ANDHRA MESS’ed

ANDHRA MESS’ed

Achuly to start wit I had nothing to write in ma blog.. so just gave a thought, y not to share my experience or so called adventurous trip to vizag for Anand’s wedding??.. That’s how I started to write, u knw.

Wow.!!! VIZAG—so excited... It was as if going to Venezuela or Vatican city..... Hmmm

Well to begin with, as soon as the news broke out that Anand’s gonna tie the knot on May 23rd... Me n sam were the most happiest guy on earth, may be more than Anand himself for that matter (u guys can understand tht rite?? countdown had began )… hmmm . n I need to recheck with him.. So kinda jubilation al together... and celebrations had well begun,,, sweets n crackers were missing, but we did compensate later on and the planning had started long back in January... just were desperately waiting for the day.

Mine n Sam’s ticket were booked (of course by Anand... damn.!!.. still need to pay him back... plz Anand.. don ask it now.. ur a married man…okie),, oh gosh.. all dramatic scenes in office.. kinda fiasco, like how com ava tickets were booked.. without informing to boss , Mr. Mehra, , and whn he got booked, his tickets were misplaced , and dese guys.. I tel u. don wanna name them, started blame game... n I was held responsible for misplacing it, huh... no fault of mine, trust me,, I neva gave a look to it.. finally was found underneath some bloody files I guess.. God’s grace came out clean like alwys.

Before Anand could loose his bachelorhood, he threw a party at 2/3 café, except me n Vicky, others couldn’t make it, missed the feel of MOCHA’s though. Ava so called dulha raja... groom... Anand had to go week early as schedule. And in these days he was so busy tht he dint had time to evn reply for our texts... was in shopping spree... n held up with premaritual customs n rituals. So, no qualms.

Back in office, Mehra altogether had different plans… everybody were going except Ali Ritul (they had some solid reasons , need not get into tht) it was like Talleen moving Vizag for a week… n plan was to attend wedding and den start Talleen-ism… means-- meetings, meetings, n oly meetings.. we were like mentally prepared and ready for tht too., n bloody Sam had worn Mr. India’s watch, was no were in the picture, guess was hell-ing somewhr in hydrabad

We were supposed to board the train on May 21st, a night prior to tht, wasn’t keeping well, and  the thought of going to vizag was so full of excitement and it gave me feeling of full on energized, pumped up, n was ready to rock again, it was as if I had a high dose of vitamin A.. H P Q R S.Z. ???…. News in the air was tht Laila- cyclone had hit(after tsunami, hurricane, and Katrina, now it was her turn, bloody vamp, played spoilsport) n has caused disaster in the eastern coast of India, washing out hamlets n parts of Orissa n Andhra Pradesh to create mayhem. Vizag was also badly hit... thts how I came to knw from ma home. Oh gosh, convincing them was a herculean task. Scenes at home were like they were sending off their only son to military base in afghan border,.. I can understand their feelings., but somehow managed to, u knw.

May 21st Friday

It was chilled morning with drizzles, had rained heavily last nite. Vicky joined me to pick Sam n from office. At the eleventh hour, Purab backed out from trip on health grounds, n was upto the task—giving fundas, n told tht it’s like very risky n al crap, but we guys didn’t give a damn to it. N from now he wasn’t there in the scene. Without wasting much of our time, reached yeshwantpur station in rick. Sam, (Mehra sir’s man-Friday,) was given the task to get the ticket for his wife, as she was also joining the party n was like last moment entry, so we had to rush.

Act 1- Scene 1- Yeshwantpur station.

Sam was standing in the queue to get the ticket. All we could hear was an announcement which said the hatiya express bound to Patna or somewhere I don knw which place, got cancelled. Courtesy, LAILA, disrupted the easy chugging of trains n had to go off track in the eastern coast, so railways were forced to cancel the services. Until we heard that announcement thrice we couldn’t realize tht this was the train which we were supposed to board. Scene at station was utter chaos, people went helter-skelter, grief stricken, and anguish altogether., telecom companies were at their high peek, calls, calls n only calls everyone’s phones were buzzing around. Damn! It was very hard for us to believe, hell broke loose, jaws dropped, threw ava hands in despair, I had taken coffee, gulped at one go. Huh. We never knew tht our joy would be so cut short in a fraction of a second.

