When do you feel like you are not so lonely? When do you feel that what we left behind isn’t behind anymore but with us all the time? When do you feel that life comes a full circle, the only thing that you need to do is cherish the moments gone by and wait for more to come your way? It’s when you have weekends like these, when you meet people who are full of energy, who reverberate with the same vibes. It’s when after a long and hard week you get to unwind while you throw all the stress out of the window bury all the inhibitions and are ready to jive in the weekend and make everyone else dance to the new tune, and not to the old one, so that when you dance you dance a lil slower unlike the way you dance throughout the week.
I know I m,ay have put in a lot of words without putting much of the situation, but I’m sure that you can gauge my high spirit as I tap away all these words, my feelings and the happenings. It could have been another weekend sitting in front of the computer or reading a book and then making a run across the small city that Port Blair is. But as I aint a guy who likes things to be falling in the same pattern day after day week after week month after month. So I do try to have some change let it be minor one.
Ravi called in to tell me that he was at the liquor canteen and would be picking up something for the weekend, I had thought of revealing my intentions to keep of from alcohol this weekend but I ended up conveying the message that I wasn’t in favour of Rum or whisky or for that matter even Gin or Vodka. What I wished for this weekend was Wine. The whole week had been rain drenched and we hardly expected the rain God to keep his shower off on Saturday, but still made our plans for the rooftop of a lovely place called Dizzy Heights. The place lives upto its name, atleast after coupl’a drinks. We reached the place with the earlier supplied bottles of White wine and Vodka. Me and Amrit were in no mood to spoil out Sunday morning so had made up our mind to keep to two glasses of wine. The evening had started pretty well. There was another group of guys from the Flotter group who were unmindful of us although we were well acquainted. It was too good a lil bit of socialising was going on as we said our hellos but then we stuck with our own groups. The fun element popped up as we wanted to open the wine bottle. No one had got the wine opener. Our search for the opener had been in vain as none of the shops stocked it and what they all offered was beer openers. It would have been an open and shut case for the wine bottle, but Ravi was adamant and got down to do the job of removing the cork. The only fear was of dropping it into the wine. Ofcourse that wouldn’t be much of a problem but we wanted it to be out. It took a good fifteen minutes for Ravi to pull out the cork full. And after that as the dry white wine poured out and our spirits started rising it was fun uninterrupted. This time there wasn’t much of cribbing, but a lot of pun, a few anecdotes made the rounds a little chat on the impending declaration of pay commission, talk about girlfriends, their over protective fathers who relied on BPO’s for the search of Son-in-laws, the rising petrol costs, the lashing rains. Well, a good company be it masculine or feminine is good when the thought process is good and intentions are congenial.
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