Eventually party deux did show up; comprising of P and D. Now, some introduction is in order. P is a guy with a heart of gold and a rather fuel efficient car. D is an army child with an independent streak, with a pressing need to take momentous decisions in seconds without wanting inconveniencing anyone. That ends up being an event in itself. This evening however, we had only one thing in mind; fine dining without having the money to pay for it.
We went to a malayalee restaurant, to which I have multiple connections, and had been meaning to visit for a while. Its owned by a friend of a friend of a friend. The same person happens to be the boyfriend of a junior a mine from college. I have also met this said person and he seemed like a nice guy. Plus, if you dont know, malayalee food blows minds, and your sweat glands. We were the first people to enter the place, and became a permanent fixture till closing time. In the three hours that elapsed, we ate many meats and made life changing claims about the food, ordered more till G (girl with money) came, and convinced a vegetarian colleague to meet us post dinner and buy us ice cream. Finally, at 2330 hrs we were done, and drove westwards to drop G, D, and Me (in that order).
Evening 0 minus n: The Jawaharlal Nehru University is a truly spectacular place. A bastion of the left, a shining beacon of political vibrancy, infamous amongst the Indian middle class, and with a bus filled with placard carrying students; it has it all. It also has a thriving wildlife. To me, JNU is good cheap food, a safe place for women in Delhi, and people with terrible time keeping abilities. Full Disclosure: I really wanted to go there for my Masters, and will always regret not being able to make it.
Evening 0 : We drove in and reached G’s hostel. 15 minutes of random conversation later, the ‘old person’ in me declared that it was time to get back home and sleep. We were about to leave, when an old song came on the radio and we stopped the car. Almost on cue, G appeared back in the car, and then began an hour of nostalgia music.
Evening 0 minus 20 years: The 90s was a special time in Indian history. The economic liberalization was in motion, and it transformed all aspects of life in the country for millions. The Indian baby boomers having done their deed in the preceding decade, were bringing up a family with a hope for a better future. However, for the kids, it will be best remembered as the decade of
- Cable TV
- Very very strange confectioneries
- That one friend with a video game console and a computer
- That one relative visiting from the Americas
- Innuendos in everything Bollywood did. EVERYTHING.
Evening 0: Needless to say, blasting music from the 90s in the middle of JNU at 12 in the morning is anything but normal. But blast music we did, burning through our data packs and phone batteries, pouring out collective nostalgia which kids from that decade can never divorce themselves from. Well, middle and upper middle class kids at any rate. It went on, becoming competitive, with everyone playing the ‘most nostalgic song ever!’. Concomitantly, there were comments about how subtly seductive these songs were. Well not Govinda songs. Never Govinda songs. But some definitely were.
The last song was a particularly appealing one. You take Raveena Tandon from the 90s with a seductive dance, in a gangster movie, and you cant go wrong. I shall share the video at the end of the post. Even though I have seen the video innumerable times, I consider it to be quite a masterpiece. It was P’s first time though. That was truly special. We watched it with the same joy we experienced upon discovering FTV, or the Internet.
Now imagine this; you see a car parked outside a girl’s hostel, and you get suspicious. You approach the car to see a bunch of guys and girls, looking rather pleased and rocking to cheesy old songs. You shake your head and move on. Two hours later, you see three of them pushing the car while yelling at each other. Sooooo, apparently, we had left the battery in the car running during our party, draining it completely. After pushing the car with no success, we burst out laughing. We laughed at the state we found ourselves in, the embarrassment of having to do it , the weird turns the entire evening had taken, how it was a work day in 6 hours!
It was google which saved the day with timely search results for ‘how to push start a car, please help google, we will die here and I cant die because I have appraisal tomorrow’. No time was wasted once the car started, goodbyes were swift, and driving tempered with caution. I reached home at 0230 hrs, and passed out while thinking of a title for this post.
All I wanted to do was get lunch from the food court.
No cycling was done today. I watched ‘CitizenFour’ instead. It has sufficiently mindfucked me in ways I cant describe. All I can say is watch the movie.
The song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bV6eClc4ITc
How to push start a car: http://www.wikihow.com/Push-Start-a-Car