Now enters Mehra sir n his family….although we told him bout the train cancellation, he just wanted to come n check things n kinda console us too... wteva, seriously was in no mood to talk, just afford to give a fake smile, then it was time for customary hug n hand shake… apperantly, his wife after knowing that train got pulled off, was the only in thousands at the station, the most happiest person on mother earth. She was as jubilant as if sanai mirza (now malik) has won the Wimbledon championship crushing away the William sisters…, literally jumping with joy...uff... cudnt really figure out wt was cooking in her mind. N by now Mehra sir, had come out with his plan ‘A’, lured us by telling will go to ooty, mysore n some other bullshit place, wanted some kinda outing itseems (we could understand his antics) but we were like adamant, n we gave a cold shoulder. Next moment they were forced to drove back home.

Anand had already slipped into semi-coma state after knowing ava status n was very emotional. We were like left with loads n loads of frustration, anger and only to blame LAILA (now I could understand why do scientists always give the names like Laila, Katrina, tsunami etc.. to all these cyclones, bcoz… girls are the symbol of Disaster., n they really mean it…). We could spot one tea stall nearby, Sam n Vicky were de-stressing themselves by flicking ashes in quick succession. Next to tht was one more stall, where hot dosas were made, earlier I never use to stomach a single one, may be spur of the moment I ate it all n it tasted yummy too. After this session, time was to come out with something happening, Sam had plan B now. Vicky- straight from the horses mouth said, “come what may”, we will attend the marriage,!! That spirit of him gave something to cheer. I just wanted to be a silent spectator, else, would have been at receiving end from both of them. So it paid off… n now only option was to go in bus. Came to the conclusion tht will board the bus, had no other go…. though we were not sure of the bus availability, so just we headed to bus stand to give a final try. It was something like we are in MTV Roadies 10, re-re-loaded, damn, just by imagining 1200kms of journey, I had to rush to w!@#$%^m. but it didn’t matter though as it was time for vizag-calling, mere yaar ki shadi hai.!!

BUS’ted

Act-2, Scene-2-, KSRTC Bus Stand

As we reached the counter where all inter states bus were plying, the controller himself wasn’t sure of the bus service to any of the place in Andhra and told us to wait till 2 in the noon, that means we had to wait for 4 long hours, n luckily there was some last moment adjustment with the bus services, n v were told to board the bus to vijaywada, which was scheduled at 11.30am, so were just waiting for it, as the direct bus to vizag got cancelled again. When Mehra sir got to knw tht we’ve planned to go in bus, he was taken aback, n tried his best n all possible way to hold us back, but to no avail. Meantime me n sir exchanged some texts msgs which were lauding our spirit n commitment n were motivational, (but were all sarcastic...) Exactly at 11.30 we boarded the bus to vijaywada, it was state owned semi deluxe kind of luxury, where seats were supposed to be push-back courtesy, govt buses… neither they could be pushed nor back, so no complaints at all. I dint inform home bout anything until I boarded the bus. Few of the passengers had some issues with the sitting arrangements, the drivers were panic stricken and just wished they could make us reach safely. We were all odd ones out with the rest of the passengers, some were RAC’s (senior citizens), there was no ticket collector so the driver had a tough time to issue the tickets n was literally scratching his head in confusion, it was very painful to see our hard earned money flowing like water, damn, haftu shell out 3 times more than wt we were supposed to pay for train, but, having said before, it dint matter at that time.

We were some 20 odd passengers to start with, finally we started ava journey. It was a great feeling and huge sigh of relief, but the worst was yet come. wow…. It was amazing for some time, was totally lost in the thoughts  …. Had taken news papers, all I could see in that was pics of the calamities caused by the damn Laila. To add more woes, some telagu movie was played, uff.. all I could figure out was cheppu cheppu… n dishum dishum.. nagarjuna’s die hard fan was in our bus.. that’s Vicky.. he was having a real blast.. me n Sam had a last laugh.. damn.. the same movie was played thrice.. means mental n physical torture (eyes n ears felt the brunt) was for full 9 hours at stretch.. gosh.. had no options though, neck had already started talking.. amazing scenery with lush green forest gave a soothing feel. Meantime had lunch in some remote dhaba with true Andhra cuisine, also had kinda stretching exercise. Same was the scene with dinner also. Bloody had vey tuff time to attend natures call whereva the bus stopped. N it got jam packed in tirupati, with full of devotees, we had to loose our seats to accommodate few RAC’s again n adjust somewhr else.

