Foresight

Chapter X

"Yaar the room looks decent", the words flow out of Rajesh's mouth as his eyes wander to the corners of the room, as he expected some patches of failing paint as is the case of most rooms in some dinghy lodge with low prices. Surprisingly that is not the case of their room. Its clean, with a small T.V in the corner, spacious sitting place in front of it where they can down the booze in their backpacks, they bought on the way, with a nice big bed where they can pass out after the booze session.

"Let me freshen up and then we can start the booze session" contemplates Rajesh, as he makes his way to the washroom. A good ten minutes is spent by the occupant, relieving himself of the bursting pressure of his bladder, washing the grim and sweat of his face. As the door opens up, Rajesh finds that the session is almost about to begin with the carpet neatly spread down and greeted with a impatient look by the presiding member's of the session. "Sorry guys" murmurs Rajesh, as he plops down, completing the circle, with the merchandise in between them. "All right, lets get the party started" screams Neeraj, as he grabs the beer bottle and cracks it open. "Yeah" mutters Tarun, with a cigarette hanging of his mouth, waiting to be lighted."Cheers", all three clink their bottle's and take a swig and all three bottles hit the floor at the same time. "We are graduate's now, ready to plow through the obstacle's life is gonna throw at us" are the words from Neeraj's mouth before it meets with the bottle for another swig of inhibition's reducer. "Lets focus on tomorrow's plans guys"decides Rajesh as he lights up his cancer stick. " We got to hire horses to roam around. I asked the lady of this house and she told that it is the best way to roam around. Plus the guy who rents the horses, they know the places to look around and enjoy the stay." Says Tarun as he extinguishes his cigarette in the ashtray in the center.

"That sounds fine. But what if we find some chicks on any of the place? It would be kind of embarrassing for us, three studs on horses guided by the stable guys. We will have to ask those guys to tread little behind in case we run into some chicks." suggests Rajesh.

'prewww' , as beer flies of Neeraj's mouth as he falls backwards as he hears Rajesh pointing out his suggestion. Tarun and Rajesh look in bewilderment as they find their friend rolling around in bouts of laughter. 'What the f**k has happened to him', runs through Tarun's mind.

"hahahaha Oh man, that was funny as shit"Neeraj tries to talk in between his laughter, which is kinda uncontrollable for him. "What was funny, moron? Rajesh tries to demand an explanation. Neeraj still not in full control of his laughter, holds on to his abdomen as he starts to feel a tightening pain because of the hard laughter.

"Yeah, explain a**hole" asks Tarun with a cringe, doubting that he might have gotten high in such a small amount of booze."Is it possible to get high in just three swigs of beer?" Rajesh enquires Tarun, knowing about Neeraj's low tolerance for alcohol.

Neeraj's alcohol limit is known through the entire college. Every student, may it be first year or final year, in all departments know about his extremely low tolerance. It was in their, first year of post graduation, when they included Neeraj in their drinking sessions, that too because he was bugging them like anything. They gave him a bottle of beer to just try for starters. It was Tarun who actually gave the full bottle. But what he hadn't known is that Rajesh had mixed half of their rum in itafter taking couple swigs himself. He had mixed the contents to make a deadly cocktail, but then had to go away for an urgent nature call. Neeraj, like any first time drinker, wanted to show off his enthusiasm and stamina, downed the entire bottle in just five minutes without any potential breaks. Since he didn't feel anything for five minutes, he rose up in frustration, complaining that they bought third class beer, which didn't even give any high. Neeraj was correct. It was in fact a third class beer, for Rajesh was going through some cash crunch and had to resort to third class beer and rum.Neeraj stormed off to the washroom to take a piss, that's when satanpaid him a visit. He got a full blown, earth shattering high, so quickly that he stumbled on his feet on the way to the wash room. But to his bad luck , he didn't pass out and he started to dance around in the lobby to experience his new high.

Rajesh on his way back, saw Neeraj dancing like a homeless on crack, suspects something wrong, but the thought that Neeraj may have downed the deadly cocktail never occurred in his mind. He comes back to the room and tells Tarun about Neeraj. Tarun chuckle's and proceeds to open the other bottler while telling that Neeraj just downed one whole bottle in five minutes and went out. Rajesh considering the fact that it might have just hit him, looks for his cocktail around, but doesn't find it. He asks Tarun about, that's when Tarun opens up that he gave the opened bottle to Neeraj as he was bugging him like hell.

'shit' is the word from Rajesh's mouth as his hands meet the sides of his head as he discloses that he had mixed half the rum in it and Neeraj had just drank their cocktail. 'F**k' is the word from Tarun's mouth as he springs up to catch hold of Neeraj before shit hits the fan. But to their dismay, he had run away somewhere else. Both Rajesh and Tarun run around to search him, but to their vain even after halh hour they are unable to find their friend in distress. When they go the central area in between their hostels they hear the piercing screams from the other side hostel. 'F**k that's the girls hostel' screams Tarun as he starts to race towards the entrance. They find the female guard not in the gate, making their guess correct that Neeraj would be somewhere here. As they run from floor to floor, to their relief they find him passed out in the washroom. They just grab and race downstairs not wanting to get caught themselves.

Back in their room, they put him to bed and heave a sigh of relief and decide to just call it a day. Next day they disclose it to him as he wakes up, that he went to the girls hostel and he was roaming around without a shirt on.

Expecting hell Neeraj makes his way to college that day, expecting the worst to come at the next lecture. To his relief he was never called to the principle's office. Just as thought that he escaped he gets surrounded by the girls on his way back to hostel. It turned out that Rajesh pulled some strings with Andrea and tried to make a deal with the girls. All Neeraj had to do was write assignments of his department girls and he would be off the hook. He figured that this was better that an visit to the principal and he spent the entire night on his penalty.

From that time onwards the entire college found about the capacity of Neeraj.

Coming back to the present situation, Rajesh shakes Neeraj from laughter and asks why he was laughing his a** off.

"Dude you certainly think a lot about yourselves. Did you just describe yourselves as a 'STUD'?" explains Neeraj before falling back as prey to his laughter.

"F**k you man. You are the one to talk, the guy with no history of girlfriends or attempts" prides Rajesh as he takes a swig from his bottle and taking off his shirt as the alcohols starts to heat him up. Tarun also joins suit.

"Its too much workman" replies Neeraj, as Rajesh's swift muscular action and Tarun's deftness grab's his attention. He notices Rajesh's broad shoulder and Tarun's lean torso for the first time. It gives rise to some excessive observation from his side and he finds himself staring at them for some time.

"You okay man?" asks Tarun as he notices the bewilderment in Neeraj's face.

"Just zoned out man. I am good" assures Neeraj and proceeds to have his beer, brushing of his thoughts as the effect of alcohol.