. He married a Bhatt and his son is a director now.

A few snippets of our conversations-

Me-I love Emraan Hashmi.He's damn good looking.
(This was when Murder realeased..erm..)
Uncle D-I'll put him on the phone now darling but let me tell you this.He's a bloody bastard.
Me-He's your nephew!You shouldnt say that!
Uncle D-Yeah but that doesn't change the fact that he's a bloody bastard does it?

Uncle D- Do you know the five S's and the four F's?
Me- Nope
Uncle D- Well its a rule for every engineering boy.Shit Shag Shave Shower Shampoo.In any given order
Me-And the four F's
Uncle D-Find em,Feel em,Fuck em,Forget em.



Uncle D-Ragging was terrible in BITS those days.Have you ever heard of kite flying?No?Good.They used to attach a noodle to our doodle.And the repercussions we had to pay if our kite fell down...So when I became a senior, I took out my wrath on the juniors to a point where my seniors were annoyed and started ragging me again.They almost made me shag a goat but thank god the animal pooped in the room.I spent the entire night cleaning the shit.But they didn't let me get away that easy.I had to put shoe polish on my butt and sit on a chart paper and sign under it.I was blackmailed with it for the rest of my college education.

The Draft ends here.

But I still remember the rest of the evening. The 'Three Wise Men' that included 'Uncle D,Uncle T, and my father' got sufficiently drunk on Black Label and Belvedere vodka. Uncle T who hates dogs was sitting next to the big doberman and sharing his lamb tikka. When Maru guy came, they insisted that he finish the Black Label bottle because he was an 'eng' boy and he should be able to. And once THEY got HIM drunk, we all went down to some fancy resturant that I can't remember and ate Biryani :-)

But the highlight of the evening was in fact the next morning during our usual Sunday round table breakfast conversation where my father and Uncle T were like - "Andha Marwadi Payen le, semma kudikaran pa, yevlo kudikaran, waste" (Loosely translated to - That Marwadi boy is such an alcoholic). I just put my head down in disbelief but then again, they were the Two Wise Men....