May 22nd Saturday

Thankfully after 16 long hrs in bus we reached safe, but not sound vijaywada at 4am, just couldn’t take 40 winks, were torn to pieces n hell like tired. One hurdle had crossed. Were half way through to our destination. Now was the time to board another bus to vizag at 6am, meantime had tea, stuffs n freshen up. Some private taxi operators came up to us and told to come in taxi to vizag, and assured us tht it will take only 4 hours in taxi unlike 7-8 hours in bus, so we choose to go in tht. So it was kinda change now, were happy tht will reach early n easily in quails. It costs us 300 bucks each, some 20 odd extra bucks than bus. The driver wanted total 10 passengers in it, els he would be running in loss, so we waited until it had no more place to accommodate the 11th. We started off at 6am, tried to catch up sleep for some time, meanwhile fought with Sam n Vicky for the front seat, but I had to be happy with the rear, n it was kinda cosy. Had breakfast in a roadside restaurant and were again ready to head. The driver, hell with him, was driving at the snails speed, even a moped could easily overtake us, damn, wished to throw him out n be at the streering. Huh… with the kind of speed he was driving n music he was playing apart from 3 of us rest n all were having good time.. I was like bugged up, after some 17 requests he was forced to play some hindi numbers, goodness me, it was a latest collection with MNIK, Love Aaj Kal etc… that session was lasted only for some 15-20 mins, den again he had to change for telagu songs as the other passengers started making faces n gave weird expressions. The journey in quails dint give much respite than bus, it was something as burning to ashes in pyre than getting electrified.

The climate was just awesome, with slight overcast n cloudy. On every milestone showing Kolkata, we missed Purab. As we were nearing Vizag, our joy had no bound, with every ten mins of interval Anand called n checked our well being n whereabouts. Exactly at 1.30pm we reached vizag, we wanted to board ourself in lodge den to meet Anand, but he wanted us to stay there at his home only. Just cudnt say no to him, he guided us to his place, n in some 20 mins, we were at his doorstep. Cudnt believe tht we travelled all the way from blore in bus n then in that bloody quails. The sight of Anand gave a very overwhelming feeling altogether, half of the tiredness he just took it away by hugging us… he was totally moved. Gosh….huh. !!, we were offered welcome drink n some stuffs, just wanted to lay our !@#$% in rest after 26 hours on road, n sat in soft pillows ( All were like saif ali khan of dil chahta hai, cut to tht scene, where he sits in pillow after coming from goa in lorry) badly wanted some spa n massage, but ended up in washroom for good 20 mins of shower. Tuned into tv n got to see the tragic incident of AI plane crash in Mlore which took away lives of some 150+ on board, n for this laila was not the culprit at all. . Anand's mom served us a yummy lunch constitute rice daal curd n some varieties of chutneys, hmmmm, just were bout to doze, Anand had arranged for vizag darshan with his friends, so they were rite in time to pick us, Anand had to stay back at home as he was not supposed to go out before the wedding as per the customs. His 4 friends took us to vizag darshan in swanky SUV, r k beach, teneti park, rushikonda, etc etc,,,if reports and stats are to be believed vizag’s one of the beautiful place with asia’s largest colony and the biggest port, which houses the rich of the richest, flashy gadgets, swanky SUV’s, palatial bungalows can be seen everywhere… there was not a single spot left out whch we dint see, every nook n corner of the city… thoroughly enjoyed with dem, and climate was again marvelous. Went to one hill top open air restaurant called off shore… wow… watta place ya, lovely view n ambience, just amazing scenes, decent crowd, had good time.. they wanted to have a mini blast with some spirits n hot drinks, forced us to join dem, but we were really content with some soft drinks, stuffs n gold flake. Me n Sam were kinda surprise n wondering how could they just booze up in day light, n they were all very normal n in their senses, as if having some tea o coffee … damn.. . gosh.. after this happening day we were again dropped back to Anand’s residence. His house was jam packed with guests n relatives thronging to some function n stuffs. Wanted to have shave so we went to saloon, all 3 of us were looking smart n chikna’s, meanwhile spoke to ma mom, badly wanted to hear u knw.. the remaining tiredness which was left out after a hectic day, her call took it away.

