I thought I will wind up this topic with this post since things were getting rather longer. So people this is a long post but trust me this is the best one, but read through to have a laugh riot! Incase for those who have missed the last two, you can catch it up out here....ONE TWO!

The headlines brought about a shiver in all of us. All us were from Bangalore, yeah I accept one of the coldest places in South India, but this cold was something unique for us, unique enough to kill people!. Atleast patel could fag like a chimney to keep himself warm but the rest of us were non-smokers, what the hell we do?. We did have an option. The punjabi chicks had moved to the next coupe to ours, as such we weren't unique to not to look at them. The pack of cards proved handy with me being the official scorer caz of my inability to play!.

The temparature begun to sunk like a quick sand. Till Nagpur our clothes were sufficient but now we badly needed more clothes, more I mean is more than what we were wearing every single time we wear something on top. At first one tshirt came on, after a while a track pant, then a while later sleeveless sweater, then socks for our legs, then jacket, then muffler & eventualy by the nightfall we were pissing in litres due to the chillness. Infact chipli & dada were jogging in the train to keep themself warm (yeah jogging!). I tried my best to sleep, after sometime I succeeded, suddenly something woke me up at midnight.

Some recognisable voice was screaming his lungs out. I rushed out of my berth to see dada being smashed up by that sadar (oo boy he was running wild!). Stupid bugger asked that sardar coach for the time at midnight 12 and that guy ran wild, LOL!. By then few of us somehow managed to stop sardar & rescued dada before his manam-mariadhai could go still a little further in front of those chicks. The whole thing seemed so funny to me, I was laughing more than trying to stop that wild sardar. In between this cycle gap, I had some time for kadalai, I never miss an oppurtunity. I wonder how time flies during kadalai, it was already 530am, time to get down at the Indian capital.

The rest I prefer 'surukifying'.

Delhi was cold (I mean it). We had to reach the old delhi station to catch our connecting train to meerut. We travelled next to a stinking toilet to meerut. We had to get down in Meerut Cant itself. We got down & all that we could see was nothing. It was late afternoon yet we couldn't see a damn. Didn't know how the auto drivers could. We reached our accomodation to find out that this was certainly not the place that we would stay in. So found ourself a nice accomodation in the city itself. Our hotel was attached to a cinema hall (a 'matter film' hall! ;)), especially from my room there was a place from which I could jump into the cinema hall's balcony, but that didn't make me to get a free insight. Three of us had to share one room so patel, myself & chipli decided to. If the open was foggy means inside my room it was still worser, patel smoked his lungs out literally smoking up the entire room but seldom it make the room warmer. Only two rooms were available with tv, so only our gang took both the rooms.

I can still go on & on about each and everything but prefer not to, so few of the best things that happened in Meerut are as fallows. Watched dubbed tamil 'matter' film in the same theatre as our manager, though he didn't see us, we certainly spotted him. Never played cricket, all we did was shop for cricketeing goods. Dada got belted once again, but this time for putting Kadalai to one shopkeepers daughter, that too in front of him. We came fourth so we had to stay till the last day of the tournament. No south indian food was available, only one hotel served South Indian that too some 15km away(sambhar was yuck!). The jainites (me, baby,dada & kutub) met with an accident after our cycle rickshaw bumped into one big buffalo in the center of the road, we fell next to pigs!. Matches used to start very late due to fog, infact the first day the inaguration had not yet commenced till eleven, I still don't recognise the chief guest. We could view the ground fully only by 2pm. Same ground was used for cricket, athletics, hockey, volleyball, javlin, etc etc. So when we were playing it was a comman site that someone suddenly sprinted beating the bowler next to him, an athelete obviously. Once it so happened that a javlin landed in the centre of the wicket. One day I was fielding in the boundary when suddenly hundred hockey balls came towards me in bullet spead, it seems they were practising (practicing to kill or score goal? still wonder!). Everyday after the match started the manager & coach used to go shopping, so they were more like 'damagers' than managers. Kutub got his contract with BDM alongwith me & baby, who were playing with BDM for sometime then. Dada was totally broke that his mental condition worsened further, started walking in the streets of meerut at midnight with shorts & banian when the temperature was some two degrees. I lost some five kgs due to missing my patti's food. Shetty fell ill half way after bowling more than fifty overs in a day. Our room's coffee bill came to thousand bucks for just three days (still wonder!).While coming back chipli bought three AXE deo's for 100 bucks which turned out to be rosewater (best was when he yaaped abt it, after he bought it!). While coming back our boggies breaks got jammed, so we reached back home 17 hours late. One guy was admitted to hospital for diarhorria, it became so bad half way in the middle of when he was batting, so he had to come out & never returned.

Guess what the score book read next to his name- retired hurt! (retired hurt?!).


Meerut- An unfortunate-unforgattable incident/journey/tour! :P

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