Friends here is an expression consisting of one or more incidences back from my college life forming my ‘Golden Years’.
Me, Shitiz and Parit were the best buddies in college. The same connection I found among we three was boozing, smoking and all we three had the crush on the same young woman named ‘Perminder’.
Perminder was the most beautiful girl of our class. Her red chicks were like the roses wet with dew. None of us ever dare to pop the question her because her father was in Delhi police. So we decided to concentrate only on boozing and smoking.
Once on 31st Dec morning time Me, Shitiz and Parit were going to the college together. That was a shiny Wednesday. Across the distance between our hostel and college there was a ‘Wine and Beer shop’.
Shitiz- “Bhai kal new year ha, kal se daru aur sutta band.”
“Han sahi keh rha ha tu sab band.” I went along.
Parit- “Aaj hi sari buraiya khatam kar dete hain.”
Shitiz- “Bro 1 last time yar, kal se paka sab band.”
The best an artifact among we three was we never abnegated each other through hard times. We always prized and appreciated feelings of one another. Truly saying early that morning I was in no mood of taking alcohol but...
We bought a Khamba (Full) of ‘Old Monk’ rum and took a turn right from our college towards ‘Ranhaulla’. There we were crossing the railway line to progress towards lull jungle. But near to the railway crossing two policemen enquired about our sphere of activity.
Policeman- “Re sacool k choro yaha k karan lagge ho?”
Parit- “Oh ji daaru kharid kar aa rhe hain.”
How idiotic he was. Stupid, relative of King Harishchandra.
Policeman- “Public place me daaru pibega tu, criminal offence ha, karu andar.”
Parit- “Sirji hum to 31st manane jar he the, aap bhi mana lo hamare sath 31st.”
I must say, they (policemen) were waiting for Bakra and they find us, but what we could do, we didn’t have any other option. Out of two possibilities either few a shots of our own Rum or nothing, we choose to enjoy the 31st with policemen.
They took us to a ‘Dhaba’ and we ordered there for boiled eggs. The dhabawala served us with three disposable glasses and two big steel glasses for policemen. One policeman unsealed the bottle and made our drinks. While his doing my mind was measuring the depth of those two big steel glasses. When he made their drink, these two steel glasses swallowed the entire volume of the ‘Old Monk’. We were lamenting of our ‘Old Monk’ while they were toping steels after steel.
We could do nothing but we are the engineers. We had to proof our intelligence to those cops so we decided that we wouldn’t pay for the eggs.
We moved out to remove ourselves from an association without participation. We had anger in our hearts and state of war in our mind. We neither had wine in our bags nor money in pockets. We turned towards our college because ‘SUBAH KA BHULA SHAM KO GHAR LAUT AAYE TO USE BHULA NAHI KEHTE’. We entered in the class and shouted Perminder tera baap hamari daru pi gya...
Jitendra...
Me, Shitiz and Parit were the best buddies in college. The same connection I found among we three was boozing, smoking and all we three had the crush on the same young woman named ‘Perminder’.
Perminder was the most beautiful girl of our class. Her red chicks were like the roses wet with dew. None of us ever dare to pop the question her because her father was in Delhi police. So we decided to concentrate only on boozing and smoking.
Once on 31st Dec morning time Me, Shitiz and Parit were going to the college together. That was a shiny Wednesday. Across the distance between our hostel and college there was a ‘Wine and Beer shop’.
Shitiz- “Bhai kal new year ha, kal se daru aur sutta band.”
“Han sahi keh rha ha tu sab band.” I went along.
Parit- “Aaj hi sari buraiya khatam kar dete hain.”
Shitiz- “Bro 1 last time yar, kal se paka sab band.”
The best an artifact among we three was we never abnegated each other through hard times. We always prized and appreciated feelings of one another. Truly saying early that morning I was in no mood of taking alcohol but...
We bought a Khamba (Full) of ‘Old Monk’ rum and took a turn right from our college towards ‘Ranhaulla’. There we were crossing the railway line to progress towards lull jungle. But near to the railway crossing two policemen enquired about our sphere of activity.
Policeman- “Re sacool k choro yaha k karan lagge ho?”
Parit- “Oh ji daaru kharid kar aa rhe hain.”
How idiotic he was. Stupid, relative of King Harishchandra.
Policeman- “Public place me daaru pibega tu, criminal offence ha, karu andar.”
Parit- “Sirji hum to 31st manane jar he the, aap bhi mana lo hamare sath 31st.”
I must say, they (policemen) were waiting for Bakra and they find us, but what we could do, we didn’t have any other option. Out of two possibilities either few a shots of our own Rum or nothing, we choose to enjoy the 31st with policemen.
They took us to a ‘Dhaba’ and we ordered there for boiled eggs. The dhabawala served us with three disposable glasses and two big steel glasses for policemen. One policeman unsealed the bottle and made our drinks. While his doing my mind was measuring the depth of those two big steel glasses. When he made their drink, these two steel glasses swallowed the entire volume of the ‘Old Monk’. We were lamenting of our ‘Old Monk’ while they were toping steels after steel.
We could do nothing but we are the engineers. We had to proof our intelligence to those cops so we decided that we wouldn’t pay for the eggs.
We moved out to remove ourselves from an association without participation. We had anger in our hearts and state of war in our mind. We neither had wine in our bags nor money in pockets. We turned towards our college because ‘SUBAH KA BHULA SHAM KO GHAR LAUT AAYE TO USE BHULA NAHI KEHTE’. We entered in the class and shouted Perminder tera baap hamari daru pi gya...
Jitendra...
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