The '300' KATANT...........

There’s a very common saying among us: ‘when bachchu n money are involved, katant is inevitable.’ Especially when teja is the organizer. This was ‘the’ katant, when we finally decided to start this blog.

It was about 1 month ago, when on a Friday night, while playing CS(counter strike) my cell rang. It ws teja,

Teja: oye ek disc me party hai, chalega?

Me: Kab? Who else are going?

Teja: Tomorrow eve. All others are not interested, are you coming or nt?

Me: Arrre yaar tere ko B pe jana tha na!! (on mike;CS) ….. Han theek hai.

(Unaware of yet another KATANT, I agreed, while my next round in CS started.)

Teja: K, then u are in.

Me: Haan haan, now lemme play. Bye.

After about half an hour , I wnt 2 teja’s room. He told me about the party in detail. His friends in IP cllg were throwing fresher’s party in 'The Lizard Lounge' in South Ex. And the entrance fee was Rs.300, with unlimited booze and snacks!!

Considering the cheap entry fee, I encouraged d others to join us. Finally me, bacchu(the organizer), sahai, todu n madho decided to rock Saturday eve!!

So we had two parties to enjoy on sat night bcoz Sunday wz pranay's(gujju's) b’day....
and as usual we were to celebrate it the night b4 at his flat...(another KATANT story for TODU, will surely write about it l8r)

Chuchu n gujju stayed back, as they were planning fr gujju’s b’day party. And the rest of us, started getting ready for the party.

The freshers wz supposed to be from 2-5 pm...and it was already 3 when we started from our college!! It took us approx 1 hr to reach there. So it ws 4 in the evening, only 1 hr to go, still we were excited, excited about the party, the free booze, the snacks and most importantly the facchiyan!! ( 1^st yr girls; except teja, rest others were single, and obviously ready to mingle :) ).

Now you can imagine how nicely the situation wz poised, high expectations and money on stake :) …………Stay connected to find out how the 'Holy Axe of KATANT' fell upon us dis time!!!

NSIT : The Night that followed......

fter the show finished at 10:30, we realized the last metro had left nd we hd no way to go back 2 noida...So try nd imagine our situation, 11pm, no transport, no place to crash nd stuck in Dwarka for the rest of the nite wid nothn to do!!

As it often happens with us, everybody knew what NOT to do, but nobody knew exactly what to do....So we decided to call up our friend "Ghattu Bhaiya"(who lives in vasant kunj), who ultimately ended up providing us with all our entertainment for the night....The conversation went something like this:-

Ghattu(picking up the phone after 3 calls) - "Hello.."
We - "Ghattu where r u??"
Ghattu - "Im busy, out with my dad"
We - "Hum tere ghar aa rahe hain"
Ghattu - "ok...How many??"
We - "7...we'll reach ur house in 15 mins, masti marenge raat bhar"
(At this point, Ghattu had almost lost his voice in shock and was now desperatly thinking of excuses)
Ghattu - "Umm...."
We - "Chal thanks, aa rahe hain"
Ghattu - "Wait, the house is locked.."
We - "No prob, we'll wait outside....by the way, you do have dinner ready rite??"
Ghattu - "Umm...."
We - "Gr8, thanks, almost reached your house,Bye"
Ghattu - "Wait!!..."

Of course,having acheived our purpose of scaring Ghattu we had hung up, and with some unexpected luck had arranged for a couple of autos....
With our luck picking up, somebody had the bright idea of spending the night in 'CUMSUM', a 24hr cafe cum resturant near Nizammudin.So with a little cash between the 7 of us, we set out to spend the next 6hrs of the night sitting in a resturant with only a pastry each...

Now words cannot describe how we managed to sit in one place for the whole night, too tired to roam about but too uncomfortable to sleep!!
Though the crowd was pretty rocking at first, but by 4:30-5, it also started to thin down...

Eventually the night was lost in a daze of stale cigarette smoke and a LOT of pj's involving ghattu.... Entire songs were made up dedicated to ghattu, which remain popular still [;)] ...

Everybody had tales to share and experiences to recount....by and by the time passed and as the first rays of the morning sun hit our dreary faces, we realized the night was over... looking around the table, i realized it was definetly one of the longest night of our lives, but it was also one of the most interesting ones [:)].....