“Case of the missing wheel cups” … its all nostalgic
Well …. after college … and after aman left town … I’ve been the lone one. Been in the city beautiful,been at home … but feels like I’m the one who’s away from home. Everyone left town … gaggu, vishal, rohan, ubhi, tanay, aman. Not to mention sanchit who left after 12th.
So, I’ve been the one who’s actually alone now.
Tanay landed in the city on saturday. And here’s how we spent the weekend:
- Saturday: Dikshits engagement (thats another shocker … its too emotional for me to even write about it)
- Sunday: Euphoria live in concert
- Monday: night trip to Kasauli
- Tuesday: barbeque chicken for dinner, late night coffee at barista .. long talks…
- Wednesday: visiting friends places
So, when dad asked me about the missing wheel cups on the front wheels of the car after the night trip, I didnt have any answer. It was actually … of all the things … nostalgic.
Missing those trips to the hills, missing the bikes, missing the car, missing all and everyone.
Its actually true, “When you miss your buddies, the days go fine, its the evenings that get to you”
Wheel Cups……….!!!!!
Damn….. and what about the carbon on the discs…..;)
Didnt he ask you about them…Or the barrier ticket you forgot to throw out the window, or the bottle cap that stay hidden under the floor mats, or the hair bands that show up here and there, or the pine cones u picked up in the hills but never took them to your room, or the aluminium foil wrap from golfers kas. that you missed, or why you were still up at 5 in the morning, or why u have such huge spends at aroma ..that too beyond normal hours, or why panchkula sec 4 roads bring a wicked smile, or the constant complains about how the alpine stretch NEEDS to be improved for “road safety”, or how the car clocks 4k-5k every month, or how…well lets leave it at this…too many skeletons in teh cupboard I guess.
Its a clasic case of too much too soon…….or maybe too little too late.
Punk
KASAULI??????
bad without me….
huh…
gotta guess y u went living ya other friends lik me ???
rulz- hey dude u didnt take me to hills?
navv- hey no man i was with my friends.
rulz-wat am i???
navv-
waiting you to bend down for ???? WATEVER!!!
aman is right tho…
loads of untold stories of tat nite n incomplete lines too…
neways
cheers yo
dont forget GOA???
hi there,well i was looking around ur blog n saw that u have somehow(computer gimmick) managed to link my blog to ur’s………….now that makes me nostalgic!!
thankz…..i see u in a different(by that i mean the good)light today…
n i just read aman’z comment………..bottle caps,hair bands…seriously?
definataly a different light now.
@ Rulz: well … these stories are I think best left untold …
Who, When and HOW ?? …. lets not get into that … what say aman ? 
But I guess you can make out what aman is trying to say
Hmm….. Lets not!
I am really tempted though…..hehe
I’d like to thank u for putting our fabulous five days in such a gr8 manner but the truth is that the memories attached are too precious to merit a simple thanks. They require somthing nameless(at loss of words) which may sum up what all, we experienced again after a long time(now everone refrain from thinking in the direction of Brockeback Mountain).
Moments like these are the small mercies of life which let you remember the definition of happiness.
It’s not the absence of happiness but the memory of happiness that has the power to inflict pain.
p.s. sorry for the late comments though.
@Tanay > I hope “Introspection … could be injurious to health” now makes more sense to you …
memories … live your present … retire to your past …