As we were entering Anand’s house, he came out to receive us at the door, and was taken aback to see our clean shaven faces, I had no clue as to wt was the issue. Damn.!!. it was considered to be a bad omen if someone enters the house from saloon, and tht too if its some marriage function, gosh.. Vicky was aware of this, but he dint realize tht its still practiced. Straight away we were shown the back door of the washroom again, were standing with our clothes on n to change one by one outside his house making a big scene. It was as if someone’s asking us to take shower at gun point.. huh… and the worst part was we were told to wash the clothes also whch we had put on,,, errr…. was real fun… Anand again was savior. and he played a good host. Our only concern was his parents shouldn’t make out tht we been to saloon, we tried ava level best to hide faces, but to no anvil. Had lovely dinner again. spoke to mom and she was happy to hear my wellbeing n whereabouts. Anand then briefed us bout next days plan, we were just anxious and had crossed all heights of anticipation to know his real plan for the night he’s been waiting for 26 long years.. ha ha.. n were shock to knw tht the much awaited climax or fun was next week as per his kundali and tht too after their visit to tirupati… damn.. cudnt believe it, all our tips n knowledge we shared with Anand went in waste, poor chap… I didn’t see any point in getting married the next day itself if at all one has to wait for bad seven nights even after getting the license to ???? …….. u knw…… very orthodox.. must say, well.. we were instructed to get up early n be ready to go to the hall at 9 in the morning, finally we were sleeping and really wished to never wake up again….. So we call it a day…

D-Day.. May 23rd Sunday

Bang!! Wht we could hear was Anand banging our door, rubbed our eyes and saw the clock, it was ticking 9.30am. Gosh, were rushing to get ready. Everybody was ready with band wala and bus, n we guys were still searching our lowers and other stuffs. Inspite of running short of time, Anand’s mom insisted us to have breakfast, and served us hot idlis, and those were just so delicious. Sam in his 7 year stint in Karnataka, never tasted such a stuff, I too agreed for tht, n arguably it was lovely. we got the real feel of “ atithi devo bhava!!” in a true sense at his home, just got bowled over by their hospitality dammit.

The bus had already left, we were taken in car to the function hall. Good crowd had gather to wish the couple, we found ourself li’l out of place, n decided to stroll somewhr around. The weather started showing off its original colour, it was so hot n humid, but den had to walk almost a km or two to spot a tea stall. Found a stall, had tea n fag, was li’l down with head ache, took a tab n a resolution kinda, that will never touch the cig again, oh gosh, had to pay a big price later on for breaking it.. well… had lunch which was spread with loads of dishes in buffet. The reception was in the night and mahurat at 1.30am, so we had nothing much to do other than waiting, planned to spend the time by roaming around the city, Anand’s dad offered his car, we were like stunned by his generosity, but decided to go in rick. Spent some quality time near the beach road and was nostalgic. Vicky was his at best, joined some kids and was playing like a crazy, was fully drenched in sea water…. we had to remind him tht we need to go back also. While coming back to convention hall, we lost the way, had to board some other bus, and with the help of locals we reached.

Anand was getting ready n rosé to the occasion, we helped him to set right his wardrobe, and also gave him some usefull tips on body language n as to how he needs to look and behave. Much to our surprise he was so cool calm n composed, something like it was his 17th wedding and so damn experienced, no sign of nervousness, anxiety nothing, and we were feeling the heat as to whts wrong with him. He had his gang of friends, had good time with them, it was a huge reception with grand dinner, in a true traditional andhra cuisine style, including variety of sweets n deserts which was spread again with the decore, also there was arrangement of hot drinks for the needy, well all were desperate for that itself. Even we were offered by Anand’s dad itself, gosh, that wasn’t in the making.. goodness me..!!!! Exchanged pleasantries, presented him with the card and nice gift on behalf of Talleen team. Time was for shutterbugs and flashing camera’s, we joined the couple to come into the frame to be a witness of happy moments of darling Anand and had group photo with groom n bride, otherwise, the very camera shy, but I was enjoying that moment and was trying different poses … ha ha... As the mahurat was at 1.20am, some guest and band wala’s had dozed off in their chairs itself, after the heavy dinner, and we too badly wanted to have some quality rest, so told Anand tht we wanted to make a move now, really felt very bad coming all the way from blore and coudnt be there till his last journey (lolz) he understood our plight n gave us a nod. Had left the luggage at Anand’s home, n there was no way out tht we can get tht until next morning.

