Well, heres my report.
The day hadnt been very gr8. tho india won the match and the series 6-1. The mechanic had spoilt the fun by releiving me of a lot of cash citing ‘much needed repairs’ to my scooter

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Neways I reached ES at 5.40 pm (10 mins behind schedule), there was no trace of neone from the borads. I met a friend and spoke to him for abt 10 mins, during the convereation I kept looking arnd for ne familiar faces, but none were visible. 6 pm and I was felt like i was made a MTV Bakra. thoughts of a sinister plan by all the FHDBians against me started moving arnd in my mind, so I bought myself a coffee at arnd 6.15.
By 6.30 I was finished with my coffee and had almost decided to make a move. One hour delay was way too much by even hyderabadi standards. but just then betty walked in.
Phew. She had just setteled down when labelle followed. The sinister plan thingy had left my mind by then.
The next 2 hours flew by. Met pingu and dareversesting (which as he explained is ‘the riverse sting’). Sherry came with dare. General, Jungle and IMFB came and left for ciggies within no time. BW finally gave me the rock music CD. My mom already loves those songs

Met CAD jnr. Watch out for him ppl. He’s gonna be the next big star on FH

HP sar came at arnd 7.30 with Mrs. HP and HP Jnr. HP jnr is just too cute

YCR appeared from no where. DQ, ZC, Plefp, Mods were the hopt topics of discussion.
At arnd 9 pm, 7 of us (Mrs. and Mr Betty, Me, YCR, Pingu, rock, Labelle)left for Our Place in banjara hills for dinner. I and rock reached there first and were greeted by ‘Chhahunga mein tujhe Shaam Savere’, which was being sung in way that even Mohd. Rafi saab cldnt have matched. The singer obviously wasnt being paid/fed properly and was taking out his
anger on us. I requested the waiters to feed him. but they thot i was joking

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Betty and co. came in after five mins, followed by Ycr and pingu, who left almost immediately.
The steward said they don’t serve free onions, which majorly pissed-off all of us. Any way, we placed the orders and discussed various issues rangng from ‘who works harder at the workplace - males or females’ to ‘su-shi’. Mr and Mrs Betty shared an unforgettable expirience they had at Yatri Nivas. that was darn hillarious.
After abt 20 mins the food appeared. Curries were good (chicken kali mirch, chicken tikka masala, Malai Kofta and Mix Veg). But the roti’s felt like papad’s

. The waiters cldnt understand a word of wht we trying to say...it took a lot of explaining to make sure that the next set of roti’s was soft. Theres an unwritten rule, it seems, that if u dont ask for soft roti’s u’ll not get them. u shd have told that to us before, we argued,
but theres wasnt ne response.
Ne ways we finished wht ever was served. Before the bill, came the feedback form and quite in explicably only the ladies were asked for the feedback

. But betty and Labelle made sure that we had our say too

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Dinner over, we decided to have Ice Cream at melting moments. This time me and rock went on me scooter. It was darn cold at the KBR park road, but none of us was complaining a lot, coz we both love cold weather

. the ice cream was gr8. Mr. and Mrs. Betty narrated some funny incidents from there college days.
At arnd 11.30 we decided to call it a day. I dropped YCR at punjagutta, while rock and labelle hitched a ride in betty’s gaadi.
For me it was a gr8 end to the day.

People are crazy, at times are strange. I am locked-in tight, I am out of range.
I used to care, but things have changed.