Dukes of Hazard

Thank God (yea, the one i dont believe in much) for the mavericks. The non conformists.
This was the thought that ran through my mind as i sat gulpin away mug after mug of the Kingfisher on a Friday nite after a tiring week in office. With my project mate and chief partner in crime, AsP. Must be the only time a PA in infy had to promise a beer to his resource to get something done! ;)
I like something about the ones who retain their recklessness for life even after supposedly growing up. Which is tough to find in the place and industry i am in. Where people try to become avuncular even before their into their mid twenties. Can't stand them. The so called 'respectable' order they try to bring into everything in life. The home. The demure wife. The two kids. The housing loan. Gimme a friggin' break.
Coming back to this particular nite, as the beer poured in, we started enunciating on the ladies we loved and lost, the intimate adventures with them, the self obsession we have for ourselves (which probably finally explained to me why i love bein pampered by whichever girl i am with at the time), and the managers who have tried to make life hell. Finally, as my last bus was about to leave, AsP decided it was not enough. With the promise of a midnight drunk drive on his trusted Activa, we stayed back to down a few more. In the meanwhile, called AA back from where he was halfway to his home, and AA bein the sweet guy he is, came back to watch us indulge ourselves and listened patiently to whatever we spewed on the nite.
Finally, after a couple of cigarettes more, we decided it was time to take the trip to Sus Rd. Staggeringly, we got onto the Activa and let loose. I would never promote the idea of drunk driving, but somehow on the nite, it was great. Poor AsP did not realise how much out of his way he would have to go to let me off home, but go he did. And took the lonely trip back to his joint. Thanks to the hangover next morning, I could not even wake up for my weekend tennis session with Ab, despite his six missed calls and life threatening SMS'.

Like i said, Thank God for the mavericks. The world won't go round right without 'em.