Change of any sort is always welcome. Change in the time of the day, change in the place you work, the house you live in, the people you meet and blah-blah-blah. Basically, I could go on and on forever about the advantages. But we all take our different times to adjust to change. However, what if you meet someone who is the change himself and can let everyone be themselves around him and can also be like them in no time? Hey don’t look confused… this is what happened…
On one happy in the head night, I started chatting with a friend on a networking site that I have an account on. Now, I still have no clue how we were on each other’s friend list, but we just were. I had a funny tagline and he asked me about it and we started chatting. In fact, since that day we chatted so much that I got inspired to write my last blog. Yes I am talking about Jerry. Now I have started calling Jerry, the wanted change in my life. This fella (25 biologically and about 16 mentally), is crazy and that I mean in a good way. Now without going in much detail, I am going straight to the day when he came to Delhi. A little background on Jerry – born and brought-up in Dubai, has been in India for 8 years and has seen Mumbai, Ahmedabad, Goa and Pune. So this was Jerry’s first visit to Delhi. I told him that he should not let himself get conned and take a pre-paid taxi from the airport. He did exactly that, but as luck would have it… he ended up with a taxi driver who didn’t know much about Delhi roads. So the distance from the airport to Green Park, which they would have covered in 30 minutes, they took about 1 hr. this is also the first time when I was going to meet him in person, till before that (though I had seen his pictures, ‘Playboy pose especially!’) I could only visualise him as Jerry the smart-ass mouse. But when I went to pick him up from the guesthouse, I saw a sweet-looking boy with a cute smile. OK Jerry if you are reading this then don’t blush!!!
On one happy in the head night, I started chatting with a friend on a networking site that I have an account on. Now, I still have no clue how we were on each other’s friend list, but we just were. I had a funny tagline and he asked me about it and we started chatting. In fact, since that day we chatted so much that I got inspired to write my last blog. Yes I am talking about Jerry. Now I have started calling Jerry, the wanted change in my life. This fella (25 biologically and about 16 mentally), is crazy and that I mean in a good way. Now without going in much detail, I am going straight to the day when he came to Delhi. A little background on Jerry – born and brought-up in Dubai, has been in India for 8 years and has seen Mumbai, Ahmedabad, Goa and Pune. So this was Jerry’s first visit to Delhi. I told him that he should not let himself get conned and take a pre-paid taxi from the airport. He did exactly that, but as luck would have it… he ended up with a taxi driver who didn’t know much about Delhi roads. So the distance from the airport to Green Park, which they would have covered in 30 minutes, they took about 1 hr. this is also the first time when I was going to meet him in person, till before that (though I had seen his pictures, ‘Playboy pose especially!’) I could only visualise him as Jerry the smart-ass mouse. But when I went to pick him up from the guesthouse, I saw a sweet-looking boy with a cute smile. OK Jerry if you are reading this then don’t blush!!!
Jerry’s day 1 in dilli…
We first went to my favourite place in Delhi that plays rock and retro music called TC. Now the only thing in my entire life that I have experimented with is dancing and oh yeah music. But when it comes to alcohol, I stick to the very basic fauji style rum and lady like coke. Jerry’s idea was to start off drinking this evening with kamikaze shots. Dude all I could think of was, I will have to cut down on my rum and coke tonight. We had a white smooth drink in one gulp and then Jerry gave his signature style grin and said; ‘Now we can order the regular!’ After gulping down a lot of our regular, we hit the dance floor and danced with everyone we knew and even sang a happy birthday song for this guy who we didn’t know. Actually to be honest, it was a chocolate cake that made us sing for him. Like enthu-cutlets we wanted to party more, so another friend of mine suggested Agni. Now the deal with Agni is that it plays hip-hop, R&B and Hindi. So initially Jerry said, ‘I am not dancing on this man!’ Now come on which man on mother earth lived up to his words after 2 more shots of kamikaze and N number of his regulars? None!!! All I remember from Agni is Jerry pulling strangers to the dance floor, dancing with just about everyone there, even a weird couple and a lady asking me to kiss her. Ok now you guys want to sit on the edge of the seat huh! Don’t worry I am going to spoil your party right here, I declined to do her the favour. After leaving Jerry and my other friends at their homes, I saw the most beautiful sunrise in so many years, while I was on my way home.
