Half days @ Great Lakes Institute of Management, Gurgaon are more expensive than normal ones.

Half days. Yes, its those days when you think you have a lot more time. It might not entirely be true because you will end up planing a day so hectic that getting up the following day would be a task. Needless to say, you would've burnt a big hole in your pocket. IT WAS ONE EXPENSIVE DAY!!

As happy as the gang and I were that we had a half day on the way to the canteen for lunch. We made lunch plans once we saw what was served. Let me not get descriptive about stuff that makes me angry *takes a deep breath*.

After a considerable amount of time spent in shortlisting a place for lunch via Zomato and it's likes, Ansal Mall, the closest mall is known for its restaurants. Zaidi, Richa, Abhinav, Ritvik and I went in to this place called "Pind Balluchi", an authentic Punjabi food chain all over Delhi and God knows where else. Ritvik and I wanted to go all desi so we started by ordering lassi* (*I don't know how to explain it. Please feel free to Google it). After we ordered the five billion Naans* and spicy chicken and mutton items, I can confidently say, "THANK GOD FOR PUNJABIS", if not, Man!! the food here is a disappointment. Ritvik and I ate like the world was going to end in a couple of hours. It was a meal I would've sinned for.

We knew we couldn't walk properly after we ate like the way we did but we missed sweet meats. So we ordered for Jamoon* and Rasmalai*. Like I said, "a mean I would've sinned for."

Later that evening, we decided to go out to someplace. On Tiwari's suggestion, we went to a place called Vapour in Gurgaon. The place suc@#d monkey b$@ls. We were the only people there along with a couple who were in a different dimension. Let me stop there.

Totally tickd off about the place, we left to the next best option. Turquoise Cottage, a place across the street from Vapour.

Ritvik, Ethisham, Yogesh, Ritika, Richa and Abhinav.

An evening spent well. Ritika getting crazy, Zaidi doesnt even have to get crazy and the rest of us were laughing for stuff I don't recall for. We laughed till we cried and we cried when we saw the bill. I guess that's how some days turn out to be. A lot of LIITs (Long Island Ice Teas - Delhi Lingo) later, we got back tottering to the hostel singing some random tracks from albums we don't own. 

Yes, we were off tune. It was no time to check the raag we were singing it.

-Yogesh Babu
(www.fb.com/yogesh87)
 
 

The question of the week @ Great Lakes Institute of Management, Gurgaon:

Dude, did you Karaoke here already?

"No, I didn't" was the answer. As shocked as the Abhinavs were over a beer near the mall. An impromptu plan cropped up. We rushed to our rooms, chucked our stuff and were out within the next 30 mins.

Sumit, Abhinav Tiwari, Abhinav, Yogesh. Some shack near the room. 30 May, 2013.

Somewhere in the middle of cyber city, a place called Route 4 exists. Thursday nights are karaoke nights. Abhinav owns a pretty awesome Honda City (Note: I said pretty awesome. Which means in not among the newer lame looking ones. This one was the best thing on the road in 1998), so we had our way around the place.

We reached the place around 9 assuming it would be empty. We were wrong. We were like bees in a beehive. Clearly, "this place is the shit!!". And to top it off, they had happy hours (1+1 on almost everything)

Our man Tiwari walked in like a boss as he is a regular there and took the mic like it was his birth right. It probably was because HE FLOORED THE PLACE with his kickass vocals.

Yogesh and Tiwari 6 pitchers later @ Route 4, Gurgaon. 30 May, 2013.

I brayed, along with 17,000 other people in the place. Abhinav, the composed one, can sing really well but NO, he disagrees and did not sing (Include foul words of your choice). We're going to make him pay for it. Ritvik, the entertainer, is fun when normal. Super fun when drunk. This guy should be in your gang. Sumit, the Sardar, kept guzzling alcohol like nobody's business. Look away and look back at him and his booze would be over. This Sardar can drink (Just like every other Sardar. Go Paaji!!). Srinivasan, our silent observer, finally opened up and joined the club of being retarded. We are now family.

A lot of Alcohol and a billion songs later, we stepped out to realise that we did not eat AT ALL. All we did was drink. Stopped near a road side parantha place in cyber city and OH MY GOD! IT WAS AWESOME! Hot paranthas, as tasty as they can get, made me feel like I lost my finger prints because of the temperature it was served in. We had them coming continuously. I think we bought the whole Gaadi.

I don't remember what time we got back but we did, safely while we were in the Delhi groove and Sang "Amplifier by Some random guy". It was hilarious.

It was one mental night. We were probably judged and termed as the worst singers in the world but "In the End, it doesn't even matter"

-Yogesh Babu
(www.fb.com/yogesh87)