Once upon a time, a group of friends went to the hills, at an 'altitudes' of say 6000ft. Their excursion lasted for 6 days. They travelled in buses, sung songs, discussed movies (like 'dhande ki rani ko chhayee jawani', 'suar ki suhagrat mein ghodi ka kya kaam'), hung from ropes, held on to ropes to cross perilous valleys and ropeways, wearing "5 strap boobless bras", fell from tables onto waiting hands, climbed endless mountains, descended some even steeper ones, kilometre by kilometre, trudging on, reaching water, the ultimate salvation of rushing sound in the ears, drenched, soaked, thirst quenched, staying up, talking into the night, dancing like tribals around the customary bonfire, listening to "DJ's" ghost stories, card games, cold baths, collecting fuel, cooking, shouting, climbing rocks, rain, hilarity with people slipping all over the hill, bastarding(unique form of bitching), flirting, 'bomb' games, food, plums, bitching, lake, lichis, photographs, memories!!
Alas, all to one end.. a massive joke and then nothingness.
Going back, they stopped at a sucky restaurant, the bus stopped, the heat was intense. There was salvation, a garden hosepipe, an obliging gardener, bliss revisited. An ordinary lunch always seems cullinary heaven at 5:30 in the afternoon. Add to that, intricacies of the mind, curiosity of youngsters and you get a heady mix. The topic of conversation through filled mouths, abuses, sighs happened to be words. Not just ordinary words, but of a language, a language that reads right to left, seems just as legible as ants crawling on paper, the language Urdu. Fanaa means destruction, tallafuz means pronounciation, alham-dul-ilah means God Bless you..
After the stuffing, all rose to leave, of course with a craving for photography again, as well as for the hosepipe. As the final moments approached, eyes fell on 'hello moto', a rather busty instructor, who loved her motorola t-shirt. And pervease prevailed, with pointing fingers and shrieks of alham-do-lillah, god bless you with do bade bade lillah, talham no lillah..... The bus journey was filled with only laughter.!