Part 1 - Inception
There are moments which define us ; define our lives; how we are going to look back at events that shaped us and where did it all begin. This is the tale (a LEGEND perhaps??) of one such event!!
I was in the office, at my desk when i received a text from Chacko saying Attur had been selected to go to IIM-C. I called him , congratulated him., and carried on with my day. As usual, Chacko and I agreed to catch up later in the night. Instead of knocking down a few beers, we settled for tea and smokes by the roadside!.
Let me cut across to a different story. We all have things that we would like to do. Items on a bucket list that are pushed way down the list of priorities due to more pressing needs, lack of will or sometimes both. These will never get done until and unless something hits you . And hits you hard.. Very very hard!!
Ever since each one us has ridden a bullet, the fantasy of riding one of those beauties through the meandering valleys of the Himalayas and the desert plains of Leh has been one such dream. A topic that was no more than 'a plan' that got discussed over innumerable rounds of drinks until one man decided that it was time to make that dream a reality.
When i met Chacko that night, there was something different . Mood- sombre and pensive; he was a different animal.
He was reflecting on how the rest of the year would pass. How Attur would go, so would Sharma. And how he and me were going to be left all by ourselves in Bangalore. Over some banter, I let the thought pass! But as i was to realize the next morning; he was going to carry that thought back with him to his house! To his bed! And to his
workplace, until he would seat himself down and pen down his thoughts into one hard hitting email. The email that would sit in our mail boxes the next day until we opened it - a string of 1's and 0's that would make a chill run down our spines; make the hair on our hands stand up and take notice of the contents of the email and most importantly ,make us think long and hard at our time together!
The mail that started it all.. and finished 'US' off!!
I was in the office, at my desk when i received a text from Chacko saying Attur had been selected to go to IIM-C. I called him , congratulated him., and carried on with my day. As usual, Chacko and I agreed to catch up later in the night. Instead of knocking down a few beers, we settled for tea and smokes by the roadside!.
Let me cut across to a different story. We all have things that we would like to do. Items on a bucket list that are pushed way down the list of priorities due to more pressing needs, lack of will or sometimes both. These will never get done until and unless something hits you . And hits you hard.. Very very hard!!
Ever since each one us has ridden a bullet, the fantasy of riding one of those beauties through the meandering valleys of the Himalayas and the desert plains of Leh has been one such dream. A topic that was no more than 'a plan' that got discussed over innumerable rounds of drinks until one man decided that it was time to make that dream a reality.
When i met Chacko that night, there was something different . Mood- sombre and pensive; he was a different animal.
He was reflecting on how the rest of the year would pass. How Attur would go, so would Sharma. And how he and me were going to be left all by ourselves in Bangalore. Over some banter, I let the thought pass! But as i was to realize the next morning; he was going to carry that thought back with him to his house! To his bed! And to his
workplace, until he would seat himself down and pen down his thoughts into one hard hitting email. The email that would sit in our mail boxes the next day until we opened it - a string of 1's and 0's that would make a chill run down our spines; make the hair on our hands stand up and take notice of the contents of the email and most importantly ,make us think long and hard at our time together!
The mail that started it all.. and finished 'US' off!!
As of yesterday attur has his future set. This is what is goin
to happen by the end of this year. And dont tell me i m wrong cos i m
chacko i m very rarely wrong, but of course u all know that by now.
Attur goin for his mba
Tharun goin to germany
Faraz will get into some B school for sure
Sharma seeing all this will get enough charbi up his ass to study
for gate, if he starts i know that will end in him being in some IIT
G has already vanished to some top secret govt agency in bombay
and of course me i ll be here.
Who would have thought the morons sitting in their torn shorts in
some bakery every evening, the morons who stared at 9 to 9 still she felt violated,
the morons who went to goa and hit on some belarus women (who was maried btw
with her testosterone driven husband next to her), the morons who grew their
hair and beard to hide their face, the morons who sent and wondered why jugni
is used in every punjabi song, the morons who ........... the list will go
on and on. Will be the CEOs and big shots and decision makers in big shot
companies in a couple of years.
All these events and recent changes to the future of the
fellow grease monks indicates one thing. There is a good chance
that this leh/ladhakh trip is goin to be one last act of madness, one last
act of craziness, stupidity, moment of clarity, heroism and what not that is
waiting for us in this trip. So lets make this fuckin trip and lets make it
fuckin count. Cos from then on our lives we will be split into two
types of minutes, a minute that u make money and a minute that u spend money
until the minutes that we have been given on this planet runs out.
This trip is not just a trip its a late goodbye to each other.
In the words of the great DAVID BOWIE and later on covered by the
very gay wallflowers "we can be heroes just for one day"
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