Arrival of flights..Pick up from the airport..Awaiting the last guy's arrival to the hotel..Calling front desk for airport shuttle..checking in to the single bedroom hotel..Declaring that Only 1 person would be staying in the room... Entering the hotel one by one to avoid being caught..
Maps..directions..City attractions..Info gathering..Getting lost..Finding an amicable cop for directions..Finding the nearest Gas station..Ask for directions the millionth time..Incorrect navigation in the car..the 3 or 4 fights inside the car over directions..use of expletives that sound like music to the bachelors's ears..Finally reach the destination.
Conversations that sound like someones getting released out of constipation..Laughter splitting across the room,with the decibel level gradually starting to rise..The throats slowly starting to get coarse..Use of words,which would have been last used 8 years ago during college..The galeejometer reading in the room hitting the roof..Jokes and funny episodes spanning the last decade..the ones which took place and the ones which were ably made up..
Gals..Gals..Gals..That college gal who even her best girlfriend would have forgotten,would be remembered and cherished about..That lost lover of a roommate will be recollected for the nth time ..Those run around trees,buses,wait at the busstops shall be revisited..Hearty laughs at the foolish follies..Gals..Gals..Gals..The ones we knew..the ones we din't know..the ones we might come to know..Everyone of them shall provide enough fodder for the all boys trip..
Photos..digital cameras..No batteries..search for AA batteries..The search ends at the next Gas station..1 or 2 group fotos..the rest of them Maaplai.jpgs..Uploading of snaps..circulating the link to the ones who matter..1 or 2 of them being prospective Daavs...
Food..Eat as much as U can ideology..search for the nearest Indian restaurant..Go for the buffet..Make sure no water is drunk during the feasting..eat for every penny being spent..go for 2 or 3 rounds..bring the dessert in a separate plate matching the main course plate..Go to the hotel and sleep like a dog for the next 2 hours..
Sleep time...Roll on the bare carpet..feel cozy under the only comforter being shared by 3 or 4 guys...talk the whole night..the darkness aiding in the seemless flow of nostalgic thoughts..Then comes the first snore..which ends the jamboree..followed by 3 asynchronous snoring...the sound reminding the good old college days..kind of re-listening to some old music ..it was last heard 8 years ago!
Time to leave..Packing all stuff..Voices suddenly filled with sadness..Hearts feeling heavy..Faces faking the sadness with some laughter..a few jokes which really don't evoke laughter anymore..Realisation that its time to part..Bye da..Goodluck da...Call me when you reach daa..
There ends the trip with a heavy heart filled with nothing but fond memories...Awaiting nothing but the next opportunity to re-create it and recreate ourselves...Question is..Is it even feasible in future..Guys r getting married..No more all boys trips!!?..No more galeej!!?..No more Jalsas..!..No more gilmas??
dei....Once more polaaamaa da??
-Raapi
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