A Journey Is Organized.

About three weeks back, the times do not matter much these days, Mr. Brown came into the room. I am lying on my bed, the Times are carelessly strewn across. We have each navigated the individual perils of our summer placement process. Mr. Brown has just pulled a marathon 10 hour sleep session. He is as disgusted as we are surprised. This guy needed just 4 hours in the days gone by, when he was massacring the course contents and also clearing his mutual funds' certification.

"Man, fuck, I hate myself for the rut I am in."

Notice: I also have another roommate who is basically, well.... busy. Great guy. But, busy.He is the guy who once claimed that using the MacBook was better than having sex.

Busy guy pipes up now... "Guys, anyone game for the finance symposium ?"

We ruminate on this bit of news. Once night or one day, the plans are made. We are going.
Bombay here we come.

Our entire trip is planned with a Laizzez - Faire' worth being frowned upon. We nearly missed the onward, reached bombay & trudged all the way to the apartment where we were supposed to put up.

Bombay was disturbed that day. I could not meet some old comrades. No battles could be relived again. Mr. Brown had to reach Powai. When I got down from the ric after my journey's of the day he was still waiting for the bus. I had a slightly better time.

Shared auto space with a CA travelling back home from a "7 day, all year" grind. Invited him for the finance symposium the next day. Swanky place Taj Palace. He did not quite share the same feelings after a long day at the office. However, he toed the line just a wee bit. I promised to sms him the venue details as soon as I recharged my phone. Or remembered the location. Forget which.

Anyways. Mr. Brown has a lost puppy look. I had it the last time I was getting drunk at Roost in Mysore, and forgot the co-ordinates for the men's room. We decide, in the name of the holy spirits to find a watering hole.

Mr. Brown asks me - "You on tonight ?" "lets's see."
We reach the spot. HE orders. I wait. I then have one of those viagra advertisement moments. I just cannot get whatever is inside to "get up" and order a drink.

Mr. Brown is remarkably compassionate considering that he is in a bar with no company to go along with him. He changes the subject, so do I. There are very briefly two subjects at the table. Then he very gently permits me to take the lead. There is a good dinner to be finished here and I am suddenly a gourmet.

We walk back after 3 rums(him), 2 cokes(me) and a sizeable dinner.