The adventures of the “ THREE MUSKETEERS”

It was the 28th of February and a few minutes past the midnight around 0015 hrs , I was intimated that “ SHE WAS GOING”( She-->Trip), My heart skipped a beat and the then began the preparations , wondering what kind of preparations ;-) ehehehhehehehe , Now,that is classified information. Well here is a clue, Its for me to know and you to find out ahhahahahahahaahh .( I am in a wonderful mood right now.) 
Initially we had a very tough time in finding the Right places in the traffic jammed streets of Ambala esp. the areas around the Football Chowk but in the end the arduous task was completed, thanks to Mr. Dhand and Mr Jha for coming up with innovative ideas and for being the mentors who saved the day.

P.S. Forgery Rocks!! ;-)

At last we reached the Regional Railways Manger’s office in Ambala Cantt.
Well they say all is well that ends well, and this was outrageously proven when we got our 4 tickets booked at the last hour but after a lot of labor, requests and arguments. On our journey towards home the three victorious Musketeers from Bhaddal-

1.) Abhinav Jha aka Bhaiya (Nice guy my partner for M-I)

2.)Anmol Dhand ( now as my able friend and accomplice in all the mischief Aseem Gill aka Crappie alias the dodger aka the solitary reaper, would describe his(Anmol’s) newly achieved title –“ According to the latest developments and after observing the real visual clips we(‘we’ as in the students from IET Bhaddal who went for the trip) do have a name “ COOLIE No. 1 “ ( hey! No offences my friend ;-)) ROFL

3.) And me the great one – Tikka Inderjeet singh Sodhi aka “The Shehanshah”

All three of us were in jubilant moods and then came in the “PROJECT BAKRI” and the innocent victims –

Miss Garima Sareen aka Golu

Miss Inderpreet Kaur Ubhi aka Ubhi aka Mallika-e-Hind ( according to the latest developments) ( hey gill dunno what to say rt now, may be me sayin KATTAL shud suffice for the moment ROFL and hey Crappie wipe the smirk off ur face  )

Miss Simran Lamba aka Sim L aka the rock fan aka @#$%^& ;-)

As soon as the mobile phones began showing Airtel as the home n/w (we had the privilege of attending all the incoming calls for FREE! Yet once again AFTER ENTRING APNA PUNJAB) ehheehhehehe and the FUN began……………. There were enquiries about their rail reservations, by the victims and we told them the story, ofcourse my way ‘coz this was my idea lol.
And soon it was round 2, after certain tag sms “BAKRA” lol, were sent to our innocent victims and then came in the calls-

Caller 1 was aggressive Sim L who knighted our Coolie No. 1 as the A*s H**e

Caller 2 was Golu and surely we could make out, the lady wasn’t exactly in the best of her moods, when we were given DEATH THREATS hahahahahahahhaha ROFL

Caller 3 was the privileged one, the one and the only one Mallika-e-Hind and I was sure that, if would keep the joke alive for next 5 minutes she would be in tears, though her vocal chords had already told me about her present state and then we knew it was time to call it a day.
Any ways as Shakespeare said once “THE WORLD IS A STAGE AND WE ALL ARE ITS CHARACTERS AND WE ALL COME PLAY OUR PARTS AND THEN ITS TIME TO GO. “
……………..And we all enjoyed the harmless fun, still we offer apologies to the offended(if offended), we do hope all of it was taken in the lighter vein by every one.
Just recalled a line from LP-

“But in the end it doesn’t even matter”



Enjoy life
Jeet

The journey ………………..

The time was galloping away the clock was ticking and lo behold there I stood in front of the mirror tying my turban and thinking about my life and anticipating “How would I fare in the journey of my life?” Some how lately I have really been thinking a lot about my future and the things stored for me in the future, then I console my self with the right things at the right time theory, anyways finally I was ready (Sky blue turban, blue check shirt half sleeves and my fav black jeans and sandals that’s the life the comfy way for me), with my packing finally done I felt like the king of the world (I hate to pack confessions, confessions and more confessions).
My all time friend and mentor Master Gill was supposed to pick me and saved me from the perils of parking my car in the railway station parking for 10 days (n hey did I tell you guys I love my car its like a second home for me I have done almost every thing under its roof from off roading, to changing my clothes, to racing on the highways, being a speed maniac you say and I have done et all ;-)
Well it was time to say bye bye to mum n dad and to hit the road for the railway station
Soon Mr. D.B.S. GILL SENIOR MANAGER, H.O.D. FINANACE, P.S.I.E.C. ……
was at my place to ferry me to the R.S. (ehehheheheheheeheh duh Gill it’s the railway station). So it was Mr. Gill (senior), Crappie, Dhand, Mr. Jha, Jassi and me the great one and it was clearly evident that we were breaking the laid traffic rules (over loading the vehicle beyond the recognized capacity section 234 article 3(b)) any ways we were never apprehended by the so called efficient Chandigarh police A FRIEND IN NEED lol and the journey till the R.S. was nice with the musical honors being done by the newly bought RDB audio cassette.
We finally reached the Chandigarh R.S. it was a nice experience since I was about to travel by the rail after almost an gap of 5 yrs. On the plat form I was greeted by…………………………… of course by people and there were a majority whom I did know even know then (properly). Crappie and I had long walks on the platform and discussed I know not what! lol

