If At First You Fail, Destroy All Evidence You Tried

Friday. Diwali was successful. People enjoyed the skit. People enjoyed the dance performances. In general people had fun. I had fun too. I deserved it... the rest of the week had been super stressful. As Christina said, my procrastination curve had peaked on Friday and exploded later that evening - with a plastic katana et al.
Priya said that it was a proven fact that hangovers enhance sporting performances. She was wrong. The next morning on Saturday, I lost both my matches to mediocre players at an inter-college table-tennis tournament.
The rest of Saturday, however, progressed rather well. After a long time James and I spent some time cleaning the brain and playing chess, lazing in his suite listening to Talking Heads and Tom Waits and later admiring natural fractals on our monumental expedition to the observatory.
Feeling rather energetic, I borrowed James' iPod and went for a long walk with 'Light My Fire', 'Heard it Through the Grapevine' and 'Crosseyed and Painless' on repeat. Dropped into a random freshman's room and 'borrowed' a can of beef ravioli and chilli noodles. I decided to stop by Pragyan's room and pick up my chocolate brownie fudge ice-cream which had been lying in his fridge for days now... Unfortunately someone had neglected to turn the fridge on, so I found my beloved iced with a crust of fungi.
Dejected, I decided to eat at the diner... the rest of the evening is slightly hazy, except that the three above mentioned songs had been looping in my ears and head for the past few hours. We played hangman in the diner for an uncomfortable length of time. I was pissed I couldn't guess Judge Dredd.
Fearing that the stale warm convection currents of the radiators were messing with my head, I convinced a motley crew of friends and acquaintences to join me for a walk to the dark netherlands of Rogers' Estate, entertaining them with horror stories of naked, psycotic serial killers.
I discovered I'm not the only insane movie buff and that there are people who've probably seen many more movies than me (read: Aglae and Elena), but it's always nice to discuss obscure Chinese and Korean movies with people.
Tired from the day's hurricane, I declined to participate in any further activity and retire. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. At some inhuman hour an irritating buzz fills my head. It was my phone, not Alex. Don't know which is the lesser evil. Amit says that they (rest of the motley crew) had managed to lock their keys inside the car. If it was a 1985 Maruti Suzuki 800, I would understand how that could happen. But armed with an state of the art automatic, I imagine it would take some skill to find yourself in that situation. Unable to process their request to give them a five minute crash course on how to pick car locks over the telephone, I fell back asleep and had a lovely dream where the Maity name was no longer associated with delinquency. At four thirty in the morning the buzz returned. This time I hoped it was Alex passing gas in his machine gun manner, but it was the phone again.
A very incoherent voice was saying that they had been kidnapped by the Slovakian mafia and were being carted off to Sylvan Beach to be sold as pets to rich Arabian sheiks. My first thought was that the Slovakian mafia was very inefficient. How can you kidnap someone and not pat them down and take their cell phones away... albeit T-Mobile never works anywhere, but someone could have had a Verizon...
Shraddha was freaking out on the phone. I kept mumbling non-commital responses. The phone makes its round around the motley crew. I hear crackling background laughter and a few what the fucks. I almost fall back asleep before someone talks to me again. I think it was either Pragyan or Amit, perhaps it was both, or maybe they are the same person, or perhaps I imagined it all, I am not sure, but someone spoke to me and said that they were fine and that they were driving back to college and started laughing with a hic. I assumed that the coversation was over and fell back asleep. The next morning my neck was sore as I had slept on the phone.
I need a holiday.