Episode 7: The Last of the Introductions

Episode 7: The last of the introductions... bringing to you the last few Culprits of the Alibaug Trip.

A proper sandwich bag, along with two bottles of buttermilk inside was first of the many things that Nikhar noticed about that strange looking couple. It looked to him that the lady well past her prime had decorated herself profusely and was rather just over trying just like Shray Desai. On the other hand the male was wearing shorts and a swollen expression on his face. Nikhar felt as if his wife had forcefully told him to wear shorts. He didn’t seem at all interested in her wife’s blabbering. But from the blabbering, Nikhar could make out that this was a Parsi couple. While Nikhar, Onkar and few others were engaged in buying tickets, there were others in the group who were busy playing donkey and the monkey with Ketaki in the middle trying to capture the ball moving away from her. She enjoyed herself being the perfect folly. Technically, they were only fifteen. Some 10 odd high-headed friends hadn’t yet come including Pranay Mathur.

But then they arrived. Pranay Mathur got off the cab with painstakingly carrying a guitar on his back and along with him came Pranav Kulshreshtha, Rohan Patel and Namrata Panwar but he couldn’t see Uday Mittal with them. So apparently he was not coming for the party (But why?).

The pen of the author of this post tries desperately to write something good about the boy named Rohan Patel. But every time it tries to do so, it fails. Rohan Patel was an ostensibly irritating human being whose existence on the planet was considered to be bad for all living animals. He was that poisonous gas if sprinkled on vegetables or flowers they would go foul immediately. He was pathetically slow while walking. He had an awkward attitude of being a supreme person who could never do anything wrong, wore almost the weirdest color combination and to top it all always carried an expression of a swollen pig. And if that wasn’t enough he would try cracking PJs (remind you PJs here mean Patel Jokes) which never tickled anybody’s funny bone.

Pranav Kulshreshtha was an effortless good-looker (hahahaha! Some of his friends will disagree, as they have seen him standing in front of the mirror day long to find the best possible pose). He also thought himself to be bad and brash and thought that nobody in this world could be as mean as him. He liked no bullshitting around and was a man who desparately wanted to be in love and have a girlfriend. So gay was this group that they had created for him a jingle which went something like this, “Karle karle karle… Pyaar karle… Body!”

Yeah! Body was his pet name! He had a nicely chiseled body which he flaunted just like Malika Sherawat flaunted her assets.

Coming back to the point, the tickets were bought at the counter and everybody headed to the Catamaran which would take them to Alibag.

And along went the Sethnas! Marian exclaimed looking at the Gateway of India, ”Ah…always read in the stories! But never quite imagined that it would be so beautiful…you know Farooq? Pappa brought me here when I was a kid… We would come here and see the seagulls eating whatever being thrown at them and enjoy the sunrise with a paper-cup of coffee and chanaa.” She went on and on while the pumpkin husband was busy chomping through ruffle’s Lays.

The Sethnas along with the group of friends had bought tickets of the upper deck of the catamaran, as Shray Desai took it upon himself to guide the crowd upwards and help the old Marian set foot on the anchored but dangling Shahjahan-Catamaran. Beside Shray the actual coordinator of the catamaran (he was actually happy that somebody was so willingly doing his work) diverted his mind into counting the number of seats that were occupied of the upper deck. As Nikhar jumped on board behind Marian Sethna mocking Shray for his over-trying leadership, he heard the coordinator mumble 50 tickets.