Primary Target: Study
Sequence of Events Planned:
a). Get some frozen chicken and salamis (This was when I was still NV).
b). Get 8 Lit of Pepsi (KS would try to go for beer but I wouldn't let him.)
c). Check all ingredients are available, onions and lemons etc.
d). Once home, put all the books carefully under the table and chat about shit.
e). Prepare the stuff, eat, drink and be merry.
f). Suddenly at 5 min to 11 realize that we need to get a movie from the library. Drive @ 80 to catch the shop, just when he's about to down the shutter. Then, eat his ears out by standing there for 30 min deciding on a movie that we realized that we've seen but thought the other guy might not have.
Now, we have at our disposal, raw chicken, awful movie, chilled Pepsi and "books". So, the next step was peeling the onions which somehow was always given to Ravi (he's the world's worst onion peeler by some fucking miles). After every onion he'd shout about how he's gonna go blind one fucking day. KS would go absolutely off his rocker.
KS: Fuck that. Ravi. You are fucking useless.
Ravi: Yeah, how come you're so good at it but never get to do it.
KS: Fuck it. After you're done crying a bucket after peeling one onion, I finish the rest.
Ravi: Like shit you do.
SRK: Why the hell do you need to peel the fucking onions every fucking time???
[Note: SRK was vegetarian.]
KS: You just eat some vegetables and keep quiet.
Me: Chill out KS. It's still some time away from needing onions.
KS: How many times have you made a fucking chicken???
Me: Never, I prefer to make the dead ones.
[KS would be thrown inside the room and kicked by the three of us after he's had a go at all three of us.]
KS(from inside the room): What's wrong with the fucking cooler?
Ravi: Shut up and take it up yours.
[Quiet]
KS: I'm gonna fucking die of suffocation, shit.
I'd wash the stuff and start preparing. We then would let KS out because he was the best at cooking and we didn't want to sweat it out for crap. For the record, I don't cook too bad just that KS cooked a hell lot better.
So after everything is cooked and ready. We'd ask SRK to bring the ice. But, since for the last half an hour KS has been sticking his ass in the freezer there's very little left and whatever little is there is in KS' inners. We weren't that desperate. KS would hear a few more abuses and come sober after some cooling experience. KS used to sweat like a a fucking polar bear in Sahara desert.
The movie starts:
SRK: What's wrong with the sound? I can't hear what he said.
...
SRK: What did she say?
...
SRK: Is he the ghost? What is he saying???
Ravi: He's asking to fucking shut up and listen to him moaning.
KS: (The ghost is about to come)...Why is that balcony door open? Close that door.
Ravi: Shut up and watch it.
KS: Close that door or we're not watching it.
Me: What the hell. Just now you said cooler is not effective.
KS: Fix the cooler and close the door.
SRK: Bloody hell! He's just scared.
KS: Who's fucking scared!!!
[Half-an hour gone, door is finally closed. KS in in a corner between the three of us.]
[Just before the climax, 15 min. of the finish]
SRK: Fuck, we had to finish two whole books and we're watching movies.
Ravi: Go and study then.
SRK: Ravi, you'd be the first with your hands up when the paper comes.
Ravi: Well, I'm at least earning it.
KS: You've watched the whole movie and 15 min. before suddenly your soul is crying!!!
Me: Just watch the movie. It's only 12:30. We can put in 4-5 hours and we're good.
[Movie is finished, so is the chicken and Pepsi.]
KS: I want an ice cream.
[Rest in Part 2]...
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