death race

v all got up late..every 1 was sad...since this was d last day in goa..all were cribbing about hectic journey and wanted to lie down and chilax....anyws we left @ 1...all the guys were in scorpio and girls in wagon R. both the sides wanted their "me time"..it was difficult to convince lover boys to spend few hours with guys but due to social compulsion with sad faces they agreed.. what followed after that ..haha.. rash driving, bottles getting empty within minutes, loud shouting,singing and every 1 pulling out his shot gun and firing aimlessly....
reunion of men and women happened @ arambol beach... we had tattoos..some had massage and others were busy splashing in water....couple of them were still writing CFA.
and than came the most exciting moment of the day..we left the beach @ 6:30 pm..transporter took charge of wagon R and frankenstein took charge of scorpio...and than started ..the death race......narrow roads with sharp turns. people dogs and blonds crossing roads without any warning..the decibel level in both the cars was high enough.. frankenstein was ahead initially...transporter looked from the rear mirror at the facial expression of people sitting on the back seat..and woshhhhhhhhhhhh..there he goes.....pe pe pe pii pi pi.......steering was rolling faster than seconds hand...tires were spinning faster than my thoughts and the distance between frankenstein and transporter was narrowing....cheer girls were cheering from both sides of the road.. it was electrifying atmosphere..and woshh..transporter took a lead.....although he overtook from wrong side with honks....i will finish this discussion by saying...everything is fair in race and war...
we reached home ......now from this point we guys splitted in group of 8 and 5... 8 of us left for dinner @ anjuna...remaing 5 went 2 drop paru....pahadi wanted to do research on love Aaj kal's dialouge..."JAANE SE PEHLE EK AKHREE BAAR milna jaroori kyo hota hai..."...i m sure he was imagining himself as rishi kapoor jumping hurdles on station and running desperately amidst of train sirens towards netravati express..
anyws we reached anjuna...had d best dinner of the trip..in between came 1 ph cal and 1 msg
ph#1:dude, v guys will go late.can u please order for me some nice goan fish and goan chicken curry masala..m in a mood of having goan food today with typical goan flavor...slightly roasted.. nicely cooked..and the rice should be basmati with that nice fragrance...and c if u can parcel some nice sambhar also for me
reply ph#1: sheri sheri

msg #1:can u please parcel smthng for me from subway
reply: ok babes..dnt wrry..obviously i will..u dnt even need 2 use the word please..i will definitely get it for u..i will reach there and give u a call..u just tell me what all sauces u want..tc baby..drive safe..dnt wrry abt food,,,

anyws we guys left.transporter used all his driving skills and we managed to reach bagah on time.,,,transporter packed stuff from subway..mark was calling us repeatedly...we hurried back to house..that bikhmanga was already in the house ...we started packing our stuff...pahadi was eating food with a small baby massaging his head...mark was shouting & blabbering ..it was total chaos...we packed our stuff and cam out..in between mark's gay frn came out and started shouting too..but anyws we handled it and got into our vehicle..pahadi had to leave his dinner because of some unavoidable circumstances
on the way we returned cars to Washington...i heard people saying that there was a death race 2 in this short journey..but since i m a man of high values and comment onlyon ankho dekha haal..so yea no comments
we reached station..all were waiting for train...sm 1 was writing cfa level 4.. he was lucky boi mannn..he was getting all possible consolations from babies and cute people around him.
we got the train and after a small session of leg pulling ..all were dead..every 1 told khush, not to wake them up untill 12...the most eligible bachelor climbed on the top birth and decided to maximize his ROi..
soon all were snoring..