Ladies and gentlemen, hope you have loads of cash stashed away in your suitcases. We are on our way to Las Vegas! So announced an old, graying Chinese guy with the typical smudged nose one can associate with the Chinese. After an afterthought, he paused, smiled, and resumed, "Since you guys are short of cash, we are diverting the bus to Los Angeles." An old gimmick, I mused.
The bus (CA Shuttle from San Francisco to Los Angeles) was loaded with Germans on a sightseeing trip, and they found this gimmick from the bus owner very amusing. There were big smiles all around. It somehow reminded me of an old Malayalam movie, 'Varavelppu,' where Mohanlal, enacting the bus owner, makes it a point to see that all his passengers are well taken care of.
I settled down in my seat with Mr. Jeffrey Archer for company. As the bus traversed through the narrow lanes in San Francisco, I found my thoughts drifting and found myself pondering over my current lifestyle. Here I am, in the US of A, traveling between two cities I had seen only in movies, wearing western clothes; an iPod tucked into my jeans, hair spiked up, with sunglasses on top. Was this the real me?
Nope...Nope...Nope...
Zoom...zoom...zoom...
The movie Goodfellas opens with a Robert De Niro narrative, "I have always wanted to be a gangster." I don't want to flick the line, but I had always wanted to be a 'temmadi' (Scoundrel). I still wish we had retained the recklessness of yesteryears where we dive into brawls without caring a bit about the consequences. Age, job, and responsibilities spoil us. A collage of fight sequences from college days started drifting in...
Awwwwwwwwwwww.........I was jolted awake from my daydreaming. The cry was from an American girl. There was this 10-member German gang, mostly young people sporting long tattoos, unshaven looks, and they were DRUNK.
When the bus started from San Francisco, I had noticed a bunch of them eyeing the hot American blonde. Well, she had played her part, swaggering her cute ass as she boarded the bus, much to the delight of the German boys. When you are young and drunk, it's natural for you to get reckless. So these guys had started to hit on the girl and made a feeble attempt at imitating an unbalanced fall and fell on the girl. She started screaming. It was only then I noticed the bald, bulging guy sitting next to the girl. He suddenly got up; his 6 ft 5-inch frame bent and face contorted with anger.
Oh God ...Here it goes..As I looked on intently at the proceedings, I found my thoughts wandering again...
Bangalore...Invitation Bar, Madiwala...A Wednesday...
Almost everyone was there. During my five years in Bangalore, I had seen through a plethora of friends. I don't quite recollect what was the reason for the celebration; guess it had something to do with boredom. Man, I really got drunk that day. By the time we came out of the bar, I resembled a spider; at least metaphorically.
Now Madiwala is a boarding point (bus) in Bangalore. The place was crowded with people impatiently awaiting their buses. Lolan (a friend who gets drunk drinking 30ml of alcohol) suddenly came up to me and said, "Aliya, those guys over there" (I had a blurred vision of some teenage boys standing in a corner) "are getting into a brawl with Thoma (a friend who does not get drunk even with a litre of alcohol)."
I remember looking at Thoma animatedly talking to some guys. I also remember walking up to Thoma and the teenagers, grabbing one of them by the neck, and giving him a slap. That's the last sane memory I have.
From what was narrated by friends the next day, it turned into a street fight with even the bystanders getting involved. The outside world would see it as a bunch of drunkards picking up a fight with some decent, hardworking, aspiring IT professionals who were minding their own business. I really wish people would see the other angle (the side of the villains).
You are coming out of a marathon drinking session with friends, and the brotherhood (bro as we call it now) is at its peak. So when you see your drunk friend getting bashed up, what do you do? Of course, you get involved.
There were some giants among this group (Vahad, Fahad), and that must have scared the crowd a little. The fight lasted five minutes and was more like playing kabaddi.
Anyway, long story short, I lost my 3-pavan gold necklace that day (some lucky bastard got that), got my nose smashed up, and I had to invent a story about how I lost my necklace to my mom for the umpteenth time.
Back to the bus in America...
NOTHING happened. The man (a relation, I suppose) gave a stare, and the boys stared down. I looked on eagerly. NOTHING...
You know, that's why I say, when there is a chance in your early 20s, fight it out. There are some things we need to get out of our system.
Cheers...