Heaven

I don't know if I've mentioned this before on these pages - I get the sneaky suspicion that I might have - but I happen to love my home town.
Pune.
And of the six billion nut-cases currently inhabiting the third rock from the sun, I happen to be of the blessed minority that has finished college in Pune.
Which, apart from Good Luck, Durga, Burger King and college itself, has meant one other thing.

:)

Ungaal. Tell, tell?

Down Fergusson College Road, a little ahead of Vaishali, a little before Fergusson Main Gate.
Loud music and air-conditioners that refuse to work.
A TV that plays nothing in particular.
Waiters dressed up in red shirts and black trousers.
Tall chairs, blue table tops and the Last Supper - Hollywood ishtyle.
Beer.
The clinking of the glassses and cheers.


Pearl Jam and Metallica. Radiohead and Iron Maiden. Headbanging and potato chips that we wish would have been cheaper.

Pink Floyd and Aerosmith. Du Hast and Nirvana. Another Barman's pitcher and to hell with the month end.

Crowded tables and crowded chairs. Waiting lists. Friday nights and metal.

Chicken fingers and another pitcher. Friends at adjoining tables and raised glasses. Smiles and nods. High fives and more beer.

Head banging. Beer. More head banging. More beer.
Saturday night.
College.
Apache.

And I may have a job today, and I may not be in Pune.
But Fergusson College road, a little ahead of Vaishali and a little before Fergusson College Main Gate.
Apache.

We'll be back, brothers. With raised glasses and Pink Floyd for company, starting at 7 p.m. sharp.

Apache.
Cheers.