My weekend: Love, life and friends

I belong to the 'We hate Gurgaon' group on Facebook, but again, I look and search for, sometimes, even fight for opportunities to go there. You wonder why?

...the last minute ticket booking, the excitement of seeing people I love, the packing, the airport, the flight, the grin on my face from the moment I land, the boys picking me up :) I love the routine we seem to have set for ourselves. I land, message and come and stand at a spot. They are invariably 5 mins late, in the meantime, I always call my cousin (always preoccupied) and they come just in time when I'm making plans with him, and honk and honk :), the music in the car (ear-shattering actually, but well, I've sort of gotten used to it), their dialogue at a particular point on the road everytime : Nandu, welcome to Gurgaon, this time around, heard every 4 minutes: Tera Pitaji kaun hai :D, the 'home,' 'the' room, meeting Sumodh, the showing off :), hugs, the music all over again, the bottles, the food at 3 AM, Athadu, the train scene in Pokiri, N insisted on showing me and explaining to me at 2 in the morning, the snoring, the stories, the lazy mornings, MJ's chai, the newspaper reading, the making of plans, the swear words used :P, ArK asking me every 6 hours for a plan in a particular plan: Sooo, Nandu, what is the plan?, my answer everytime, hmm..nothing, just meet Nishu, Chikki, blah :), the driving around in GGN, the Chinese Thai Cafe, the mojitos, Nishu's stories at the CTC, his hugs, him, the Man U vs Liverpool debate or should I say, fight?, Chikki, his ' not you again' look when he sees me in GGN, Isa making rotis, Chikki staring at the boiling water contemplating if eggs need to be 'put' in right now, or later, Chikki mashing the aloo, the lunch, the praise for my Egg Curry (LOL), the fridge in his house, his bed, the mess, Chikki doing his laundry, Chikki's PJs, his face when his neighbors pulled him out to dance for Lohri celebrations, he and his roomie exulting in the fact that their 40 year old next door neighbor cannot cook beyond Maggi, while they've progressed to cooking rice (!), talking, conversation, love, laughter (thanks, N!), the constant pulling of leg, the Coriander leaf, the watch :), the call to buy a watch!, Bhaalu stories :P, the car, the fights, the driving, the dropping and the picking up, the directions to the cab, the airport, the flight, the tears, the hopelessness, the want to run back all over again feeling....and so much much much more that I cannot put in words.

I HAVE to move on. But hey, wait, this is my world. I decide WHEN to move on :) So, I am here, now and forever, for now :)

P.S: The conversation between 2 IIM A Grads, about their newly acquired, or desperately trying to acquire cooking skills goes like this:

Isa: I am so kicked that I can make rice, while that uncle can make only Maggi. I feel empowered!

Chikki: Totally man! I feel like the king, looking down at the subserviant and saying: I can make rice, what can you make?

Isa: The rotis were good today no? They were hard though

Chikki: No, they were fine. We just need to increase the surface area. That way, it will take less time.

During the Roti making session:

Me: The roti is burning, flip it NOW

Chikki: Oh nooooo. Here.

Isa: Maybe, we can take it off

Chikki: Okay then. (Gets ready to take it off tawa, and wants to put it on a plate next to Isa who is standing next to him. Rubs his hands, focusses on the rotis and says..) Coming through. Isa, move NOW!

Me: Gurgaon is my home, and home is where my heart and body, mind and soul lies ( I hate that ad, but could not resist it :P)