No Topic !!!

Clutch… First Gear … Accelerator…

I have got no topic for this particular story. As always I tried my best to find out a word or two, which would probably summarize the whole story, but I couldn’t. Hope I will find one by the end of this story. Keep guessing what it is all about. So here we go…

Second gear…..

Now the protagonist of this particular story is my roomie “Sundar”. His name reminds me of the old Raj kapoors’ character in the movie Sangam. Hey just a minute… only his name is similar to that of Raj Kapoors’ character not his attitude-personality or looks… He is smart, young, working in a reputed software company, his brain is still working perfectly (I have to tell this coz I mentioned software company).I hope that will give a foggy sketch of Sundar. So that’s Sundar for you.

From here on the story contains 90% imagination, 5% my personal experience, 4 % from the in depth learning of various FWDs related to love and of course 1% of truth.

Now let’s move to highway…third gear...

Last Saturday it was Sundars’ birthday. He organized a party for his friends at Hotel ShivSagar. Since one of my flat mates had gone to his native place, Sundar decided to give an Exclusive Flatmates’ treat on the next weekend. Means, we were not invited to his birthday party. Anyway the story has nothing to do with his flat mates. Let’s move on. He invited around 12 of his project mates/schoolmates/friends to his party. 5 of them had CAT classes, 2 were down with cold, 1 was out of town and 2 were sugars (who got dissolved in the rain). In the end there were only 2 chaps to celebrate his birthday. Lucky Sundar!!! His credit card is still in his purse, yet to see the outside world.

No Traffic… fourth gear ….

This is when we can judge our true friends. And I think these two are the closest friends he has in Pune. He met Radha at MPIXC (Multi Prupose Infy Xerox Center) in the month of November and they became friends. Their friendship grew in the chilly winter and in the hot summer and here she was in the month of July as one of his trusted friends. “Ravi”, his project mate, I am still not sure whether he is his best friend or whether he turned up because of Miss. Xerox. Whatever the reason be, Ravi was also there. Radha presented a beautifully wrapped gift to Sundar. At first he thought it was a book, later on he realized that it was a photo frame. And it had a beautiful picture of a young lady walking down the lane with a gentleman. Sundar was touched and he ordered all the cuisines that the Shivsagar guyz had. The so called party was over by 8 p.m. Radhas’ flat was around 10 k.m. from the Hotel and she was scared to go alone. Soon Sundar was making his way to the Auto stands. He got totally drenched and his dresses were stinking. Some how he got an auto and asked the driver to go to Shivsagar. As he reached the Hotel he saw a Pulsar stopping next too his Auto. It was Ravi. “Dude, don’t worry about her, I will drop her… You can take the Auto to your Flat and get yourself a hot cup of tea, else you will catch cold”. Ravi didn’t miss a single chance…. he scored as much as he could. Sundar was left all alone. The young lady was riding down the lane with his friend. Hey!!! Now that something similar to Rajkapoors’ Sangam “Dosth..dosth….Naa raha.. Pyar.. Pyar.. naa raha….” . And with a broken heart he came back to Flat. When I enquired about the party he just said three words….probably the topic of my story, “Chicks like bikes”.