preparing to 'trak'...

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It’s been such a busy time i’ve restricted my blogs to the tiny status updates in facebook then Ctrl-V’ed to Orkut... today’s the trek... the 5-day long trek, journey to and fro excluded... around Amarkantak... the place of origin of Narmada... didn’t find any good material about it on the net and hence i still have not much idea of what we’re getting into... bags are packed... mostly... half the space is occupied by the sleeping bag...

My friends C & N,  have managed to stick together and left in the morning to Pench... some national park or something of the sort... the aim of the trek is to stay uncomfortable for a week... it doesn’t really matter how or where... they left at the ungodly hour of 8am and C called me up soon after to storm about how dark and evil and obnoxious a person i was for not seeing her off... it’s just a week... and it’s a just a few hundred kms... and we still have our phones... i tried to put in... obviously over-ruled... last night we had sat up in the lounge while the musicians of our batch strummed their guitars and whistled through their flutes... until the MP(madhyam pandav) came barging in with his cell and his music and his knife stories and how he’s gonna hunt tigers and dinosaurs in the Bandhavgarh jungles while he also simultaneously grapples with the anacondas with anklets with his 3-inch knife that is one of its kind and is also imported (made in china)...!!

 N’s the sensible one... of the three of us at least... though yesterday she went to the parlour for henna’ing her hair and somehow came back with the brightest blue nail-polish... which she brings to the attention of everybody by drumming her fingers, running her fingers through her hair, waving her hands about more than usual... ;-)

So now i’m stuck with a band of 20... few of whom i know...  but most are still the smile-in-the-corridor-as-you-pass kinds whose name i’m not yet sure of... there’s jadoo, the youngest kid in the block and from an IT company... who is blamed by the batch for everything from the fibre cable disconnection, slow internet and bad lectures(where he asks too many questions) to the bad weather, the frustrated PT guy and mess food...   

32!!!!

 

there’s sandy, the captain, who has ordered everybody to do the special salute every time we run across each other, anywhere... has an incorrigible, congenital problem with telling the truth... it has to be that! Or who’d ever say i looked 32!!... and has absolutely no sense for shopping and got horribly sleazed all over the markets all over Bhopal yesterday... more of my mates when i know them better...

Let me now go and buy myself a pack of glucon-d (orange flavour)... i really can’t understand why people roll their eyes and go ‘spoilt brat’ on me when i mention it that i don’t really care for the white glucose powder... it looks and tastes like something someone sick with no sense of taste, and hopefully unconscious would have...for a last drink!!

Anyway, until later!!

Ciao!!