Next thing was to look out for the lodge, and Anand’s friends took us to some 3-4 lodges, most of them were full, if not, they had issue with us for not having our luggage, tried them to convince, but they just didn’t allow. Finally with the help of his highly influential friend who just happened to meet, we got one lodge, with his reference and on his name they allowed us to stay for one night and asked us to get the luggage next morning. All his friend were heading to have a booze party, one of his friend Mr. Ravi, was already in high spirits, heavily drunk making a scene in front of the hotel which was opposite to junction, not letting us to sleep, he wanted us to take for a ride in his bike near the beach, else he would book a room in our hotel to party the whole night..n screw Sam,, he just hoped on his bike ridding pillion, n been to ride as well,, we guys were just hoping to his safety return.. freak ya.. damn!!! whoever happen to pass by the road, he would just stop them, introduce us as, “ Anand’s friend from blore—“” with the influence of alcohol he cudnt get our names, all he could manage introducing us by, “he is darling 1, that’s Sam, he his darling 2, -- Vicky, n I was darling 3..Xeus, that me... just cudnt stop ourself laughing our lungs out.. and each one used to address each other by BABU or BAVA, I mean everybody were called by that name only… had an ultimate time, it was 2.30am, n finally the other friends took him.. uhhh… sigh of reprieve..!! that high voltage drama lasted for good 90 mins. The room was quite oki with triple occupancy, the TV set was something of 80’s made…. Bloody 100 odd channels, with only couple of hindi n english, tht too we must struggle with the cable wire to spot their faces… were ripped apart after another happening n tiring day, it was 3.00am, just kicked the beds, n we call it a day.!

May 24th- Monday

Vicky had his ticket booked back to blore, we stayed back to complete our next task, thts meetings…the train was at 12.30pm as scheduled, had to rush back to Anand’s house to get the luggage, also the couple were heading to tirupati at 1pm. Got our luggage, met his family for one last time, his bro-in-law was so down to earth, jelled very well with us, wished Anand for his upcoming mission to be happening n ….??? n bade a tearful adieu lolz,, his mom was again insisting us to have breakfast, but this time we managed to give a slip.. Dropped vicky to station, from now he was not there in the scene… was back again to lodge n wanted to catch up with some quality sleep. The temperature was so hot n humid, mercury was just rising to its peak, it was killing hot, literally got cooked up. Ordered the lunch in room and choose to dwell in hotel itself until the climate is bearable. Planned to watch movie, for a change. It was Kinda multiplex, had to choose between Kites, Housefull n Badmash company, decided to go with Kites, always a soft corner to Hrithik u knw, also been to his music launch in Mlore, kinda payback time now.. (lolz.!!. check album in orkut). Damn.. it dint pay well… went thru a mental trauma for 3 hours, courtesy.. Barbara Mori n Hrithik’s pathetic acting display dammit. Ended up having a cold turkey reaction. only respite was the air condition in the hall… else the only option was to hit the exit gate… ridiculous mann… way back, did some window shopping, n bought pair of hankies for Rs. 15/-, badly needed u knw, were sweating out like hell… spotted one cyber café, wanted to check the ticket status, it was showing some 60+ waiting, were supposed to board on Wednesday, found no solace, had dinner n back to room…. Switched on the TV, there was nothing worth to watch other than news, after not much happening day, kicked the bed, and call it a day..!!

