COFFEE AT CCD…

My last visit to Delhi brought too many memorable incidents, when few of us (my friends) spend an unforgettable evening at CCD. That day, rain god was emptying his long hoarded vessels of water.. also Daman and me were hit by a couple of feet of water on road while reaching Delhi..

But d main difference was because of my friend’s joining party.. he was asking us to have the party at pub, but a good resistance took over his will.. so we decided to drop the plan and just have a coffee after dinner hence we ended up reaching CCD..

My friend (d host) was angry when he came to know that GAURI had slapped him on orkut (with a speed around 300km/hr, too bad).. he was showing his anger by calling dogs by d same name (GAURI).. but Entrance was quite welcoming as there were many chicks around and we hoped for a good coffee.. as soon four of us settled down, soon came GAURI (now its d waiters turn), asking for order..

We ordered him a coffee and he said something we all cant understand (was in English but I m sure he cant speak same thing slowly).. all of us were watching each other faces.. then our host called out we want this (pointing a finger on menu’s list).. again he said same thing (sounds like Chocolate ice cream), again it went above our heads, we said ‘yes’ , thinking ice cream will be in chocolate flavor.. we were write but when our order was served we were shocked and looking at each other.. saying “what d f**k”.. he placed a single glass of coffee in front of four of us and he was watching, so we were.. what he meant by that “foursome”??? we continue to stare, finally I asked, “where were r other three coffees?” He said we asked for one (is he mad??).. finally he went to bring three more...

By then our host was is full flow.. he was explaining us how much his two girl friends are ‘THARKI’.. he made a graph corresponding time span (I will try upload its copy).. but he concluded that one which he considered more THARKI was actually much better.. we all feel ‘isko to kurkure or coffee chadh gai’. We were feeling pain in our cheeks, as we were laughing too hard.. ever where we were finding GAURI.. those three, three and half hour stay was ballistic..

While leaving our host wanna use washroom, but he was told by GAURI (waiter) “its not working”.. we couldn’t understand what d problem was, as its was our Host who needed to be working or washroom?? and we all laughed to d peak.. Surely GAURI was d real reason for this rocking night out…

GUEST HOUSE

My temporary address for last 5 months had been:

SUBSTATION FLAT No. 1

NAVJIVAN VIHAR,

Opp. GEETANJALI ENCLAVE,

NEW DELHI

When this address was messaged by my friend, I thought great Reliance has given us flat (with a room for each) in South Delhi.. Now I can say how wild we can think.. Guest house is at a damn good location (actual place might not b that welcoming)..

So how my friends reached there?? Some with help of there relatives (must be permanent resident of Delhi) and other like JITU and BHUV, who went for a ride.. They hired a taxi, reached NAVJIVAN VIHAR.. Knock-knock, whose there?? ‘We are guest of this house/flat’ one of them called out to guard. ‘Let me check’ come d reply.. Two minutes later host was there, ‘Do I know u? Who are u looking for??’ ‘We are trainees of Reliance Energy’ ‘Oh!! U r at wrong address, u might be looking for substation’. The guard show them the path.. Later we come to know that man has 5 Mercedes with No. 7777 on them (indeed, a retired chief judge).

Welcome (I can’t call it my second home, chalo) to Guest house (I don’t think it can be either).. It has 3 Rooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, a dinning room, a lobby, also reliance phone (for those who used it).. It’s surly a nice big flat (in Delhi’s standards but no individual room), we were 8 to be hosted in it, including Shuchita. So we were loaded as 3, 4 and 1 in the room (remind me of hostel).. My room no. is 003, exactly opposite her room.. I m not joking we used to share her Bathroom (actually they were co-ed)...

Ohh... I forgot to introduce our host “RAM BAHADUR” aka RAMU.. 5ft, dark features, lean, red t-shirt, a man of principle (too many).. Our cook or helper (I will rather say our boss at guest house). ‘Breakfast will be served at 9, Lunch at 1 and dinner at 8.15, I will serve at these times only’ announced RAMU one day. If we say to change the schedule, pat comes the reply ‘Bhaiya Aisa Nahi Chalega’. One day I took my breakfast around 11:30 and I told him I would eat lunch around 3 or so, ‘Main Bhookha Mar Jaunga ga’ he called out. ‘I m not stopping u to eat’, but he said, ‘Main nahi khauga, jab tak aap sab nahi khaoge’, god knows ‘why?’..

Whatever it may b, we enjoyed every time, when someone come to stay and says ‘yaar aish ker rahey ho’.. Top view (from roof) we can enjoy figure conscious beauties of our society.. Also I can proudly say I m in neighborhood of K.K (kali kudi).. My friend’s blind love (truly blind)..

Stay in this guest house was indeed some thing to remember. I won’t forgot those night long discussions (especially those involving Daman), EA Sports Cricket matches, Pawan’s early morning money collection, Ramu’s unforgettable AALU cuisine, and every movement we cherished there...