HOLIday!

As usual it was abhi’s plan. I did not know it would turn out to be one of his best and as usual I decided I shall not ask too many questions. I travelled all the way to prer’s house in the in jungles of Andheri. As usual, abhi did not follow instructions and got lost in the rambling lanes of Poojaryland. Prer gave us a scandalous look. She scanned us both head to toe expecting riot of colours to burst forth. But it was to happen elsewhere. We kidnapped prer from her house and her mom was quite willing to let her get kidnapped. (prer was worried about something else. Her supersensitive skin and her multi thousand rupees worth of a shoddy hairjob!) On our way  to VVM’s, where sadly a death had occurred that very morning, prer and I enjoyed ourselves as we saw three idiots fight each other’s bloated egos.  All of them threatened each other to go home and dunk the plan. Hehe, as usual prer and I kept mum and cool, and had the three idiots calm down and stick to the plan. Alas, it was no longer a surprise for niri but she was definitely not expecting what was to happen at her house later in the day. I directed all A/C vents in the car towards the head of one of the idiots and the idiot smiled. The other two headed for VVM’s place on the bike. I think they were smiling too, albeit for different reasons. VVM was supposed to clean up the clutter in his room that day. His dad promptly sent him upstairs away from the mourning congregation. But then he was ‘supposed’ to clean up the clutter in his room. We kidnapped him. The bike and the car sped towards New Jasmine and the third floor resident who was more than willing to get kidnaaped had just taken a vain bath. Hehe, funnily she hanged into something that fitted for a clean evening out with friends and not to be raped by colours of all types and shades. Hehe. We gave her electric blue highlights for her curly locks. New ager punk! Niri’s pop gave us a warm welcome at Asiatic Enclave. He did not know that the lobby of his 12th floor apartment was to become a sight for sore eyes exactly 2 hours later. It was almost an hour later that we realized it was no fun without water. The lobby of 1201 was too clean with dry colour powder. The shade was a sickly aubergine. And mind you- seven of us played holi at her place with a modest 3L of hechtoo “o”. Half of the 3L went on the floor , on abhi’s torso, Kja’s pants and god knows where else. Vip suddenly brought out what we all dreaded the most. The golden colour. Yucks! Luckily it was non sticky and all our faces were     so much colourpaste (with 3L that is what we get) that the gold refused to stick. And then they decided it was time to clean the floor. I was the lightest and the best mop they could find. Hehe. Sometime later they decided to mop the floor again. And much later, they decided to try out the most awkwardly designed and a very out of shape mop (good for me). Abhi. He was a two way mop – could be used both ways, front and back. The difficulty in using him could be ignored because he covered a large area in a single sweep of his enormous Bodla. The team then developed different mopping styles according to the size, shape and of course the weight of the mop. The longest and the heaviest swept the floor in a circular fashion. The shortest swept it really well. It had an option of central water spray as it swept. Hehe. VVM’s floor trick was the best. But then they suddenly started to miss the good old faithful mop! After eating mutlicoloured puranpolis we parked our multi coloured derrieres in the car. We decided that Angiee was a the longest microbe which required staining to be identified. We first gave her a tobacco facial and put some, actually lot of, tobacco conditioner in her hair… the conditioner turnedout to be the cheapest hair colour and developed into a rich magenta on slightest contact with water. The rhodamine powder resembles tobacco . after that Angiee looked straight out of Avatar (excepting to the fact that the Na’vi were blue). Well, Angiee could be a highly mutated, highly dumb, hitherto undiscovered subspecies! Poor shardul and sanket arrived nicely dressed up. What were they thinking for god’s sake? Soon angiee stopped feeling lonely. Meanwhile some time ago, abhi n I had had one of our stupid but endearing fights. As usual comments were passed, conveniently ignoring one’s own closeted bones. As usual we patched up ignoring them. it was tummy time. All the Na’vis nervously entered McD’s but then the nervousness soon turnedinto brazen overconfidence once we realized mcD’s needs our money more than we need their food. Abhi and I said sorry to each other through the longest hug ever. As usual eyeballs rolled. As usual we pecked each other on our cheeks. We soon learned that KJa’s family had shelved their outing and hence we could proceed to his lair to enjoy the rain showers he had promised us. Abhi had his cute little cousin’s b’day bash to attend. My pleading but logical voice failed to make a case in front of abhi’s mamma’s soft but firm voice. As usual abhi and I parted with another long hug. The eyeballs rolled and rolled and rolled. And then stopped. I guess they got cramps. Whosoever had come up with the idea of a rain dance on KJa’s terrace was an idiot and idiots enjoy their lives the most. Hehe. The spray, the wet clothes and the slight breeze. Powerful recipe for making pot kulfi out of live humans. Brrrr! I love god for making me a boy. I took off my tee (which was white in the morning but the same sickly aubergine now.), squeezed it dry and wore it again! Hehe. The girls were jealous. Oops! We forgot that Mumbai was short of MLDs of hechtoo “o”! Doctors could not have behaved more irresponsibly. Golya wasn’ t scared of the Na’vi and KJa’s mom made the best bread pakodas ever. Golya danced to her heart’s content while I thanked KJa’s father for buying a cooler. I had dried in the last place to dry. Oh by the way, KJa is lucky that his bathroom tiles are black. A Na’vi bathroom would not have looked nice in a human house. VVM had somehow managed to weasel out car keys and the dainty 800 carried the six of us after abhi’s had left. That same dainty 800 took centralites to their abodes. Prer and I threw ourselves into an unwilling rickie and made him drop us till prer’s home. I missed peshwe and sid. I missed pra the most. I cursed him all the same. He had missed one of the best times with his friends and we had missed the whitest mop that could have cleaned the now famous lobby of 1201!
Thank you abhi for the plan and sorry bro for you know what