Soon it was time to board the Howrah mail, our trusty steed till the New Delhi R.S. from there we were to reach the Nizzamudddin R.S. by means of a local train.

And the journey began………………..

When I think about the First night it was awesome and we all had fun, somehow it seemed more like a bachelor’s party and trust me I enjoyed a lot!!
Wanna know more ask me ;-)






This is me signing off wishing for world peace
Jeet

The 1:10 Howrah mail

The night was cold with the broken window pane on my side proving to be an inlet for cold air ,my immediate surroundings were converted in to a frigid zone while my accomplices had the warmth of liquor with them to keep them warm , I had prayers with me wishing for a warm sunny day, though I felt it was strange but prayers do come true if the heart is pure and I dozed off and soon I realized I was at the New Delhi Railway Station and the day was sunny warm and I was very thankful to the almighty God .
We took the local train to Nizzamuddin and the wait for the next train began.7 long hours.
The luggage was piled up in one corner and we took turns to guard it, there was a food court right outside the Railway station. We met our IT branch there, had ice-cream which seemed quite tempting to Gill and me but it was more like “Khaania moofallia te **** maarne badaama de” lol ROFL. Moral(s) of the story- 1.) Shit does happen.
2.) Looks can be deceptive.
The toilets were clean and Unisex and I am still trying to figure out which part was better ;-) lol. Since all nice things have to come to an end our stay at the food court was over
I picked my bag and I was walking with the group towards the 12 bogie long train “ THE KONKAN EXPRESS” the boys and girls were given seats in different compartments ( guess , this is what happens when the bookings are done on the last moment thanks to people like Ubhi, Garima, Simran and Shahenshah my point exactly) still where there is a will there is a way , and no high walls can curb love , soon the couples were seen together though they had to cross 6compartments (S3-S9) an effort worth it, soon it was the night, and I was there though I am single but still opposites(sex) do attract. What soon followed was the game of Bhabi and I came rather emerged out as the undisputed champion 11 wins in a row for a moment I did feel like the king of the world.

It was night and getting late every second, it was around 30 mins. Past the mid night and only two individuals from the homo sapien species who were awake were Miss. Aditi Pal and Me, the great one. We were talking about almost every thing under the Sun and trust me! The time flew as if it had wings and soon she was sleeping, guess she was a bit too tired (Piddi, I thought and chuckled and some how I had O’ my sleeping child – M.L.T.R. being played somewhere in my mind). Soon I was bored, I tried sleeping but thanks to snoring by Ubhi. Gurjas,Gurjit Sir and some fellow lady passenger the feeling of insomnia was there to prevail for good any ways soon it was morning around five and I was greeted by Gurpreet the early riser, and what followed was a early morning photo session and my privelaged models were Ruchika, Ubhi,Aditi,Raja , Jassi , Sir and others soon followed the suit ( Vagaari lol). The day was spent playing cards and knowing each other better I came to know names of 3 of my classmates (females) Abhineet, Kiranveer and Harpreet now I can confidently I can identify almost every one from the X group .

One honest suggestion, never order food from the pantry car IT SUX!!!!

I met a fellow passenger Aruna , she is a 12th grade student hails from Hapur and Lives in Goa and her father is in the Indian Army and the coolest thing about her was that she is in the National Boxing team though deadly but very friendly female , we made good friends we shared dinner and at Pune her friends got off , and her friend’s mother brought Mithai for her which of course was savored by us ( Ubhi,Pappu,Dhand, Garima and Me), it was getting late so we exchanged goodnights and I was out on the prowl yet once again . This was the end of day 2 in the train.




THERE WAS MORE TO IT BUT I WOULD PREFER KEEPING IT TO MY SELF.





Peace Jeet