unlike last year when we peepz were foolish enough to let ashwini get away with it for more than 6 months, this year around we planned to have it before hand, so everything was decided, it was going to be on july 29th. As all my regular reader(s) [considering the fact that at least one of you would hopefully be a regular to my blog] know, every time we plan for a treat, some thing or other will spoil it. But that does not make us give up, come on, how can we give up when someone else is going to pay the bill, more so, when thsi someone else is a girl [note to ash, please read the last line again, you are considered girl, so be happy, no more tomboy in tinsel town ;) ]. so everything fixed? now comes the place where yours truly plays, 'its my turn to spoil plan', suddenly out of no where comes this question on yahoo messenger, "where?" it read, "ash we must chuck besantnagar, it sucks, and remember aravind always ogles over the galz over there?","as if you dont...", "ogay, see thats the point, lets make it qwikeys G.N chetty road, what say?" "ogay by me as long as my driver is around" [note, ashwini, like all women has no sense of direction, if you take her to the road end then there is always a 90 % probability that she will get lost before she reaches her house]. so looks like everything is set.

D DAY

5 o clock , yours truly reaches qwikeys, or rather the place which once used to be qwikeys, and true to the feelings the new board read nuts. hmm, ogay, nuts and spices. so aravind and srikanth after going around t nagar for half an hour in serach of a qwikeys that never existed, finally reach nuts and spices. aravind is spiced up and first thing he does is to try to show me the middle finger, now his vehicle was on gear, and a bad release of the clutch results in some thing that is similar to what the college guys call wheeling. so wheeling it was, and srikanth aravind's pillion falls down. now its srikanth's turn to show aravind this link.

now comes the major part, wheer the hell is ashwini, again like always i get to do the dirty part, put on innocent tone call ash's home."hello uncle is ash in?","nope shez gone out"*why the hell is she always punctual* "uncle does she have a mobile"*voice fading away* "yup take the number", then yours truly makes a call from a phone booth. try 1, no answer, try to some crazy caller tune, no answer, try 3, no answer, try 4...nope slam the phone down walk to aravind, dude u need to sms her .herez the number .SMS goes "bitch pick the phone". SMS reply "please use the golden words first", again SMS "excuse me, please dont put a scene, thank goodness you are still sane to reply" *ash calls aravind's cell* aravind gives the phone to me and says guess that was the right usage of the golden words, i put the phone to the ear and then @#$%@#$@#, , blood from the ear, put it back @#$#@$, same blood, then finally ashwini remembers her moral science lessons, "errrrrrr anybody there" *pause of two micro seconds* enough time for me to start my speech, then finally we decide to meet in front of nuts. needless to point out that we were all nuts to choose a different locality for the treat.

now at 6 pm we ask the same question "where?"

location shift Barista.

and here is the proof that we had some majo fun,

And yup, birthday treat without bakra? camon........Ashwini receives an email from punit, sulan. [she still believes that it was them :P]