My last post was about politics and my world view.But this Blog is dedicated to Team BhakPics with which i spent my last days in hostel.The team is displaced now.Arjun must be fooling around with Jindal.Handoo was anyways too arabic for my taste ;).But my heart goes out for Sohit in sad house where the aromas of mafco and gd must be wafting in through the window.But he cant breathe any of those because he must be stinking with a bullshit.I have sent my invitation to sohit so may be he'll post some thing soon.
But for now lets get back to the story.
So here we were walking towards swagat beach resort where the best part was that it was unlimited.Burpi was as usual irritatingly leading the way.If you want to know how to cross the thin line between leading a group of people towards a destination and grossing them out with your leadership.watch burpi in actions.So,we reached swagat beach,avoiding any further trouble,in spite of Burpi.I could see the hard on that sohit was getting thinking about the unlimited pieces of chicken leg as we turned into the road leading towards swagat.However we were in for a disappointment.
Swagat Beach Resort was a 60 40 plot with a 10 feet swimming pool and children slide.If there was an overstatement made by a word,then it was the 'resort' in the swagat beach resort.The Unlimited 'food' counter was the kind that you get in bus stop canteens.Pathetic really.The disappointments on sohit's face was so apparent that you could wipe it off.Sad.We clearly were not going to get into it so we set off again under the leadership of colonel burpi towards a better beach resort.
After walking along the arnala beach,if you called it that,and we reached arnala beach resort.It was our last choice clearly,and having nowhere else to go, we paid 400 bucks each and got in.The start was nothing eventful.We had the bullshit breakfast and stripped down to our swimming costume and entered quote swimming pool unquote.There was some music and we danced to it.It was quite boring actually and the only wothwhile thing to do was touch and feel khazanchis luscious body.Which i did to the fullest extant possible.After some frolicking around we ate the unlimited food.Felt kinda sad for sohit as he couldn't get his chicken leg.After lunch we had a small nap and there too burpi,true to his spirit,irritated me majorly.Standing on top of me as i was sleeping with a wet pair of shorts.I felt so gross.Did he think of himself as kareena under whose skirt I'd like to peep?
So we frolicked around a bit more in the resort and soon went out towards the beach,barefoot like assholes.I dint go into the water but the others did.I just sat on the beach looking at the setting son.May be i had prescient knowledge of disaster.
Anyways we went back to the resort and did some more stunts.Burpi played ball with a group of losers while we attempted some water stunts invented by khazanchi.It was fun really and we didnt know how time passed.I got bored of it and went outside and dried myself.In fact, I was looking forward to getting out of there and visiting the jivdani mandir in virar (w).May be the goddess dint want it,cause soon after, disaster struck.
It all started out innocently.Sohit came up to me and said with an idiotic face"chal blue slide mein chalte hain".I declined,thinking to myself that what the devil had gotten into him.Sure enough he went into the slide and came back just as soon.But now his feet was leaking red.Being holi,my first reaction was that it was just red water from the pool.But it was blood.Sohit had a 4 inch cut on his feet,caused by a faulty tile in Sohit's much beloved blue slide.we soon got Sohit to the seating area,leaving behind a trail of red.Soon burpi had Sohit wincing in pain trying to stop the bleeding.Burpi was dabbing fists full of turmeric powder into the wound while Sohit was trying not to cry.We somehow bandaged sohit and got him outside into an auto and took him to Mahalaxmi nursing home.Soon he was in the hands of a doctor who was who was trying to sew his leg up.He seemed a competent enough to me but burpi was calling him an RMO,with a smirk on his face,whatever that meant.Each time the needle sunk into Sohit's feet his facial muscles contracted and came together.We could tell he was in great pain but he wasn't showing it.And while this was happening burpi was making a video recording with his punarjanmik dopod,calling it saw 4.The overwhelming feeling that I had was that of embarrassment.
Soon enough Sohit was all sewn up and we decided to go back to Mumbai.Our auto rickshaw driver was a kind soul,but a bit prone to exaggeration.Apparently a snake had bitten him on his hand and he had chopped of that hand to stop the poison from spreading.And sure enough,the hand in question had grown back miraculously.
Soon we were in virar station and boarded a train to andheri where we took a rickshaw.Buurpi of course figured in 2 more altercations 1 with me about the route to mumbai university and another with swapnil as he touched his cheeks.
So it was a quite ending to quite an eventful day.I am making the timeless by making a blog.
No offences meant to anybody folks.All was written in good humor and must be taken to be so.
The villain in the whole piece was my "girlfriends' " room mate.It was because of her positive review of arnala that i agreed to go there.Otherwise this whole thing wouldn't have happened.
And guys please don't go to arnala.It sucks!!!!