Work somehow became hectic for all of us and we decided to take a break at any cost. Last Saturday after a two and a half hours journey from Mylapore to Koyambedu, Anand, Krishna, Fenn and myself took a bus and reached Pondycherry in three and half hours. After finding a descent room at damn cheap cost the actual rituals of going to Pondy started. Moreover India won against Australia and we celebrated it with Australian beer. It all started at 10pm and I remember things till 2am.
The next day we woke up only to go and raid some DVD shops. We found some amazing titles available and we kept filling our bags. And before we started back to Chennai, Anand and myself were desperate to be a smuggler for once. And just for the heck of it we smuggled some Bacardi Rum and Wine to Chennai. It was all for the joy of being a smuggler because the rum and wine are still untouched and hidden in my room.
Today I took a jeans from my cupboard and found a piece of paper inside. It was the bill for the Bacardis and Fosters. The jeans had been washed with the bill inside. Somehow no one saw. Great escape. This Pondy trip was in someway one of the most memorable trips. Loads of fun. Loads of happiness. I’ve rarely had fun and been happy at the same time.
Lessons from this trip.
Take a bike to Pondy. That is any day better. And very much comfortable. You don’t have to see a cuddling kadhal jodi in front seat with the flower from the girl’s hair often flying to you because of the wind.
Anand makes a half boil with one breezer and half beer.
Fenn found a girlfriend who works in an evening shift.
Wholesale shops are costlier and retail shops are cheaper.
The week before going to Pondy, I met a friend. A very good friend. Spent two evenings together thanks to the mess Abdul made. I’ll never forget that. The dinner, the bike ride. Simply loved it. And yes Krishna has joined as a Publicity Manager with SKC with a five figure salary. But the figures Krishna has in mind are completely different. Congrats da machan.
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I’ve rarely had fun and been happy at the same time.
eh?
having fun doesn’t mean you are happy … its just fun …
being happy is completely different
*raised eyebrows* like that. meaningful, inner happiness. that floaty feeling. =)
nee romba nalavan machan
@ suraksha
ya ya … with some butterflies included
@ anand
naan fenn ah vida nallavan ah da ?
Butterflies and all huh?
interesting…very interesting…lol 
The bottles remain untouched eh?
Want me to help you??
Smugglers deal: You pass me the rum and I give you a portion of the tequila that we acquired from Mumbai ….
@ sarah
ha ha … fenny even had dragon flies flying inside
@ sagaro
one full bacardi rum for a portion of tequila ? you must be kidding …
Care to explain the butterflies to me?
Why do I smell something fishy here?
@ deep fried
cant explain. you’ve to experience it.
when breezer, beer and rum mixes, when friends meet up, butterflies are born !!!
yep smuggling is good fun AFTER you’ve crossed the toll.
we brought out 6grand worth of booze during our pondy IV, bribed the bus driver and stacked in my bag. Nearly shat my pants on the way out of the place
but why did u have to bribe the bus driver ?
and 6k worth booze ? dont tell me you guys drank it all …
we told him to hide it in a safe spot. cmon it was our college trip, no way we were carrying 8 clinky bags with profs around. But that didnt work the way it should have, coz on arrival we found half of it missing and nearly beat the shit out of him at koyambedu. ahh long story.
The booze was split between 11 guys
@ planemad
cheers mate, you guys rock … am planning another trip this month end … not exactly to pondy, but if all goes well, we’ll be stopping by pondy for refill …
my college trip to pondy sucked big time … we were made to stay overnite inside auroville and the bus we went was locked up … it was like a prison, but the next day ofcourse was freedom, the auroville private beach permitted us in … birds in bikinis … cant forget that …