Bekal Trip - part 2 (Concluding)

I don’t know (didn’t bother to ask either) how long it took for Vroom to wake me and the others up. The time Anas (our driver) took in refreshing has been utilised by Valli and me in watching Aussies struggle against Proteas while Yoki slept like a log. First up on the journey was Bekal Fort…

There wasn’t anything great in the fort but Vroom made sure that we stopped at every joint and clicked the rest of us. Yoki kept teaching the angles (pun intended) in photography but Vroom suggested otherwise. Valli looked a man on mission – he of course had a train to catch in the evening from Kozhikode.

Aaaa dishummmmmm

A brief halt at the old fort was followed by the trip to the beach. It brought the sweet memories of childhood back. Vroom became John Abraham instantly showcasing his 3-4 packs. Rest of us could not dare to bare because of the lesser packs (rest all had only 1 pack). We settled for a more conservative approach.

The tripsters

The next three hours went past like minutes. Vroom and I were pitted against the might of Yoki and Valli in water catching. Probably Yoki underestimated the younger lot! Vroom and I set the beach on fire with our diving efforts. Yoki couldn’t take any more and retired prematurely!

But what followed was something no one expected. Two cute girls who were following us intently settled at a bench opposite us once we came out. Every one of us was pretty sure that they are glancing at him! It just took a cursory glance at their eyes to find out the cynosure of their eyes – Vroom! It seems they have become instant fans of Vroom – the John of Kozhikode. Last seen they were fighting for a photo with Vroom. They even proposed to Vroom that he accompany them to their place but he could not leave us.

And the journey back hostel was stupendous to say the least. The singers in Yoki, Vroom (and surprisingly me) came out to torture Valli with the choicest and oldest Hindi songs. Not that the era mattered for Valli; as long as it’s Hindi, its alien for him. More than Yoki, I surprised myself with the breadth of songs that I could boast! Lunch was followed by Yoki’s surrender – he could no longer occupy the front seat because of the impending sleep. I volunteered on one condition – Prodigal Daughter.

What started as a fun trip proved to be much more than that! It’s hard to compare trips but this one probably ranks above the one we took to Wayanad because of the sheer enjoyment we had; and of course Vroom’s girls. The only blots were that Vroom did not allow me to talk to the girls and that Valli missed the train.

Sad and Mad

Sad and Mad are two friends busy planning their one-week holiday next week

Mad: Why don’t we go to Kashmir?

Sad: Are you Mad?

Mad: Yes, of course….

Sad: No, not that mad…I mean, the real mad, screwed up in the upper storey.

Mad: Oh c’mon…it’s a cool place and I’ve never been there

Sad: It is…but if you go there, you would never be to any other place.

Mad: Why not? If you are worried about that VISA thing, I have my uncle working in customs, he can smuggle us.

Sad: Are you mad? I mean, screwed up mad? We don’t need a VISA to visit Kashmir.

Mad: Oh is that…when did they change that?

Sad: Just before you turned Mad.

Mad: Forget it...That leaves us with Assam, Arunachal Pradesh

Sad: Dude…you really are psyching me out. You want me to be taken hostage by some Chinese or ULFAs? I don’t want to venture into that unknown North-East.

Mad: Then how about Gujarat?

Sad: You are a goner…don’t you want to live peacefully, at least trip peacefully.

Mad: If you are worried about the communal violence, my uncle is in the police. He would help us out.

Sad: Err…isn’t he in the customs a few minutes back.

Mad: This one’s that custom guy’s brother.

Sad: Whatever…would you call that a pleasure trip or a pressure trip? How about “Summer camp with the police force”

Mad: Wowww….sounds great

(Sad gives a totally weird look which gets Mad back on track)

Mad: Ok…I was just kidding. Then what are we left with?

Sad: Why not a trip to Tirupati? The most happening place in the whole of South India

Mad: (mocking) Oh yeah…and get your head tonsured and visit those lovely temples in and around that place

Sad: Stop it Mad…that’s Lord Balaji….ok fine… how about Kanchi?

Mad: Excuse me…

Sad: Ok…How about Poori, Mahabaleswar…

Mad: Oh my God!!! You were never sad!

Sad: What do you mean? I was always sad…by birth

Mad: Oh yeah…in a way you are true.

Sad: Whatever…so where are we heading to now?

Mad: We will go to Kerala. So many places to hang out; Munnar, Kozhikode, Wayanad, Allepey…and the Kerala babes…ooohhh…Rock on!

Sad: That’s great …and it’s a gay state…right?

Mad: Dude….I never knew that you were gay…Oh My God! And we were like….staying together.

Sad: Excuse me… am not mad, neither am I gay…. Okay, is Kerala on now?

Mad: I guess so….unless you bring up something better!

Sad: Thinking of it, what about a trip to Hyderabad? Charminar, old city, pearls….oooo..isn’t it wonderful?

Mad: You know what… you are sad

Sad: I know that; since birth!

Mad: Oh my God...you are freaking sad

(They ended up going nowhere!)