The Coconut Groove

STATUARY WARNING: CIGARETTE SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH

STATUARY ERROR: ALCOHOL INTAKE WILL MAKE YOU INSANE.

The blazing sun, piercing the gaps in window was baking up my bed. I lay there half-awake, with terrible pain - i felt some invisible giant hammering my head.I was feeling sick.

The Reason.....

One of my best friend returned home from Dubai for a vacation, he is working there as an Electical Engineer for a Construction Giant (All day long i dream of doing something like that).

He dropped to visit me on saturday, and now the usual scenario - " What does two friends do when they meet after a pretty long gap ? " - Party is the Answer.

The elements in the atmosphere were ready for explosion. A Noon-Movie. Blow up money on Marlboro and More. Then came the final piece- Saturday night Pub.!

We roamed around the packed streets of Brigade road and it's tributaries. Beautiful maidens, Macho guys - 'with a Tom Cruise look', Of course Aunties and Strays (Oops..!!) funneling throught the available gaps and making their way through for some purpose or nothing.

The Flashy-Lights Opposite the "Amoeba" (People in Bangalore would know that..!) instantly hypnotised us, we were dragged into the cave - the name was " Coconut Groove".

Impressive place - Carnatic music playing around, but i was not able to find the source of music - no external speakers.

A man clad in Dhoti and Kurta showed up and placed a card over our table. "Foster's" called my fried. "Uh..Hmmm... A Mug Beer" i said.

That was how we started - and how it ended, please don't ask me.

The dinner on the table, half eaten - four bottles lay dead across the table - One empty packet of 555 and Marlboro with three pieces in the carton.The foreigners at the far end of the restaurant were staring us - like, we are some insects from outer space making them feel out of the place - The ladies around looked very poor, it seemed that they couldn't afford to buy themselves a good pair of clothes, revealing almost every curve, except for few private parts covered up with translucent material moreover the dim lighting was the villain else the show would have been better, - The bill - somewhere around that would make both of our pockets empty, and the tips - i don't remember giving that.

When we walked out, the streets once filled with activity was appearing desolate. "How about a ride" i asked.... " Yeah... Hic-Cup..!! - ride in the BMTC" he replied, we waited near the Trinity Circle for one of the last buses opearing at that dark hours.I seated myself on the platform, my head going heavy... I knew, i wasn't heavily drunk - but the beer made me sick.We got into the bus and i instantly dozed off.

..... The Sun was burning my Butt*. It was difficult for me to get-up, - I felt like everything around me is like a dream - some kind of "Out of Body Experience" floating outside myself inside the room, suddenly i felt someone kick my back, i tried figure out - My roomie, "Dei Kudikaara, Unga Veetla irundhu Phone... Handing out my mobile to me, It echoed "Mom Calling" - Shit.... i took the phone dropped it into my pockets - moved to the washroom, with guilt screaming inside me. I didn;t took the call, it kept begging me to press that Green button - I didn't.

It was in late sunday evening - i called back my mom, the dialogue went on okay.... thanks for the Lemon pieces that i rubbed over my tongue, I was feeling better after the Hangover.

~ I was forced to add those Warnings: Ramadoss won't be happy otherwise. ;)

Insane Quote - "“Wine is constant proof that God loves us and loves to see us happy.”