Jerry’s day 2 in dilli…
I was surprised when I woke up with no hangover. After wrapping up work and making a rough sketch of what to drink that evening I went out to pick up Jerry. He wanted to see Select City Walk. Quite touristy, eh! Not really, actually Jerry was here in Delhi because of work, but he was trying to make the most of it. So no matter how hard he wanted to see Chandni Chowk and many other places, he just never got a chance to. We went to Select and he loved the space and the mall. We ended up eating at a restaurant called Chi… which later we loved calling Chiiiii! If all this so far seems quite down to earth and normal, then you don’t want to know what happened next. I brought him home because one of my flatmates was hosting a party for a couple of her office friends. Now according to me those people are kind of caricatures, who I can spend hours describing and not even write pun intended at the end. But I wanted to see Jerry’s reaction. And it was as I expected – ‘Dude where are they all from?’ I so wanted to say not from this planet! But compliments to Jerry he found the group quite entertaining. ‘You see I am never around normal people and these guys are humans man. So this time I am not a part of it, but it is like watching a TV and this channel is quite entertaining!’ From Pappu Can’t Dance Sala, Dhoom Tana… we all danced to every number! And while the girls were busy checking out cute Jerry, cute Jerry was busy cracking joke about them.
Jerry’s day 3 in dilli… the final one
I didn’t know what all to show Jerry in Delhi on his last day or rather night in Delhi. On his way to CP, which he had mentioned he wanted to see, he saw Gate Way Of India. Sorry Jerry this part was too tempting to not write about. Actually Jerry has spent too much time in Mumbai and actually forgot that Delhi’s Gate way is actually called India Gate. I showed him a bit of CP, which but of course he liked, another friend of mine and me took him to TC. Well, trust me even he wanted to go there again. Another friend joined us there. No prizes for guessing what we began our evening of intoxication with - Kamikaze Shots. Then we had the regulars, then we had tequila shots, then we had the regular and finally we ended our evening at TC with peach schnapps’ shots. Wow… Jerry and I could have been officially termed as the alcoholics… but trust me we were just happy in the head. After this we obviously wanted to dance, but Agni was shut. So we settled for the quiet and nice Shangri-La hotel’s coffee shop. We ordered our regulars and Jerry and I discussed life. Now one thing I must confess, Jerry can be very mature when he wanted to be. If you have the patience to hear him sometimes, then he can be quite logical. This evening we didn’t want to sleep till at least 7am. But who can be awake after so much of intoxication and on top of that I put on a movie like Sweeny Todd. Jerry slept of and so did I. Jerry woke up and left soon after because he had to pack and also wrap up his work. However, I forgot to mention here that in the three days there is one thing he did religiously, even if he is a self confessed atheist, he had his foot-long glass filled with banana shake. He took the afternoon train back to Mumbai and took with him no pictures, but lots of memories. What he left behind were memories not just in my mind, but in the mind of people he very briefly met. The silly guy that he is, he thanked later for all the fun he had in Delhi. But honestly, I wanted to thank him more for the change he became in my life. So I am not sure if I can continue with the tradition of Kamikaze Shots, but I can definitely meet more strangers and yes even pull some on the dance floor or even go to a strange city, which I don’t know, and tell the taxi driver, “Bhaisaab yeh aap kahaan se gaadi le rahe hoon?”
