It all started 3 months back. When a bunch of unsuspecting, blue eyed kids were selected for a committee that doesn’t sleep. And that never visits home. Prerana Management Group has been all that and much more. But more about that later. This post talks about a “legendary” trip that just happened. No home on Diwali can make the otherwise zombie-like creatures come to life, plan out and have fun. In style.
The day, as usual, was an extension of the night. The junies just continued living their nocturnal lives through the next day. The good thing, they were on time for the departure. The bad, no senior present to appreciate them :P
So after a hour and a half’s wait, the Gods appeared, the cabs were quickly occupied, the Mumbai traffic beaten, funds collected by the self appointed accountant. :D
After the ‘Chai-nashta’ that went horribly wrong, we were ready to hit the road again. This time with a lot more conviction. Alas, the same could not be said for the drivers who had plans of their own. So one would be woken up in the middle of the ride because suddenly the cab had come to a screeching halt, the drivers had switched the A.C off in that freakishly hot weather and gone away to eat.
As for us poor souls, it was a choice between dying of suffocation inside or dehydration outside.
After a rather adventurous ride with a phenomenal musical talent singing (yours truly :P ), a kid with the ‘Toy gun’ (in true Diwali spirit), the Joke book that truly was, a joke, and multiple pictures of the ‘Model’, we were finally there. Diveagar.
A thrilling foosball session, a hearty meal and the check in into the hotel later, the group of 16 wallowed in the sea for hours. Way past sunset. But then it was Diwali. Had to be traditional. The realisation struck and out came camera with the picture of the deity. The prayers were quickly downloaded, and religiously sung (While the ice box made its way to the dining table).
The fun had just started. Pegs after pegs were drowned. Songs that had “dard” were sung. The drunkards giggled, laughed, cracked jokes. The sober ones watched. And I hated to be in the latter category. X( (Not for long though :P )
Soon the crowd eased out. Few stayed back. And then started a great great debate over something I fail to fathom now. Heated yet candid, if you were there and you missed it, too bad! (Suck it up! :P )
It went on for hours, was continued on the beach. At 3 A.M. Pitch Dark. When it was time to leave, we had a sob story of ‘The Broken Chappal’ holding us back. But what the heck, we made it to our rooms! Tipsy, but there!
The Fort, the Guide and the Shayari
A fort named ‘Jaljeera’ (Or something similar) :D. A ferry ride took us there. It stood in the middle of water. In the middle of nowhere. The blistering heat was just the first if many surprises.
“Dil jigar hum bhi rakhte hai
Ankho se katl karne ka dum hum bhi rakhte hai
Kissi se mukurane ka wada kiya tha humne
Warna ankho mein samundar to hum bhi rakhte hai”
Surprise, surprise! This was the best part about the fort!
Cringe. Cringe some more! :D
The day soon came to an end and we started with our journey back. Just when I thought that it had come to an end, my stars betrayed me again and made me change my cab. And I was in for the longest, most embarrassing game of dumb charades of my life. The memory of which has scarred me forever. The lesser said about it, the better. :P
The trip came to an end. But it did more than what anybody had hoped for. Here’s one to the Prerana family. The legacy . The memory. Sheer awesomeness.