Cut to Yudlee do-
My Lets-have-a-good-time friend.He was not my childhood friend.Infact i have known him from past few years only but there is something charismatic about this guy.Our first meeting was quite unusual and not ideal to get converted in to a good friendship.But that's the way with Yudlee.You are bound to expect the unexpected with him.
It happened that day when i was enjoying my evening walk in the park.A bulky & unshaven guy was continuously staring at me as if i am an object of his ultimate desires.I tried to ignore him but his idiotic grinning made the matter worse for me.I felt uncomfortable so i went straight to him and asked "hey what makes you grin like that?"
The guy without any hesitation looked at me and started laughing profusely.I was too confused to react on his such fatuous behaviour so i immediately retreated from there,thinking of him as some mental patient.I left the park that very moment and decided to have some ice-cream to cool down the sudden shock.There were many vendors waiting for customers so i too became one of the customer and as i reached for my wallet i was again struck with a blow.My hand kept looking for my wallet here & there but all in vein.
Then suddenly i heard a hoarse voice from back saying "Mister are you looking for this??
I turned and i saw that same bulky & unshaven guy waving at me with my wallet in his hand.He gave back my wallet and said "I am too sorry for my behaviour in the park,actually i found your wallet lying there around my bench and due to my extra inquisitive nature,i saw one of your passport size photo which i found too amusing.See yourself....It looks like you have just seen a dead guy(laughs again....this time much louder)
At that point of time the correct reaction would be to simply say thanks and leave from there because someone was laughing at your expense and that too at your face.But surprisingly i was more amused rather than being angry about Yudlee's hillarious comments.Somewhere at the back of my mind i too had the same feeling about that picture of mine and i felt good that someone shared my line of thoughts.
Yudlee quickly came back to his normal face.No more of grinning & laughing now.He then asked me to have a drink with him as a note of apology.Firstly i was bit apprehensive but somehow Yudlee managed to convince me.Right in our first meeting i was taken a back by his easy going nature,loud laughter and tailor made joke for every god damn situation in this world.

From then onwards we became regular vodka buddies.We used to share each & every fragment of our lives.For me he became a guy to whom i can bitch about anybody.Whether it's my boss,whether my relatives,my friends and even Demona.She became the prime topic of our discussions.Every time we meet,Yudlee used to come up with innovative ideas like kidnapping her and make her dance on the song 'jab tak hai jaan,janejahan mai naachungi' with floor covered with dog shit.
We meet,we drink,we laugh,we bitch that all pretty much sums up so many of my resplendent evenings with Yudlee do.

Cut to Sunday Morning-
Now coming back to the present day,Yudlee was lacking originality.I have never seen him like that.He seems to be desperate and facing some kind of mental trauma.I kicked off the conversation.

-Hey Yudlee do! You look pathetic man.

-Yeah lately I have been dreaming a lot and the whole grandeur of those dreams make me more frustrated about my current situation. I am nothing but just Mr.Shit.

-Hey don't say like that.There are some people who have done better then you to grab that respective title(subjected to my meeting with Moby & Shaggy).


-Hmmm....I don't know about that.I just want you to have a drink or two with me now.


-Drinking in the daylights????are you out of your freaking mind?It's just not the right time to have a good time.I have some serious issues to taken care of.


-Hey don't be so tough on yourself. You need a healthy brake brother.I am asking you to have one drink.Nothing more than that.


-No way Yudlee!! I am not party to this venture of yours.I have to go now.


-Listen bro...Maybe we can share some good laughs and use our wild imaginations to plan a torturous trap for Demona.


-Hmmm...that sounds interesting but this is not the moment for it.We can surely ignite our evil desires when i return back home.I promise you that.You know how much i hate that bitch.


-Oh please! my cuty-booty.Just one damn drink and then you go your way and I....I will just sit under the fan and wait for the evening to come so that we two brothers can again board our ride to Trance land.C'mon mate.What you say??


-Why are you so getting desperate about few cheap lousy drinks.I said we can have it later and moreover I cannot have it now as i have to drive a long way and these drinks makes me dizzy.So please you better let me go now.See you later.Goodbye.


I turned on the ignition of my car and hurriedly left the premises.As my car moved ahead,the rear mirror showed me reflection of 'Yudlee do' for a longest time.He was standing there unmoved & erect and watching me go far and far.

I began my journey.All by myself.No one was there to cheer for me,No one was there to correct me if i was wrong and no one was there to make me feel that I am wanted.It was just me & my solitude.
I took the highway,switched to the top gear,pushed the excelator further more and followed the straight road which seems to be endless.Meanwhile the radio played the song "zindagi ke safar mei guzar jaate jo makaam wo fir nahi aate....
I felt like as if i am the participant of some reality show like big boss or something and my whole life story is being telecast in front of the world for the mere entertainment of duds who spent half of there life watching reality t.v and rest half criticising about the level of the shows & making fun of the characters.Maybe it's just there way to ejaculate all the frustrations in there own not so ideal lives.
At that point of time the least i needed was sympathy of some useless creatures so i changed the channel and next my ears were hurted by a song called "na koi umang hai,na koi tarang hai...meri zindagi to kati patang hai".
Such were my life diaries....harsh,typical and fucking cruel.