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Memorable weekends

Memorable weekends at home!

Jas-Naz-Abhrajit-me-NagarajThe recession can be a tough time. Job loss, salary cuts, longer work hours, less sleep, more work, less rest and the stress can pile up even while the conventional methods of de-stressing become unaffordable. Not that I am used to pubing, dancing and eating out, but when most people try and complain about the salary cut, for example, expect your HR to get candid and offer some suggestions on cost cutting, which include ‘stop eating out’.


After having to tighten our belt, some of us who needed to catch up with each other dropped the plan to restaurant hop and shop, and meet instead at my place. Small and cozy five of us filled my little room. Tea cups served as glasses, we sipped on our coke and gossiped and bitched and spat venom at right wing activist trying to disrupt Valentines Day. We bought boxes of take away Biryani, chomped into thick chunking grilled chicken, washed it all down with sweet curd and yapped on, it alludes me now, on what exactly we yapped!

The small spread

The day wore on and cups of strong tea were passed around by Naz. The round nutty Ferrero Rocher chocolate bought by Abharajit were delicious as we dozed through some of the footage Nagaraj recently short in Andhra Pradesh as part of a short film.


I don’t know how but the discussion gently moved towards Naz and her experiences with ghosts! yes you read me right. When she  lived in her college hostel a few years ago, she had quiet a few horrific runins with these ‘smoky’ figures. This opened up a Pandora’s Box, Nagaraj had his tales to recount of his encounters and as the clock, unnoticed, edged towards 7.00 p.m we realized we had to wind up and call it a day.


Poor Abharajit had an hour and a half to travel before he reached home, which was at the other end of town. Jasmine had a date waiting since 4.00 p.m that evening and yet, we had some much more to chat about. Good ,thought I, another reason to meet again.


Most people would think it is the fancy restaurant and its ritzy glamour, expensive food and wines that would make it a memorable day. Yesterday I was reminded, yet again, that it is not the money, just the warmth of the people around you that makes all the difference.


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