Christmas 2006
I returned back from a month long "vacation" from India on the 13th of November. I spent an awful lot of money in that one m
onth not realising in what deep shit I would end up when I return back. I was not totaly feckless. Except for the fact that my nagging intuition was certain that it would be a bad idea to overspend, I was armed with the knowledge that I was gonna do plenty of work when I return back n hence it would not matter. Too bad I was too overjoyed, exhilarated, and too stupid to think twice.
The day I returned, the stock of bills which my roomates had piled up on my pc table made me feel like putting needles in my eyeballs. The enormous ammounts and my landlords disapproval of allowing me 2 weeks breathing period to pay my rents, made me feel really sick. Luckily, I got a call the same day from my boss who was kind enough to remember that I was returning that day. After da usual inquiring of "how u doin n had a good flight" thing, he came straight to the point, "from when can u start back?".
"Right now". I was desperate enough to say that. I had 32 £ left!! Yeah..I came from india with that amount left in my wallet. Don't ask how much I spent in india now!
He asked me to start from the next day itself. And hence started the busiest Christmas or in fact the most happening month of my entire 22 years life. In this month, I had massive crushes on some of the hottest chicks I ever worked with and surprisingly, most of my crushes looked like materialising for the first time ever. Am serious! I said to all my friends who kinda did envy me for a while again n again n again n again da same thing, "bhagwan jab deta hai, chappar fad ke deta hai!!" :D
So, it all started on 17th of November, after working at racecourses and few more small time places for the initial few days, my boss booked me for a month to work at St. Albans. The party village. There were goin to be 25 consecutive nights of non-stop christmas partying, unshameful acts of "love-making" in public and yeah...enormous money & hard work.
The schedule came in. I had to leave my house at 1 in the afternoon and come back home at 4am the next day. 15 hours of labour, everyday, all vacation long. I really doubted if I could do that for 25 days on the trot, especially when everyone else would be partying n sleeping in their beds when its gonna be 0-5 degree celcius outside. But I had no choice so I had to do it.
I never liked clubbing and partying as such. I have actively avoided the partying lifestyle for pretty much my whole life. I don’t know what it is about it that has always simply repulsed me: maybe the sweaty, over-scented, under sexed crowd of losers. Possibly it’s the raucous disregard for common courtesy and manners; or, it could be the heavy entrance fees. It could just be the fact that I have absolutely no rhythm & can’t dance to even save my life, and prefer alternative to sing in the bathroom any day. Or as people sometimes put it, they blame it on the "stag" entries. Whatever may be the reason, I hate it. So working for a month with the same crowd who would be drinkin their living daylights in the marquee enjoyin christmas was gonna be interesting.
So started the crushes....
I returned back from a month long "vacation" from India on the 13th of November. I spent an awful lot of money in that one m
onth not realising in what deep shit I would end up when I return back. I was not totaly feckless. Except for the fact that my nagging intuition was certain that it would be a bad idea to overspend, I was armed with the knowledge that I was gonna do plenty of work when I return back n hence it would not matter. Too bad I was too overjoyed, exhilarated, and too stupid to think twice.The day I returned, the stock of bills which my roomates had piled up on my pc table made me feel like putting needles in my eyeballs. The enormous ammounts and my landlords disapproval of allowing me 2 weeks breathing period to pay my rents, made me feel really sick. Luckily, I got a call the same day from my boss who was kind enough to remember that I was returning that day. After da usual inquiring of "how u doin n had a good flight" thing, he came straight to the point, "from when can u start back?".
"Right now". I was desperate enough to say that. I had 32 £ left!! Yeah..I came from india with that amount left in my wallet. Don't ask how much I spent in india now!
He asked me to start from the next day itself. And hence started the busiest Christmas or in fact the most happening month of my entire 22 years life. In this month, I had massive crushes on some of the hottest chicks I ever worked with and surprisingly, most of my crushes looked like materialising for the first time ever. Am serious! I said to all my friends who kinda did envy me for a while again n again n again n again da same thing, "bhagwan jab deta hai, chappar fad ke deta hai!!" :D
So, it all started on 17th of November, after working at racecourses and few more small time places for the initial few days, my boss booked me for a month to work at St. Albans. The party village. There were goin to be 25 consecutive nights of non-stop christmas partying, unshameful acts of "love-making" in public and yeah...enormous money & hard work.
The schedule came in. I had to leave my house at 1 in the afternoon and come back home at 4am the next day. 15 hours of labour, everyday, all vacation long. I really doubted if I could do that for 25 days on the trot, especially when everyone else would be partying n sleeping in their beds when its gonna be 0-5 degree celcius outside. But I had no choice so I had to do it.
I never liked clubbing and partying as such. I have actively avoided the partying lifestyle for pretty much my whole life. I don’t know what it is about it that has always simply repulsed me: maybe the sweaty, over-scented, under sexed crowd of losers. Possibly it’s the raucous disregard for common courtesy and manners; or, it could be the heavy entrance fees. It could just be the fact that I have absolutely no rhythm & can’t dance to even save my life, and prefer alternative to sing in the bathroom any day. Or as people sometimes put it, they blame it on the "stag" entries. Whatever may be the reason, I hate it. So working for a month with the same crowd who would be drinkin their living daylights in the marquee enjoyin christmas was gonna be interesting.
So started the crushes....
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