A reunion, after more than five years – part 1

I did some spontaneous travelling this weekend.

Most of the time, we make plans, try to rope in friends and people, and redraw the plans on drawing board when it comes to travelling. I decided, after running through an ordinary week, that I needed to visit this “so raved about” city called banglore (or bengaluru, to be politically correct). Anyone from banglore will just talk adoringly about it for hours, and I must admit the hype might have lead me on to having a certain set of expectations.

Any ways, I called up this college friend of mine, Mr. PS and told him I felt like dropping in. He was quite agreeable to the idea, and he immediately asked me to come on over, like this very weekend.The only problem, it seems was that getting tickets on such short notice would be quite a daunting task, and that “train”, my preferred way of commuting was out of the window.

Reluctantly at first, I got the bus tickets done. Now, doing an overnight journey, I prefer to have a good night’s sleep so a bus kind of loses the plot because of the amount of leg space it offers. Also the bumps in the middle of the road can hamper the sleeping prospects of many a sound sleeper. Me and a couple of friends have seen the tyranny of the bus. That in fact turned out bloody.

So I ventured out to the “hyped city” on my own, with just a bare minimum expectation : to meet my college friend, Mr. PS.

I felt so welcome. The bonds of college are thicker than water.

I generally would never have anticipated such a coming together, but it happened. Without having any sort of concrete plans with any of my other batch mates, me and Mr. PS decided to drop right in to Mr. UR’s crib. From what I have come to know, that seems to be the bangalore’s “party central”. I went in and I immediately realised, how comfortable, and big it is. Also I never realised it till date, but Mr. UR is a gadget freak of the highest order. I used to believe that I am on an extreme level when it comes to using, and possessing gadgets, but I’m merely a kid in the woods. I was awed by the droids, and the ipads, and the over powering bass ….. 🙂 . Even the car’s woofer was solid. Just a little out of tune. I enjoyed the music (I think Mr. UR did too) so much that we managed to get Mr. DSG up to get a head butt with car’s roof ! I think if had it been a convertible, Mr. DSG might have launched into orbit. 🙂

Mr. DSG was the biggest surprise package for me. This bugger has relocated from Gurgaon to B’lore, and all I have to say is, B’lore people, beware ! Be very very aware, this animal is most risky after the sun goes down.

Mr. SS, who visits Hyderabad often for reasons close to heart, dropped in to Mr. UR’s house, and so did Mr. NS. I think the writing was there on the cards ….. this house is going to be brought down tonight. 5 years later, the B-block from SMIT, ground level and first level, was assembling slowly but surely, and each one of them was equipped with certain weapons of mass destruction. 😉

Initial hiccups due to lack of planning.

It was bright and sunny (read humid) in B’lore when me and Mr. PS drove up till Mr. UR’s house. So much so that I got fed up of the ride (and I wasn’t even driving). Really, I believe it takes a lot of heart for people in B’lore to keep driving. I guess that is why they seem grumpy otherwise. I’m beginnig to see a corelation between the badness of traffic and people’s mood. I mean, see Gurgaon, B’lore is like a mid point between Hyderabad and Gurgaon. The only saving grace might be the nice weather once one rolls down the window. People in Hyderabad seem the happiest lot, because traffic is much more relaxed. Heck even I like to drive in Hyderabad. I don’t think I have the nerve to drive in B’lore though. It is horrible period.

So, after much deliberating on weather to order in or eat out, we decided to go to TGIF, Mr. SS promoted it as his own venture :). That is where we decided to brain storm on what to do next.

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