We were on our trip to friend's marrige and on the way picked up two friends, ran towards them and gave them a good bash to exhibit our happiness ..(ohh remembered I was the only one to do so) . With the new joinee tring hard to smile and adding my name to his HIT LIST, the wheels of our SUV began to roll. Then came the time to take pics and not to mention the cam was in the bag lying somewhere 60-70 kms back. Well we all got out, scanned the road, under the hood of our car (detective minds had brought the driver under suspicion) took a leak and acted like inspecting a murder scene..someone actually thought of using the smelling power of Tommy (a stray dog had drifted to our investigation scene).
A few minutes later, we were speeding in the direction we came from. The idiot had brought his office bag which contained a lot of important stuff. He looked really upset. We tried to cheer him giving examples of our carelessness and how it lead to something good like a buddy gave an example of how he lost his credit card 4 times and in the process got to know the entire functioning of the banking system.
I tried to lit him up by him describing a scene from a movie how a careless man got up to find that his kidney was stolen .The timing could not be worse.A serious discussion started to drop me on the road and lift me on the way back. So, from then on I kept my thoughts to myself.
We reached the spot asked the shopkeepers, tried to follow earlier tracks. Finally, emptied our bladders and moved on to our destination.
We discussed work, politics, electrical stuff, girls and never for too long let the poor guy forget what an idiot he was.
We reached an 45 mins late. Thats a lot when you think the 150 relatives of the groom were waiting for us for the procession to the bride's house to start. We put up a spectacular display of a lot of dance forms bhangra, break dance, nagin , tribal, kick dance(my speciality). Took a lot of snaps with the groom, ate till the belts started to crack and parked our asses back on the car seat.
The journey back had started. Had a stopover at a friends house, dropped him. We had decided to look at all the major stoppages again on our back home. All this while I had forgot to mention that we had frentic searches for beer store. On one such stop a genius sitting at the back had gone to see if the store was open and had kicked the bag out. The nearby shopkeeper had found the bag and tried to call him but the idiot had drained his cell on useless calls trying to block his his credit card (yes he had kept his purse in the bag). I was the one to break the good news to him. It was the perfect ending to a hindi movie only here the hero runs to hug a bag. Took a lot of pics with the shopowner and thanked him profoundly.
Had a lot of fun on our way back. The real culprit was among us. Had fun pointing his mistakes.
Really, All is well that ends well.
A few minutes later, we were speeding in the direction we came from. The idiot had brought his office bag which contained a lot of important stuff. He looked really upset. We tried to cheer him giving examples of our carelessness and how it lead to something good like a buddy gave an example of how he lost his credit card 4 times and in the process got to know the entire functioning of the banking system.
I tried to lit him up by him describing a scene from a movie how a careless man got up to find that his kidney was stolen .The timing could not be worse.A serious discussion started to drop me on the road and lift me on the way back. So, from then on I kept my thoughts to myself.
We reached the spot asked the shopkeepers, tried to follow earlier tracks. Finally, emptied our bladders and moved on to our destination.
We discussed work, politics, electrical stuff, girls and never for too long let the poor guy forget what an idiot he was.
We reached an 45 mins late. Thats a lot when you think the 150 relatives of the groom were waiting for us for the procession to the bride's house to start. We put up a spectacular display of a lot of dance forms bhangra, break dance, nagin , tribal, kick dance(my speciality). Took a lot of snaps with the groom, ate till the belts started to crack and parked our asses back on the car seat.
The journey back had started. Had a stopover at a friends house, dropped him. We had decided to look at all the major stoppages again on our back home. All this while I had forgot to mention that we had frentic searches for beer store. On one such stop a genius sitting at the back had gone to see if the store was open and had kicked the bag out. The nearby shopkeeper had found the bag and tried to call him but the idiot had drained his cell on useless calls trying to block his his credit card (yes he had kept his purse in the bag). I was the one to break the good news to him. It was the perfect ending to a hindi movie only here the hero runs to hug a bag. Took a lot of pics with the shopowner and thanked him profoundly.
Had a lot of fun on our way back. The real culprit was among us. Had fun pointing his mistakes.
Really, All is well that ends well.
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