As the day 3 dawned, it dawned up on me that Niks and his family were leaving for Jaipur. So I packed my shit, by which i mena clothes and stuff, back in to the suitcase. Ok “packed” is not appropriate so let’s replace it with stuffed. I was supposed to stay with my dear friend and college room mate, lets call him Baba.

So I woke up the fucker and asked for his address. Niks had called up a Cab company so a car was waiting for us. So I dropped Niks at the Bus stop and headed to Gurgaon. Now Gurgaon is to Dilli what Navi Mumbai is to Mumbai. Or at least the DLF city is. Reached DLF Phase 1 and then started looking for his house. I had the house number and of course I knew their names but surprisingly the house had neither on outside. But since I am so amazingly intelligent I spotted the number on the next house and the problem was solved. I am too good.

Met Baba after 4 years! Let’s forget about him for a bit and talk about the house. Oh what a house! Totally fucking amazing. Lots of wood. Lots of marble. Lots of Space. Just perfect. I could go one writing thousands of words about it but since pictures speak a thousand words I will put up a picture someday. Oh yea Baba. Same old bastard.

Met his parents after like 6 years. Obviously they remembered me. Its just not possible to forget someone like me right? The whole house was abuzz with the Baba’s wedding things. He was to get married in Feb and of course I was invited to the big, fat punjabi shaadi!

There is road in Gurgaon known as the Mall road. Why? Because there is a mall on it. So? And there is a Mall opposite it. So? And there is Mall to the left of it and a mall to the right of it and a mall to the left of the mall to the left of it and a mall to right of the mall to the right of it and so on. Yes its like an aisle of malls. Fucked up innit?

Any way we went around looking for some stuff he wanted to buy for his home. Every fucking thing was on sale! I had really hard time keeping OCTSD under control. There we also went to a restaurant called Rodeo for lunch. As soon as I picked up the menu, I was pretty much drooling all over it. Good thing it was laminated or I would have chewed it too. MMMMMeat! Yum Yum. We started off with Nachos and Salsa. For main course he ordered Chicken Enchilada while I went all out for a steak. I wanted meat dammit, without any adulteration like tortilla or rice involved. And we washed the meal down with a couple of beers. Ah good old healthy lunch again!

Post lunch we went back to his place and watched “In Bruges”. The movie’s dialogues must have been written by a Sailor! Enough profanity to make me look like Jesus Christ. After the movie we went to a market near his home where I ate some amazing seekh kababs. Came back and got ready for a farm hour party. Or as Baba would say, “ its time to partaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!”

Farmhouse party meant it was supposed to be in open. In this weather. At night. WTF? If that isn’t nuts then what is? I wore a cotton full sleeves t-shirt, a shirt, a sweatshirt and a jacket. We drove to the farm where I met so many people that I had never known in my life. And I still don’t know them. They were all kids 22-24 years old. All from well to do families as evident from their cars and their suits!

One thing I observed at the party was the delhi girls don’t feel cold. The dresses they were wearing on a cold dilli winter night would have made a Mumbai girl’s summer dress look like a Burkha. I am serious! It was insane. My hand were cold and there were legs and there were bon fires. Despite many glasses of alcohol being inside me, I wisely chose to warm my hands with the bonfire. Oh and did I tell you I ate kathi rolls there too. So that was my day 3 in Delhi.

What do you mean you want to know more about the party? Like I said it was full of kids and obviously the music sucked big balls. All bollywood dance numbers for them to gyrate too. They danced and I drank. It was a great arrangement. Around 2 am we left the party. I went to sleep at 3 only to be woken up at 7 when my phone rang. Who else but Bunny Singh. What happened next to follow next week probably.