Last weekend, the Telugu Kala Samithi(TKS) people organized a picnic to the Hawar islands. I already visited that place a couple of months back but that was a like a bachelor getaway(check here for my earlier post). This time, it was a family hangout and around 80 people turned up for the picnic.
What we did there was almost the same as we did in the last outing. the same jet-skis, the same quad bikes and the same cricket. But this time, there was a major twist in the tale....
This time, we took lots n lots of alcohol with us. As the night unfolded with its full glory, we started the spiritualism. I don't remember what happened after that as I'm too drunk n too tired, except some vague images of me dancing with a few others.
The next morning, I had a very bad hangover and somehow it vanished because of the sudden rush of adrenalin as soon as I sat on a Quad bike. I had a great time on the quad bike n jet-skis due to my dadagiri there(everyone else was a novice there).
(I'm riding the jet-ski. You can't see me clearly b'coz of the amount of zoom used while taking this pic)
We returned back to Bahrain that night and directly went to watch the "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of Crystal Skull". It was okie.
So far so good. The next day morning, I went to my project manager's house and then he gave me a couple of jitters. First one, he called me while I was drinking and I uttered a couple of obscene words to him about the movie they were playing at the beach on a projector. But he didn't feel much as we are pretty close to each other. The next one, a friend of him who came to the picnic called him and informed him that he saw a different Satish altogether and he never expected me to be like that.
I was shell shocked as I don't remember anything, even my manager's call. I thought that he was being funny but when I checked my call log there was a call from late that night!!!! And I checked out with a few non-drinkers who were on the picnic and gathered bits n pieces of information that I did dance like an item girl(no, not Rakhee Sawant. I hate her). And also, in front of some ladies, I did talk in some vulgar language(not to them but to the drunkards around me). Still, I'm bent on gathering the real thing that happened that night. But believe me, I still can't recollect anything.
So here ends the story of Satish as a faithful, calm and fun-loving guy(not everywhere. Only in Bahrain n that too only with the families who saw me in the above incident). Poor Satish, no more free lunches for him, no more usual hi n bye from the aunties...