We first went to my favourite place in Delhi that plays rock and retro music called TC. Now the only thing in my entire life that I have experimented with is dancing and oh yeah music. But when it comes to alcohol, I stick to the very basic fauji style rum and lady like coke. Jerry’s idea was to start off drinking this evening with kamikaze shots. Dude all I could think of was, I will have to cut down on my rum and coke tonight. We had a white smooth drink in one gulp and then Jerry gave his signature style grin and said; ‘Now we can order the regular!’ After gulping down a lot of our regular, we hit the dance floor and danced with everyone we knew and even sang a happy birthday song for this guy who we didn’t know. Actually to be honest, it was a chocolate cake that made us sing for him. Like enthu-cutlets we wanted to party more, so another friend of mine suggested Agni. Now the deal with Agni is that it plays hip-hop, R&B and Hindi. So initially Jerry said, ‘I am not dancing on this man!’ Now come on which man on mother earth lived up to his words after 2 more shots of kamikaze and N number of his regulars? None!!! All I remember from Agni is Jerry pulling strangers to the dance floor, dancing with just about everyone there, even a weird couple and a lady asking me to kiss her. Ok now you guys want to sit on the edge of the seat huh! Don’t worry I am going to spoil your party right here, I declined to do her the favour. After leaving Jerry and my other friends at their homes, I saw the most beautiful sunrise in so many years, while I was on my way home.
Jerry’s day 2 in dilli…
I was surprised when I woke up with no hangover. After wrapping up work and making a rough sketch of what to drink that evening I went out to pick up Jerry. He wanted to see Select City Walk. Quite touristy, eh! Not really, actually Jerry was here in Delhi because of work, but he was trying to make the most of it. So no matter how hard he wanted to see Chandni Chowk and many other places, he just never got a chance to. We went to Select and he loved the space and the mall. We ended up eating at a restaurant called Chi… which later we loved calling Chiiiii! If all this so far seems quite down to earth and normal, then you don’t want to know what happened next. I brought him home because one of my flatmates was hosting a party for a couple of her office friends. Now according to me those people are kind of caricatures, who I can spend hours describing and not even write pun intended at the end. But I wanted to see Jerry’s reaction. And it was as I expected – ‘Dude where are they all from?’ I so wanted to say not from this planet! But compliments to Jerry he found the group quite entertaining. ‘You see I am never around normal people and these guys are humans man. So this time I am not a part of it, but it is like watching a TV and this channel is quite entertaining!’ From Pappu Can’t Dance Sala, Dhoom Tana… we all danced to every number! And while the girls were busy checking out cute Jerry, cute Jerry was busy cracking joke about them.
Jerry’s day 3 in dilli… the final one
I didn’t know what all to show Jerry in Delhi on his last day or rather night in Delhi. On his way to CP, which he had mentioned he wanted to see, he saw Gate Way Of India. Sorry Jerry this part was too tempting to not write about. Actually Jerry has spent too much time in Mumbai and actually forgot that Delhi’s Gate way is actually called India Gate. I showed him a bit of CP, which but of course he liked, another friend of mine and me took him to TC. Well, trust me even he wanted to go there again. Another friend joined us there. No prizes for guessing what we began our evening of intoxication with - Kamikaze Shots. Then we had the regulars, then we had tequila shots, then we had the regular and finally we ended our evening at TC with peach schnapps’ shots. Wow… Jerry and I could have been officially termed as the alcoholics… but trust me we were just happy in the head. After this we obviously wanted to dance, but Agni was shut. So we settled for the quiet and nice Shangri-La hotel’s coffee shop. We ordered our regulars and Jerry and I discussed life. Now one thing I must confess, Jerry can be very mature when he wanted to be. If you have the patience to hear him sometimes, then he can be quite logical. This evening we didn’t want to sleep till at least 7am. But who can be awake after so much of intoxication and on top of that I put on a movie like Sweeny Todd. Jerry slept of and so did I. Jerry woke up and left soon after because he had to pack and also wrap up his work. However, I forgot to mention here that in the three days there is one thing he did religiously, even if he is a self confessed atheist, he had his foot-long glass filled with banana shake. He took the afternoon train back to Mumbai and took with him no pictures, but lots of memories. What he left behind were memories not just in my mind, but in the mind of people he very briefly met. The silly guy that he is, he thanked later for all the fun he had in Delhi. But honestly, I wanted to thank him more for the change he became in my life. So I am not sure if I can continue with the tradition of Kamikaze Shots, but I can definitely meet more strangers and yes even pull some on the dance floor or even go to a strange city, which I don’t know, and tell the taxi driver, “Bhaisaab yeh aap kahaan se gaadi le rahe hoon?”
