Amazing

Today was an amazing, amazing day.

It didn't start that well, because I got some unpleasant surprises at school.

But I met my Cherry Bomb and showed off for a bit and told her a secret I haven't told anyone else (ahaa.)

And then I went to meet AS at PVR, after which we met Sood and the three of us hopped into a rickshaw towards BKC to pick up Gauravi.

At BKC, we got a cab with a menacing-looking, weatherbeaten and calloused driver (the complete package - cracked windshield et al.). Then we called G on the phone and asked where she was, when the cabbie surprised us by saying the following:

"Where is the person you're looking for?"

Perfect English. Perfect accent.

I mean I know it's mean, but this NEVER happens. So AS and Sood and Sood's nose and I exchanged glances and answered hesitantly:

"Uh. She's just down this lane."
G is walking towards us, wearing these oh-so-studly black aviator sunglasses and a vodafone jersey.
"Oh. I think I have a clear view now. Is she the one in red? That red one with black glasses?"
*astounded* "Yes."

So...G came in and was wearing her sunglasses even in the cab because she was so psyched about them. Then, Sood borrowed them and looked very funny. And I mean, VERY funny.

So then we had to pick up this other guy from Shivaji Park, but that was all the way on the opposite end, and G started frantically pointing here and there and going "But Wadala is HERE and Shivaji park is HERE and Mahim is THERE! It'll be like travelling on the pythagoras' triangle!"

After much debate over this (Sood is Math higher level), it was finally decided that Shivaji park did not in fact lie on the 'hypotenuse', so the other guy was asked to come to Gangar optics outside Dadar TT.

Since Sood was the "man", he and his nose had to get out of the car and wait at the optician's for the other guy. On his way out, Sood slammed the door really hard and sent the cabbie into a fit of rage about not treating the car like a piece of junk (to be honest, it was a piece of junk!)

 The other guy reached there and got into the cab, but the cabbie threw a fit about how no more than 4 people are allowed at once, so the other guy and Sood and his nose had to take another cab. I mean I don't see what the fuss was about, since Sood and his nose and AS and G and I were in the cab (that's 5 people) and he wasn't complaining THEN. Sigh.

So then Sood was kicked out of the car with the new guy (he slammed the door even harder this time, which pissed the cabbie off so much that he started accusing Sood of being..well..frustrated) , and then it was just G and AS and I, three lost girls  on our way to an unknown destination. Then we reached this crossroads kind of thing where we had to decide which direction to go in. The cabbie refused to listen to us, though, and started yelling fervently in Marathi at a bus driver a few meters away from the cab. Then, the pigeon was called, and we randomly saw Sood and the other guy at some intersection on the road, and the pigeon's house was right across the street.

We went upstairs and met my old business teacher and his dog on our way in the lift, which was really nice but kind of scary. You know how I am about dogs. Now AS and Sood had bought flowers for the pigeon's mom, Mrs. M, and for some reason *I* was holding them. Now *I* was the most random person in this group, being old and graduated and all of that, but I was still made to hold them and ultimately hand them over to her as a token of appreciation.

Then I went to pigeon's room and SB was there (totally jumped on him and gave him the world's biggest hug!) and so were some other people. Of course, since I am always hungry and it was a long, tumultuous cab ride to the pigeon's nest, I started demanding food immediately. Luckily for me, there were garlic breadsticks with cheese dip and a chicken pizza just waiting to be devoured in the pigeon's kitchen!!! So I got my plate and loads of food and contentedly settled down to eat in a chair while SB decided to sit on the ground (sub position. My, I am an evil bitch, n'est pas?)

Sood then discovered my weakness and kept saying random things that made me laugh endlessly. I don't know why, but I ALWAYS LAUGH SO MUCH and so hard. It felt good though - cathartic. Part of what was making me laugh so much was Sood's nose, which is really awesome by the way :P AND THEN Sood burst into horrible, high-pitched and all-out unbearable singing. The playlist included songs like Khwaja Mere Khwaja, Jab Mila Tu and Tere Bin. All painful. Excruciating. Terrible.

After this, we all piled into pigeon's room again and tried to play Pictionary but then realized there were no pictionary cards. Pictionary fail.

Then we were trying to figure out what to play, and attempted poker, but all the math blondes like me and AS and G just didn't get it so that was another big fail.

THEN we played this story-weaving game, where everyone had to contribute one sentence to a story, and it went something like this:


Sood: Once upon a time, in a village, a man walked out of his house and suddenly dark clouds gathered above him.


Me: And then...it started raining bananas.


SB: And then, the man opened his mouth and tried to make a banana sundae in his open mouth.


G: Uh..then he closed his mouth


VM: Then all the bananas fell into a river and got fished out by Bongs


AS: And all the Bongs wore thongs.


RA: Yeah...and far far away, two women were cooking...


Me: they couldn't figure out whether to use toad's eyes or goat's heart for their husband's meals.


Sood: And then a villager came up to the king of the Bongs..this villager was strong and Punjabi


Me: And his nose stood far, far, far above the others


Sood: *evil glare in my direction* YOUR MOM STANDS FAR FAR ABOVE THE OtHerS


SB: But then the evil Punjabi with the big nose's spirit possessed a studly girl in black aviators


G: *evil glare in SB's direction* and then her nose began to grow


Me: And grow...and grow...and grow... and grow...


Sood: HEY!


G: Fortunately for the studly hot girl in the aviators, the nose was detachable.


AS: And then it fell off her face and the Punjabi's face and washed ashore where the two women were still figuring out what to cook

RA: THANK YOU for remembering the women!


Me: So then they just used the Punjabi's nose as the key ingredient


VM: And then history repeated itself...and it started raining bananas!

After killing ourselves laughing about this, we went out onto the terrace and just hung out for a bit before going down for a walk.

I had to leave early, but this entire day was awesome.

I believe in good, clean fun - and it never fails to cheer me up.

I love you guys, thank you for being there <3.