As I was writing the last piece of code, a pop up spruces up from my office communicator
“TGIF” with Sunny’s name at the top , soon Anupam, Shobhit, Satinder , Varun, Oj, Anirudh , Pawan, Ashutosh are also invited for group chat.
“What is TGIF dude ?” wrote Anirudh
“Tujhe TGIF nahi pata ? ” wrote sunny
“Are yeh TGIF nahi jaanta” soon all just sprang up on Anirudh as if TGIF was as famous as PSPO.
“TGIF means Thank God Its Friday” wrote Varun
So here came Friday again and as usual it was time to chill and celebrate from sucking IT life.
“Let’s move out from office and get together at Ponnu Da Dhaba on East Coast Road”
This was our favourite hot spot for weekly get together and the best place if you love non veg.
“Satinder , yaar don’t forget to call Maninder , Manjeet and Guptaji too “ Sunny sent the last message and close the chat session.
Everyone just finished off their work in office and scurried to our “adda”.
Chennai is one of those metros where you get the feeling of being in a alien country with all alien environment. Add to it is the hectic life of software engineers who are pissed off from their busy schedule .Luckily we had formed a group here with friends from different companies.
We made sure to have a weekly get together to dine and chill out,no doubt nobody liked to miss this weekly affair, making excuses to their bosses and girlfriends to be here.
Soon Satinder, Maninder and Manjeet came there on their Enfield with the thunderous noise which would make any bike lover go crazy.
They were soon followed by rest of the friends on their respective pulsars and cars.
Everyone had their own stories to share , the girl who was the hottest one in other team, recent movie released, plan to switch job ,discussion about the T20 matches, cursing our respective managers , chennai food, college life and all those stuff.
Amidst all these discussion we had been responsible for half a dozen chicken’s death , some pounds of rotis and salads and bucket full of lassi.
“So bhai log whats next ” said Satinder. I saw my watch , it was 11 pm .
“I feel like having a cup of tea” said Shobhit.
“Ok lets have it ” said Pawan.
“Let me finish first dude, I want to have tea in Mahabalipuram” said Shobhit.
For normal human beings it would have been a crazy idea to drive 90 Km for a cup of tea , which is easily available anywhere in city. But ours is no ordinary group , we are group of crazy fellows.
All jumped on their bikes to drive for a cup of tea.
“Yaar the weather is awesome today with full moon shining in the sky” said Pawan
“Kya mast maja ayega drive karne mein along the seashore” I shouted
ECR is known for the beauty of sea admired from the road running parallel to it till Pondicherry.And if its full moon night the sea is more beautiful than ever. And for crazy people like us this was one of the excuses to drive along and enjoy the nature at its best.
Soon our bikes were zooming on the ECR road.
“Koi deewana kehta hai koi pagal samjhata hai”
“Yeh dosti hum nahi chodenge”
“Bolo tara tara…”
“Talli hua talli hua … yara dekho yara mera talli hua…”
“aaalll izzz wellll….”
All were singing in chorous at top of our voices and driving while people watched as if we had committed some crime.
But who cared.
On a beautiful location we stopped and ran towards shore .All dragged each other into water and were splashing water on each other, feets in sands ,hands held by bonds of friendship, laughter and giggle all around. Suddenly there was vehicle approaching us with multiple halogen lights on it and siren ringing with top of the pitch.
Suddenly my eyes opened and I saw my room filled with smoke and the fire alarm ringing. I ran in the kitchen with smoke coming out of the tea pan and crystals of sugar lying beside. Here I was thousands of miles away from my friends in alien country all alone
I wondered whether it were crystals of sugar lying scattered or my life ??