Streaks of sunshine break through the gaps in the curtain, giving a vague view inside the room and its passed out occupants. Bottles are strewn around, a faint streak of smoke makes it way up from the overflowing ashtray, a mobile blaring away in the night-stand, loud enough to wake up the sleeping beauty herself, is futile in its attempts to wake up the almost dead guys, who have passed out like deck of cards falling down with a small blow of air.
A hand tries to make its way to the night stand, wanting to silent the alarm, knocking down pretty much everything in its way. The phone also faces the same fate and meets the floor with a dull thud. But being a sturdy NOKIA, the fall does not jolt the mobile to malfunction and the alarm keeps on going. "Aahhh" with a slow groan Tarun lifts himself slowly to sit up and to rub some sleep off, just enough to find the phone and silent the alarm.
"Switch the f***ing alarm off, moron" mutters Rajesh, still in sleep, trying to come into terms what the fuck happened last night.
"Dude, Neeraj's arm is over you" slurrs out Tarun, so unclear that even a person who gives spech therapy can't comprehend.
"What?" rising up, Rajesh finds that something is over his back, sticking uncomfortably over his sweaty skin.
"Shit man, we will get late." Points out Tarun, as he rushes to the restroom, not able to tolerate the gurgling in his abdomen anymore.
Rajesh moves Neeraj's arm over, sitting up and nursing his hangover by rubbing his temple, though it doesn't seem to work this time. 'Must have been too much last night. A black tea later on will do some good' Rajesh mulls over and stands up to stretch out and have a morning smoke. "Wake up Neeraj" Rajesh voices out little loud, grimacing out in a piercing pain the second later realizing that it was a bad idea.
"Ahh man, it was too much last night man" mutters out Neeraj as he sits up with a jolt. "Totally man" Rajesh agrees as he blows out his drag, relishing the cigarette.
"I think we should get ready to start roaming around" Neeraj speaks out, as he smears a streak of paste on his brush and sets its meeting with his mouth, rubbing vigorously.
"I guess you need some rubbing down stairs too man" Rajesh chuckles as he points to Neeraj's Major pitching up a tent.
"F**k off dude"Neeraj blows off as he trotts down the wash basin in his undies, as he is known among his friends for sleeping in his undies
'Did I just spot some semen stain in his underwear' flashes through Rajesh's mind as he takes a drag. 'Yeah that's the thing you focus on, first thing in the morning a*****e' jolts the thought out of his mind and crushes off his cigarette.
Forty five minutes later, the trio walk out of their room dressed to their best to snap some memories and possibly catch some chick's attention.
"Bhaiya, ghoda kidhar milega ghum ne ko?"( brother where will we find some horses for sightseeing purposes) Tarun asks the young guy at the enterance of the lodge, who is kind of busy mopping the floor.
"Uss kone mein jaoge to milke ga saab"( You will get them in that corner, sir), the guy replies while pointing to the direction. "Thanks" Tarun replies and the trio walk off to the pointed out direction.
"Bhaiya teen ghode chahiye. Ghumke dekhna hai"(Brother we need three horses for sightseeing), Neeraj asks a guy who has been chatting with some fellow people, with a cigarette in his mouth. "Chalo sahib"(lets go sir) the guy replies while pointing to three of his horses. The trio board the horses of their choice and the horses trot off.
"This is awesome man" Rajesh exclaims. "Totally man" Tarun replies with a beaming smile. "Yeehhaaww" Neeraj screams at the top of his lungs, while making a lasso action like cowboy's with his free hand. "Seems like he is still buzzed" Tarun introspects out loud to Rajesh, who is concentrating more on sitting properly on the saddle, so as valuable things are not crushed in the way of having fun.
Fifteen minutes later, the horses trot to their first sightseeing point. The trio get down from their horses and walk towards the cliff which has a considerable number of people, some enjoying the scenery, some trying to actually listen to the guide's who are trying to put down their knowledge of the place and earn a decent livelihood, while some are just interested in clicking photographs of people posing in stupid ways.
They join one of the group and the guide is explaining the importance of the place. Rajesh moves along with the crowd and finds people looking through a telescope at some place on the mountain opposite. He turn around to call his friends only to find them clicking pictures in weird poses. He shakes it off thinking 'Classic tourist' and concentrates on the place the guide is pointing out through the telescope. It turns out that sometime in the past, somebody climbed the mountain and stuck something shiny. Rajesh then continues to ask the guide about the significance in detail.
"Dude come for a pic yaar" Neeraj shouts to Rajesh. Rajesh walks out to them and the trio click some memories. "If your highness is done with seeing this place to his heart's content, then shall we go to the next place?" Neeraj asks with a sarcasm in his tone and a half bow in his body language. Rajesh playfully hits him in the back and they walk off to their horses.
As Neeraj and Tarun race to their horses, Rajesh ponders over that he can appreciate the beauty of the place whenever he wants, but he can't get this time back in anyway. So he decides its best that he hangs out with his friends rather than focusing on the beauty of the place and the happiness on the faces of his fellow tourists.
"Wait for me guys" shouts out Rajesh and joins them in the race.
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