In old times - From Left to Right. Psycho, His Girlfriend, Me, Chidi, Ashish, Gulti.
Girl Sitting - Garima (Chidi's sister)
On a hill top near Bangalore. In the Mist
Participants: Me, Suri, Chidi, Psycho, Felix, Alex, Gulti. (All college mates)
Room mates: Me, Suri, Chidi, Felix
Location: House No 490, Kormangala 8th Block, Bangalore
It was around 9 in the night. On a Friday evening. It was way past my end of the official end of the working hours. But, in those days, late nights were quite usual for me. But, not today, I told myself. Not, when there is a birthday party at home. I had already received calls from friends (room mates + former college mates) and I had promised, I will be home soon. I finally left and entered my flat, where friends were waiting along with dozens of bottles of beers and numerous snacks.
You may find it had to believe, but I did not drink that night.(Not a beer person!). But, that did not stop me, from having a great night. Remembering college days, Discussing our unplanned futures, non-existent love lives, deep life philosophy, pulling each other legs. The night just did not seem to end. Finally around 4 A.M, people started looking for place to collapse. The lucky ones got the bed. Others took to floors and bean bags(Including me).
Left to Right: Psycho, Chidi, Felix, Me.
We do not know what we are trying to do.
I was the first one to wake up in the morning. A lovely, cool, typical Banglorean Saturday Morning. I looked for my mobile to see the time, but it wasn’t present, where I last remembered keeping it. I got up and checked my room. NOPE. Felt a little strange. Then, I went to the other room, where Suri and Felix were still sleeping. I checked quietly, but again NOPE. Then, I looked for Suri’s phone so that I could dial my number from there. It wasn’t on his bed. Felt a little stranger. On impulse, I woke up Suri and asked for his mobile. His mobile wasn’t present. Something struck us. We checked. None of the phones were present. Barring one. Alex’s phone. He had slept on the bean bag with his phone still in his pocket. We dialed everyone’s number, but each call met with the same response – ‘…is not reachable….’ SHIT. SHIT.SHIT. THEFT IN THE HOUSE. WHAT THE…...FIVE PHONES GONE IN A DAY!Then we noticed. The door of the house was ajar. And also Gulti wasn’t at home. Alex called Gulti and was told that he had left home early as he had to go to office (yes, on a Saturday) and he had asked Psycho before leaving to lock the door when he is gone.
No one knows, what Gulti told Psycho and what Psycho heard and whether he closed the door. (Though he says he did). Since, these two were the most drunk out of all of us, their testimony is a..umm…a bit shaky. :)
From Left to Right: Chidi's Towel, Me, Psycho
In Front: Suri
Location: House No 490.
This incident has become a part of folklore between us, and whenever we meet, we do not fail to remember ‘THAT NIGHT WHEN WE LOST ALL THE PHONES’. We attempted many times, in a playful way, to know the exact thing that happened, between the period Gulti left and talked to Psycho and whether he closed the door or not…but..nothing concrete came up.
And Nothing will. Because Gulti left us on Thursday, 6th Oct. Quietly. Suddenly. And Hopefully without much pain. He perished while doing what he loved doing. Being in the Mountains. He wanted to climb Kanchenjunga. But, he couldn't cope with the training part(I am guessing..) in Sikkim. He died, with, I believe, music still left within him. I just wanted to remember him for the kind of person he was. The Blabbering smiling guy. I have revisited him in my memories, in the photos of our trips together. I am done with grief. I am not looking for explanation from destiny. You can not mourn for ever..right? You got to move on. I had to let it go. But, my heart goes for his parents. For them, mourning will be life long. Rest in Peace(and please..not R.I.P) Gulti and give strength to his parents. You will live in our memories. And our stories. Always.