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one-day freedom trip

It starts with a car ride. I mean all of us had good money, to kar liya book. Initially it feels like “zindagi na milegi dobara” ka koi scene chal raha hai; halfway through everyone is fighting ki mere pasand ke gaane kyu nahi baj raha,,,,,kaahe ki goo hai tumhari pasand—is the common answer. Meri nahi hai, meri achi playlist hai with a little bit of poop stain. Otherwise it’s good..poop stain is also good. Sabki apni pasand hai…

This was my first one. A lot of pictures were clicked. Kudos to my father, jinhone wo phone laake diya jiska camera is somewhat better than the rest. Public property hai bhai ye! Mere phone me meri photos kam hai baakiyon ki zyaada hai.

Trip pe mai gaya tha ki phone gaya tha. (High-resolution trip)

You can never ignore the scenes. You can ignore health, not the scenes. Jab jhonka padta hai hawa ka off a pond jiske around electrical wiring lagi hui hai. Sundar to tha pond. Koodne ka man kar raha tha. Ab ye na poocho kaahe nahi koode. Bhai tairna nahi aata. Kisi no nahi aata. Aana bhi nahi chahiye. Faltu activity.!!.

Reached a “kutiya”,,,, arre cottage! Pyaara tha bahut, chhota bhi tha, paisa wahi diya trip ka. 2100 bucks! Andar ghuste hi feel aarhi thi ki rahenge thoda time yaha par to, bags bhi laaye hai kapde bhi kaafi hai, log bhi bahut hain aur distance bhi acchi kaasi travel kari hai. Phir 80% attendance dikhne lagti hai aur sab dhul jaata hai usi electrical fencing wali pond me.

Phone se khich khich kari bahut aur bhar di saari storage pahuchte hi. Now we will overdo it. We did! One angle three photos was the rule. You could literally see the lipstick shade change in-between pictures. Koi galat nahi hai, bas consistency khatam ho jaati hai. Lipstick ki nahi, photos ki.

I swear I have no idea on how to strike a pose. I guess just stand! Then they do all sorts of things. Unko dekh ke normal khade the ab aur Bandar bane lag rahe ho.

We got bands as proof to show that we are allowed. Ye utra nahi, geela nahi hua aur phata bhi nahi, repeating again!! UTRA NAHI! GEELA NAHI HUA! AUR PHATA BHI NAHI! If you thought what I did, then welcome to the immature boys’ club.

We walk and walk and walk and talk and walk and photos/videos/walk/talk.

We reach there and sit down,,,,,on the grass. No more walk, no more talk. See, it’s about the angle right, so I took the most orchestrated photos ever, like you look at them and think, Damn! That’s real. They are having fun but we literally laughed at the most made-up scandalous things to get a group picture. Main nahi bataunga kya kya bola gaya aur tum pata bhi nahi laga paoge,,,,,unless you can read eyes, then you can figure out that we talked about (muted*******).

Anyways,

Five of us were there and events were scheduled our way. What follows the picture ceremony is some rassi-related activity. I have no idea what is it called. But what they do is- tie you up and cling you on one side of an elevated rope on a tower that skiis you through to the other one…..aur rope ke beech me aake chillana hota hai…like literally. Well, what if you don’t? Then that means you’re just a dead body dangling to a rope that’s sliding your depressed soul across cause you paid so much money for this trip and want to attend every activity. Isliye chillana hota hai.

The apparatus that they hook you up with is damn irritating for boys and adjustment is needed. This becomes a laughing matter. Then the slide happens and khich! Khich! happens.

Ok ok ok ok ok …. So far. So much.

There is too much to the trip that I will not write in this piece else it might lengthen a lot aur boring ho jayega.

I hate social media but since this is more like a learning activity for me I enjoy it and wrote it all down re-living those “pal”. You could give me suggestions on how to write better or some other interesting observation in mind. Anything!

There is more to the trip and I will write it once I get some more free time and better jokes, tab tak ke liye alvida….

wait for the next, will upload it after Diwali..