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How often do you get back home at 5:45am, hair all coarse and entangled, putrid alcohol laden breath, eyelids weighing down like lead weights, back a tad stiff, yet, spirit soaring high as the first light of the day lights up a quiet a smile on the face. Sometimes, we decide to do something really stupid, and we love for those times. The times when we just head out against all odds, shrug off the common sense, and throw reason in the trash can.
We did just that, couple of nights back, bang in the middle of the week. One friend was visiting us, and another was about to leave - to erase everything on the blackboard, that is life, and start afresh. The occasion had to be given its due respect. Hence, we decided to head out at the stroke of midnight, to drive down some 80 kms to the Coffee Day on Mysore road. Someone suggested that we get some beer on the way, so that too was taken care of. Only at that hour, are the roads of Bangalore a pleasure to drive on (not all of them mind you). All that’s left to do is to roll down the window and let the good riff or the rhythmic bass-line permeate your senses. (The cool beer down the throat doesn’t feel too bad either!)
Joking, munching, chatting, drinking, humming, clicking, we overshot the pick-up point for C by about 10kms. But no one minded the 20 extra kms on the road, except for C, of course, who had been waiting there, braving the chill. The effect of the beer was evident only when I got off the car and realized I wasn’t walking too straight, and come to think of it, I had advised K, who was behind the wheel of the other car, to take it easy with the beer. B, with his motion sickness compounded by the beer, was queasy on the way back and let out a few jets of murku and a quarter donut marinated in beer.
By the time we got home we were half dead, with the ringing thought of getting to office in a few hours time. It was promising to be a hell of a day. K had to attend meetings throughout the day and ended up calling in sick(in fact he just slept all day, not even bothering to call). I zombied my day through work and then ended up going for a late night dinner, where I gulped in more air, in hideous yawns, than food on the table.

And BTW, tonight we leave for Bombay: 950*2 kms; two days; one Maruti 800; four guys up; three guys down. Later...