New Year turned ugly

New Year eve is the most awaited day of the year. Streets will be flooded with food, colours, lights, crowds and off course the playground for anti social hooligans. We triads (Lux, Sana and I) decided to celebrate the New Year in a different way. This is in continuation with the story of triads.

The plot. It was like any other New Year eve which turned rampant and boisterous. As triads, gathered at my “hideout” in Bangalore on the eve of New Year. We were also joined by tsar of video gaming, Manu. We had a bitter talk blended with political uprisings, pro Taliban conflicts, insurgency, civilization and specific spectrums of Indian society. Sana made flagrant, anti democratic and satirical comments on Gandhi, raised provocative slogans which I don’t want to disclose which ignited Manu and I. Meantime Lux played the undisputed role of a negotiator or a diplomat. Clash of the ideologies/philosophies continued, as the discussion reached the vortex and clock started ticking the last few seconds of that year, we raised our glasses of absolute vodka for the last time of that year and tossed to welcome the New Year.

So how did the New Year turned ugly: Well time for gifts and greetings. I surprised them with beautiful gifts; I did some research before grabbing those gifts. It was very sentimental and memorable. Sana felt rebuked, guilty, retarded, raged with regret, as he doesn’t have anything to gift me. He decided to get a gift for me in the middle of the night. We knew that no shops will be open at this time, as the whole world is celebrating the New Year. He was very adamant on his decision, irrespective of the stakes. We tried to stop him, but he neither listened nor retreated. Lux, the diplomat helped him in getting his bag pack and cap. Under the influence of vodka he walked away. New Year turned ugly. Initially we thought he will come back after few minutes. After a prolonged waiting, his departure worried us. He neither came back nor answered our calls. A SWAT team alias a search team (Lux and Manu) was formed and deployed. I gave them directions from home. The team sent spiders (like the Google spiders) into different nooks, corners, boulevards, junctions, potholes, ditches and it continued for a valuable one hour for the New Year. It was unbelievably cold and windy. Hopes deteriorated and languished, the team finally failed and returned home with empty hands. Suddenly the team decided to search the one last location, within the building, in the terrace.

Our educated guess was correct, we found him in the terrace. He was on the floor wearing a cap and bag pack as pillow and in deep sleep near a puke fest. And the funny part, he was sleeping calm and innocent like a baby. The search team lost nerves, pissed, showered a dozen bombastic, diabolical phrases mostly different flavours of “F” words and carried him from the terrace to the room. Initially the plan was to plunge him into the ground floor from terrace, but idea was discarded due to lack of majority. He was like a serpent and murmured throughout the wee hours of the morning. Neither he slept nor did he let us sleep. It was the ugliest, disgusting, embarrassing New Year celebration we had.

But, recollecting those sequences of events makes me laugh and rejoice, because it led us into pandemonium, ignominy, bliss, violence, excitement..... I think the time we invested on that night was just optimum, memorable and will never erase from my memory.