HYDERABAD BLUES

The next two days were running hell, had to struggle for everything, right from to book the tickets, lodging, meetings, fooding and all other bloody stuffs, were literally gone bankrupt, there wasn’t monetary aide anymore from office. Doing rounds to railway station n bus stand was the core business. Busses going full, no availability in any damn train, still our current status showed 30+ waiting, so had lost hope in tht. All these days vizag was deserted with non-veg, after googling out one restaurant, had chicken. It only seemed chicken to some extent, were madly missing blore, n desperate to come back. So planned to go Hyderabd n from there to blore, had no more energy n strength again to travel 26+ hours of journey at stretch. Boarded a Volvo to Hyderabad, had only two seats available in tht, so had to accommodate the last seat, one was in gangway. Everytime the driver applied brake he threw me some kilometers, again after that jerk had to settle down to seat… Uff.. bloody bus, it didn’t seem to Volvo by any angle, AC water leaking, was as if sitting in some bullshit cart, anyhow reached hyderabad. Day started with a bad news. The tickets whch were showing some 30+ waiting got confirmed, it was not less than any miracle. The reason was one marriage party of 20 people got canceled their tickets, n thus our got confirmed. N damn… nothing was going as per planned, Sam took this advantage n stated blasting me, right n left. Just cos it was my plan to come hyderabad.. Had to make all tht crap stories back in office about this fiasco now. Uff!!!, visited our old friends of our college days n spent some good time with them. Same night had to board the bus to blore again. Nobody were aware of our short visit to hyderabad.

I Desperately wanted to come back Blore soon, cos had planned something big on weekend, dint wanted to leave any stone unturned, n like always, was running out of luck, so just dint happen as per planned due to some reasons… The thought of coming back to blore was so pleasing, and we boarded the bus. Our joy had no bound, kinda butterflies in stomach. On our return journey, I hit the flashback button and recalled wt all things we had gone thru. I made a mind to pen this experience into a book, n asked sam to give a title to tht. These guys always help out ya, first toxic with the blog name itself (zlospeaksout), and Sam said, nothing best then ”Andhra Mess’ed” would suit it. Thus I dedicate this to him.

First we fought with all odds to reach Vizag and den to come back, not only fought with odds, but with even too.. huh..!!Finally on Thursday noon we reached blore, safe n sound, overwhelming feeling again, back to paradise. Ready to rock again… yuppie, our visit was so much publicized that every tom dick n harry came to knw, n had to tell everything, was like a FBI or CBI grilling. The hangover was taking a toll for good three days. After 2 weeks, n honeymooning, Anand came back with his bride n in-laws. Helped him to settle a new house n other stuffs. often I use to gets shockers and it gave me shivers down the spine just by imagining our journey n visit. Well thanks to laila again, if she had not given a surprise visit, this wouldn’t have been such a memorable experience altogether.

Next is Sam’s big day in December, whaoooo!!!... awaiting for a big fat wedding, another sure shot happening, fun guaranteed event, that would be something the marriage of the millennium to me.. ,, desperate to blog again… "Lucknow k launde, with Delhi ki sardi" (n the blog in the making is --- "The 'nth' time unlucky")

well, it was just a marvelous experience, nightmares, the test of nerves, patience, adaptability, commitment et la….

Looking forward to blog again

Till den ve funnnnn enjoyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!

Luv, n bless u alll!!!!!!!! Cheers…

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(***Comments from Sam, Anand are must)

**If at all they want to

*Sam Speaks-----------Impressive and queiky..
Line after line i got da feeling as if i am reading a pro writer.
Not bad shaniiii...
Acha ab kaam ki baat....
U have covered almost da length n bredth of entitre tour.
n i just get a feeling dat u need one more marriage jurney and ull be a champ.
so here i give u opprtunity to come to lucknow and be part of da ceremony wich is due
in few month down da line and come out wid more powerfull and wittiest cover ups
filed wid emotions, drama, tragedy(naaaaaa)..humour and most importently a platform
so u will have one more feather in ur cap..
all da best...and loads of luv n prayers...
cheers...

*Anand Speaks----------------- It’s a well described narration of my marriage journey….. I am glad that I had got such frnds (SAM, VICKY and Xeus). But I couldn’t enjoy with them, but I will remember them in my life for doing such journey to come to my marriage though they don’t have any idea of how to come over to my place. I am very much happy and I cant express how can I thank these three idiots…….Lapam giri girir……………………..planthar pagadi……..

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