Friday, January 22, 2010

b11

friday nights somehow always remind me of a place tucked away in a corner of jaynagar 4th block.....b11:).....quietly situated right above one of the countless darshinis in the busy market.....away from the now loud traffic noise.......was a place where the lights dimmed....alcohol(beer) was almost as expensive/cheap as the soft drinks depending on how you looked at it.....and the music felt mercurial.....pink floyd....dire straits....pearl jam....nirvana....metallica....audioslave....judas priest....and led zep:)......for three very short and carefree months of my training in bangalore......every friday(well almost) after our first paycheck.....b11 was the place 8 or 9 of us gathered ard......and for four hours the world seemed to cease to exist outside the dimly lit room.....there was this short feeling of bon homie.....hard to describe:)......b11 is the pub where bakkar used to do his head bang routines to du hast(we got kicked out of styx once coz he broke a couple of glasses while head banging.....the guy literally banged his head mere inches from the table....and would always have a stiff neck the next morning....he wouldnt be able to turn left or right:))....where sa would get booed for requesting linkin park(like clockwork after two glasses of beer).....where d replaced his actual guitar with an air guitar to led zeps music......where su knew every single word of every song....where g had a huge smile on his face every time they played "a whole lotta love"....where a laughed his heart out at all of us....where sh would be the responsible one who never drank and always carried a couple home.....and we all huddled and swayed in the end to "nothing else matters"

its also the place where i learnt one could not lose oneself for too long....coz at the end of it there wud always be the long walk home.....to tata silk farm.....where there would be barking dogs to greet you on the deserted amber street lamp lit streets....and an anxious best friend at home who would be up just to unlock the door and greet you with "haramkhor aaj phir pee ke aaya hai....bevda ban gaya hai saale....so jaa ab"....lol.....it was indeed a page in time.....

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