"Happy new year, happy new year". May this year bring a lot of joy and prosperity in life of you all..!!It might sound quiet a low start, but this is how it is supposed to be. You all might be wondering that why I have given such a poor start to this book of mine..!! Okay, then let me clarify. It all started nearly 2000km's away from my hometown on a beach side in pondicherry, where we "(me and my most "trustworthy" friends, along with some of those who were not invited)" went to celebrate the auspicious new year night of year 2014, and that too without informing my family.
But from then onwards I can say that, if you want to have a memorable trip, have it with your friends, girlfriend/boyfriend..!! Spare your family, somewhere else so that they may not convert your trip either in an educational tour or a religious visit..!!
Let me get back to where I was, ya on the beach side of pondicherry where all of the gathering were screaming like hell and showing their gratitude and greetings towards their loved one's..!! But we four I.e, me and my three most lovable "gangsta boys" were calm and quiet. Not because we can't speak or someone was stopping us from screaming, but because we were not in the state of doing anything! As around, 3 hours back we were caught red-handed by our trip mates, 'from whom we got separated' in the group of two, one group roaming in pondicherry and enjoying by having meal and the other one was our group consuming liquor in a so called "a/c wine shop" which was not so though, who already knew about us that, we were in there and boozing up..!! But in that state...???? I mean, surrounded by the bunch of fisherman, autorickshaw driver's, and every Fucking alcoholic person in a blackout state! Being from a well cultured and wealthy family, that was not acceptable to us and to them also.
In the early evening we four were searching for a nice bar to drink, but after facing the failure of our mission we have to settle down somewhere and that's why we chose that random bar.And after we started drinking, all of us "(we and the so called gathering at the a/c wine shop)" were in the same standard...."drunk state"!No matters who pukes, where he pukes, how many times he pukes. What matters, is that everyone of us wants to make that night memorable after being high!
So, this is how alcohollically it all begun. Dead drunk, surrounded by the crowd speaking the most familiar language for me thosedays.."Tamil", earlier on in "a/c wine shop" then here at beach. Wishes flowing here and there with the speed of wind breezing at the beach.
WAIT...!!! That was not all. "Boom". "Bang". And all sort of theatrical fighting background sound began to play in the vicinity of my ears, because of which it was clearly audible, 'though it was not demanded'. By the time I could react to that noise or "non rhythmic music", I was totally shocked and full of fear from whatever was going on there!!
Pondicherry police raging towards us in a gradually increasing speed that can be easily compared to that of "Usain bolt's" record speed with their lathi's(a bamboo stick used to get the truth out from a lier, but oftenly used at wrong times over wrong persons) onn to execute their mission "Lathi charge", over the uncontrollable "drunk" crowd, unluckily of which I was a part. I was standing in front of a hotel next to beach and the police implemented their mission "happy new lathi :p" right in front of my eyes. I was freaking scary thinking about "what they are going to made out of me, if they are going to catch me"?? Out of my concious,I raised my hands up as if I am supposed to surrender in front of those nation saviour. I screamed loudly for help, and luckily one of my most reliable and "kamina" friend 'Anand(will describe him later on)' was standing next to me to help his dead drunk and unconscious friend out of that overwhelming situation.
He holds my hand, as if I was his "girlfriend" and drags me like a trolly being pulled up by a tractor with my both hands over his shoulder's out of the baricadding that 'pondicherry policemen' made to block the way of mob. This is how 'trivially' I escaped, but few of my friends got the signature mark of lathi(s) over their different 'private' and 'public' part of their body, that lasted for about a week from that "memorable new year night".
