On a good note....

00:00 AM, 1st January.

That’s the time when everyone is throwing themselves around (or up, depending upon how much you’ve consumed) and hugging each other and kissing each other and wishing each other and all that. That’s a moment when everyone loves everyone else and greets everyone else with their best smiles and …. Scree…eeech!! My altruistic New Year vision comes to a sliding halt!

“Shut your bloody mouths and get your dirty asses inside, or I will beat the shit out of you bastards!!!!”
That’s what we got. Those were the first words spoken to us in 2006. Or the Malayalam equivalent of it. Which sounds slightly worse. And thank God, we were still on the right side of alcohol intoxication, and the testosterone levels were kept under check with a small effort, and our brains seemed to have registered a few facts –

1. Unfamiliar territory
2. Armed, more powerful opponents
3. Bad light conditions…
4. Possibility of more forces joining the ranks

What the heck, we were just a bunch of drunk, out-of-town loonies trying to create trouble in the peaceful little hamlet in the New Year’s eve – that’s how it would have appeared to them, the cops. And we decided not to challenge their impression whatever it is, and retreated peacefully. Coz we were pretty damn sure that impression was not nearly as good enough to marry one of their daughters off to one among us.
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That was just the New Year’s eve. A blip in the screen. The previous day, and the next day, has been good. Very good in fact. I am waiting to get a little time off to tidy up the pics and post 'em...

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