My Treat Day

Once upon a time (2006), there was a guy named Swaroop Murthy. He was tall, average looking with average intelligence, below average people skills and below average salary, but he had such remarkably great hair. And his blogs were really good- they were a reliable source of entertainment to over 400 people, except for that intellect-devoid girl in his cubicle. Swaroop kept waiting for the time when she would stop talking so much, so that her brains could get a chance to develop. But that never did happen.

At that same time, there was a girl somewhere whose long hair, hourglass figure, firm breasts and beautiful expressive face came together in such a mind blowing package, that it was hard to describe her in words. It would be wrong for professional writers like us to say that things cannot be described in words. She was just like the heroines in those other novels. (By a strange coincidence, her name is Heroine.) And just like other novels, her only purpose in the story is to have firm breasts.

One day (Dec 17), Swaroop decided to give a treat to all of his closest friends from the college days- they were seven in number, the reason being his company posting him in Bangalore. For the sake of not filling up this entry with descriptions of a bunch of GUYS, we shall not describe them. Suffice to say, the eight of them were a fun group. It was hard for them to decide a place to go, because of Swaroop’s budget, which he explained with one line- “If God wanted me to throw generous treats, He would not have put me in TCS.”

After much debating and compromising, the eight of them came to the conclusion that they would go to a place called Hotel Vaishnavi, for lunch. They went on the long drive through Kanakpura Road on two cars, Pavan’s Omni and Chethan’s 800, both of which were driven by their respective owners because no one else cared to ask. Once there, they all enjoyed a great lunch, in spite of the budget, and even managed to get a little drunk with a stupid drink called Bacardi Breezer that tastes even more pathetic than beer itself.

After that, Pavan suggested that we go towards the nearby Bannerghata forest area to a watch tower on top of a hill. The rest of them didn’t know what they were saying “yes” to because they were drunk. So they ended up going there. After a long, hard climb they reached the watch tower- a frail metallic structure that has somehow survived many years of rain, wind, lightnings, and get this: Government Maintenance. They went atop four at a time, with Pavan and Abhishek in separate groups for safety reasons. They really enjoyed the place although Abhishek pointed out that it wasn’t worth the effort. Having enjoyed the place till sunset and having captured many cool photos (Click Here for Swaroop’s), the group returned to the cars and drove back towards home.

During the return journey, they took a turn towards the newly constructed express highway that connects directly to Mysore Road. It was exhilarating for them to drive through that highway- there were no speed limits so they crossed 120 kmph on their cars. After crossing the 14 km in less than six minutes, they stopped to describe to each other how great it was. Things like those, we’re sorry to say, just cannot be described in words. You just had to be there.

Then, when they continued driving towards home they came across the college they had all studied in- R.V College of Engineering. They did what they’d wanted to do for more than four years- drive past it at more than 90kmph. It was like a dream come true.

Pavan decided to stop at his company’s campus for food. It had been six hours since lunch but no one except Pavan felt hungry. They went there anyway because he was the one driving. Upon reaching that place, they realized that it was Sunday, and nothing was open. Pavan came up with the brilliant solution- “let’s just talk” and the rest of them agreed because there was nothing else to do. At this point we must assert that although Pavan seems to have a great influence on the group, Swaroop for some reason, is still the hero. The discussion they had was mainly about how much each of them remembered physics and chemistry. Pavan and Sudhi remembered a lot, Abhishek and Nithin remembered surprisingly less, Ketan, Chethi and Chintu safely avoided the discussion while Swaroop continued to be the hero.

They finally drove back home because it was getting late for dinner. Swaroop was really glad that the day of his treat turned out to be so great.

It’s been almost a week since then, and today, Dec 23rd is Pavan’s birthday and people keep telling us that we must dedicate this entry to someone. After much musing, we finally figured it out:

This, the longest entry thus far, is hereby dedicated to the Heroine with firm breasts.