At around quarter to 11 the god-sent...Anant calls me up with "Maae...kuch karo....kahin chalte hain". Being bugged up myself...yeah...I'm in ! I say "Call up Sagar, jagah decide kar...Aniket ko bhi bula le...fir mujhe bata de....main aata hoon".
5 minutes later. "Aa ja...Lavazza chalenge....Sagar ke ghar pe mil"..."Ok...coming in an hour".
@Sagar's place. Ritesh bhaiyya is so into body building (literally :p)...leading to a kitchen filled up with health supplements, proteins etc. and he has this "shake me zapper" in his hands preparing health drinks time to time. Its...'now or never' this time....the 4th time :p
So after spending a couple of more hours improving India's civic conditions, discussing a country to settle in and 12-string guitar....we realize ki its toooo late for Lavazza now ! Its 2 pm !
So we are heading to Mulshi now...2 bikes...3 not-so-sensible-sab-sahi-hai-mechanical-engineers with the god-sent adamant on driving one of them (obviously he's not getting anyone on his back seat being an amateur ;) )
"Abe photo le....sahi waali" yells Anant while driving (You can imagine the level of excitement when some amateur gets to drive on a hill side...and cherry on the cake..its Anant :p)
"Pose de...thora attitude ke saath....haan ab idhar dekh........
We stop to buy some cold-drinks and hence on....yeah....I'm the new rider replacing Sagar :) Anant still gets to drive....we usually enjoy him pretending confidence ;) ;)
So now search for some water-side to crash by and have some fun, starts....in b/w we take a break at a roadside and have the said cold-drinks ;) and click some photographs.
We head to the water-side....nearby a not-so-Indian-eastern-western group is having drinks with barbaque ! (Their ethnicity though much seems like Iranis, Anant thinks they are north east Indians...God Knows Why !) and so me and Sagar get off our respective pants (Yes ! We do have boxers and we wear 'em too) and get into the water. By the time we get back...Anant finds that he ain't wearing no boxers ;) but the water is tempting so...he gets in with his jeans on and then, we, as usual pooooore mazze lene ke liye, start throwing stones into the water near where he stood in (Sagar urged that the stones should be BIG ;)) and as and when he is all wet...no more stones ;).
We rest there for a while, have "Pehelwan ki Nutties" (No pun intended :p....its a sweet dish) and I take a shot of the shimmering water (below)....
So now...we are ready to leave. On our way...we stop for a meal at a dhaba....and we have Maharashtrian Chinese food and a too-bad-to-get-into-the-foodpipe tea :|
On the road. After a few miles...my bike comes up with "Dude....petrol ?!" shit man ! shit shit shit shit...Anant is racing ahead, can't see us (me and Sagar), has my mobile phone which has balance while leaving us with a no petrol bike, a no balance cell phone :(.
Bad news never had Good timing.
We drag...drag.....drag....oh ! dhalaan finally...................drag...drag...drag. The distance...about 5 km or so !
Finally, we get to a petrol pump.....fill in...and....its dark already....so we head back home.
Nothing crazy after that :|
P.S.India defeats bangladesh !