Delhi,13 June!
"When you will have everything in life, You'll realise that it's not the 7 series that you're craving for, or the 10 digit tag line that you are going to carry but it is about that rusty old pulser of your college days, those 2000 bucks were most happening that you used to withdraw in domination of 100 to make it last.At least for a week " Hardik said to the interviewee. "And believe me,We all have the same beginning and end with all different stories".
Hardik looked at his phone as the interviewee left,with a promise of call letter in a month.the greatest lie ever told!
3 missed calls and a text,Hem!
"Off to Delhi from Amritsar,Shivansh on his way too.Will be there by Nine."
Hem and Shivansh were Hardik's best friends from college days.They Shared a room together and a bond! unbreakable.
Like every close group of college,They had a resolution too.They promised they'll meet every year on this exact date ,14th of June,Luckily 4 years have passed and it holds as if it was meant to be.It's Ashu's B'day.Ashutosh Raghuvanshi The guy who never completed college yet the one having peace.Their Fourth roommate cum friend cum clown cum intelligent piece of shit.
"I'll pick you from New Delhi." Hardik text him back
He packed his stuff and moved out of the office.In the parking lot was his BMW 7 series, different in its very own appearance.He hoped in and begins the ride with a surge of electric power. New Delhi railway station is not far from Connought Place.
Within 20 minutes he was standing outside the Station and spotted Hem,who will hardly go unnoticed because of his Heavy Jat personality.
"Wtf Hem,I've told you not to wear those Gold Chains, You look like Buppy lehri"said Hardik, who was literally one fourth of Hem's personality had the right to say whatever he wants and still gets a hug back every time,Or a smile of nonacceptance.
No it wasn't that Hem loved him too much but the fact that even his love pat will lead him to Fortis for a week or so.
"Let's go get Shivansh,His flight arrives at 09:50" Hem said as he snatched the keys of the BMW from Hardik,And the fear in Hardik's eyes was obvious. This guy knows no difference between a BMW and Alto,He'll ride both of them the same way, luckily,He knew that he won't die of a car accident when Hem's driving. He may die of heart attack though! 27 minutes and they were at the parking lot of the Indira Gandhi International Airport. Now you know why Hem scares the shit out of Hardik.
Airports are always the best collaboration of the high and low class, Some people do not enter the food arena because of the overpriced sandwiches and those who can afford it, Do not like the taste at all.
They knew where they'll find Shivansh as they headed to the custom seized items shop. He stood right there in Ray Ban aviators and the Tissot watch.
"BC,I knew it,Where else would you go" Hem said as they all hugged.
"C'mon,let's go! Greater Noida is a little far and we need to be there before 12".Hardik said as they walked towards the exit
"It's just a glimpse away,buckle up,We'll reach by 10:30.I'll drive" Hem said with all the confidence he had.
"NO" both of them shouted and tucked him into the rear seat.
Greater Noida,11:30pm
Greater Noida in June is same as Goa in May.Both are off season.Liquor sales in both the areas go down.
Students depart to their home and the economy of Greno is shacked.Greno is a place which depends largely on the sales to students,who are either rejected by IITs and NITs or they never thought of
any such thing called B.tech. They reached the famous Manoj Tea stall in Jagat Farm and as usual,ordered CHAI along with that marvellous stick usually known as Marlboro Advanced.They were getting all the attention of the stall owner.Firstly,no students will come to have tea in June and second its not everyday that such a big car stops at a tea stall.Nostalgia was in the air
They remembered how they passed their four years here and how their thoughts of being rich came true.
"It's 11:50, I'll go get the cake" Shivansh said as he approached the car and took out the cake they bought from L'Opera,Khan Market.
They decorated the cake which read "HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHU" and lit up the candle.It was 12 till now. They blew the candles and sang the B'day song,except for the "Happy long life to you" part.The stall owner escorted himself to the cake,in a hope of getting a bite.
"Whose B'day is this Sir?",He enquired with enthusiasm.
"He's not in here",Shivansh replied.
"Must be in Foreign then,Earning Money" Stall owner did not give up.
"He's Dead",Hardik said as he opened the first page of Ashu's Diary-cum-Novel which they read every year on his B'day.
