Some time back two of my friends AD and SM got engaged to each other. Hence a trip to the IT capital of India took place. Along with me to cheer on the couple were also PP, GS, LR & VS.
Co-incidentally, LR also had his birthday on the day of the engagement. The ensuing balancing act between the party and engagement was extremely eventful to say the least.
It all started off with the birthday party. When there are 3 goans and madeira then ruckus has to ensure. Its like Newton's Laws of Motion. Or Boyle's Law. Or a Tendulkar century. There is a certain inevitability to it. And when you add a Delhite, a dentist and a slapgate (a few hours prior to the party) then it further adds to the mix.
So there was music and dancing and fun and frolic. AR played the DJ, GK marshalled the alcohol, VS the ladies. Along with college mates, LR's other friends also made periodic entries. After hasty intoductions which were also forgotten with some speed, everybody made a beeline for the refreshments.
So as expected, with so many Goans in the frame, techno, trance and hip hop was the flavour of the evening. But surprisingly, there were spurts of Punjabi pop on special requests by the budday boy. I distinctly remember how all this started. LR used to love all things Goan and hate the rest in the first year of college. Then he was made to trawl through the depths of Punjab during his summers and God knows what they did to him there, but he emerged a changed man and a lover of all things Punjabi including songs, food, damsels and especially the unmentionables.
But I digress here. The party continued late into the nite and towards the end im sure even if the watchmen had come and knocked down a couple of large ones, no one would have noticed. By the time everybody retired, it was past 4 am. And we had an engagement to reach at 9 am sharp!!!
So as expected, with so many Goans in the frame, techno, trance and hip hop was the flavour of the evening. But surprisingly, there were spurts of Punjabi pop on special requests by the budday boy. I distinctly remember how all this started. LR used to love all things Goan and hate the rest in the first year of college. Then he was made to trawl through the depths of Punjab during his summers and God knows what they did to him there, but he emerged a changed man and a lover of all things Punjabi including songs, food, damsels and especially the unmentionables.
But I digress here. The party continued late into the nite and towards the end im sure even if the watchmen had come and knocked down a couple of large ones, no one would have noticed. By the time everybody retired, it was past 4 am. And we had an engagement to reach at 9 am sharp!!!
