Drinks on the Terrace
"Bye, Goodnight", Rex slurred and staggered away to his destination. Thus, a night of drinking and laughter had come to an end, albeit unwantedly. It was a sunday and the plan had been conspired only a day before, Garcia was the one who initially suggested to have a house party. When I suggested Upstairs (I just love their pork momo) for our hangout he had said that it was pretty expensive. Hence, a consensus was reached for a get together at my place.
I woke up pretty early and after some mundane chores, started preparing for the evening. I decided to prepare few items as appetizers to accompany our drinks. I honestly can't swallow a
sip if there isn't a titbit to nibble on.
Well, Feroze was the first one to show up just after the rain had stopped followed by Jim and Rex. Just after the arrival of Feroze, I cleaned and laid down couple of mats on the terrace. One by one, Alex, Garcia, Oscar, David, turned up.
It was a great evening with dark clouds hovering over us. There were few stars scattered and playing hide-and-seek with the dark clouds. The Kathmandu sky as always was littered with artificial lights glowing atop its concrete jungle. Straight on the horizon, I could see an occasional plane running on the TIA's runway with the mountains as a backdrop. Overall, it was a pleasant evening, not that anyone of us cared much about it with Royal Stag, Tuborg and Surya to accompany us. We bantered Rex for his very public crush for a colleague, chaffed Alex on how he was able to woo someone in a matter an hour, and so and so forth. Each banter would have to be a very thought out one as more often than not, it would backfire. After all, this group was a bunch of ace telemarketeers. Once a while, the banter would be directed towards me too which of course would be taken with no offence.
Then the music started. Jim started strumming my brother's guitar while Feroze started with his usual Kailash Kher's 'Tuta Tuta'. Then, it was Kishore Kumar, Rafi, 1974 A.D., Danny Denzongpa and many more as we entered the night. We only woke up off our reverie after drowning the drinks. It was then that everyone realized that they had to fly back to their nests.
P.S. All the characters above are real people with official aliases. Any resemblance to any person is purely deliberate. These aliases are used not to conceal our identity but only to make it easier for the Yankees to get acquainted with.
I woke up pretty early and after some mundane chores, started preparing for the evening. I decided to prepare few items as appetizers to accompany our drinks. I honestly can't swallow a
sip if there isn't a titbit to nibble on.
Well, Feroze was the first one to show up just after the rain had stopped followed by Jim and Rex. Just after the arrival of Feroze, I cleaned and laid down couple of mats on the terrace. One by one, Alex, Garcia, Oscar, David, turned up.
It was a great evening with dark clouds hovering over us. There were few stars scattered and playing hide-and-seek with the dark clouds. The Kathmandu sky as always was littered with artificial lights glowing atop its concrete jungle. Straight on the horizon, I could see an occasional plane running on the TIA's runway with the mountains as a backdrop. Overall, it was a pleasant evening, not that anyone of us cared much about it with Royal Stag, Tuborg and Surya to accompany us. We bantered Rex for his very public crush for a colleague, chaffed Alex on how he was able to woo someone in a matter an hour, and so and so forth. Each banter would have to be a very thought out one as more often than not, it would backfire. After all, this group was a bunch of ace telemarketeers. Once a while, the banter would be directed towards me too which of course would be taken with no offence.
Then the music started. Jim started strumming my brother's guitar while Feroze started with his usual Kailash Kher's 'Tuta Tuta'. Then, it was Kishore Kumar, Rafi, 1974 A.D., Danny Denzongpa and many more as we entered the night. We only woke up off our reverie after drowning the drinks. It was then that everyone realized that they had to fly back to their nests.
P.S. All the characters above are real people with official aliases. Any resemblance to any person is purely deliberate. These aliases are used not to conceal our identity but only to make it easier for the Yankees to get acquainted with.
Comments
hehe....better be careful than regret.!
cheers!