A journey ends, the other begins

Exactly 10 years ago I had returned back to the city of joy from my long tryst in the desert kingdom which I had grown to love over the 7 years I had spent there, starting a new journey here was never easy, shifting to a completely different country, meeting new people and relatives, trying to make friends and holy crap adjusting to a school without Air conditioning, life was tough, hell it was hell for quite a few days, you get a gist of the crap I have been through from my earlier posts, check out the earliest ones for the best stories.

So around 6 years I shifted to my new residence and since rooms got bigger , accommodating friends was no big deal, in fact this gave to the rise in the massive number of sleepovers, check out "sleepover" for a brief history of the same. This get together would involve a few friends staying over at my place, staying up late and eating a ton of food, drinking a ton of cola and abusing and sharing a ton of kickass stories since all of us were crazy enough to have crazy stories which we had to share.

The Nagu, Babla, Chintoo and I, the ultimate crazy group with a ton of nonsense to spread and cherish, those were the days of college stories, women,football, goofs, chutiyapanti , you get the drift.

Recently we had another sleepover, with all 4 of us present , Chintoo came up with a very important point, 

"This could, actually it is the last proper sleepover we may EVER have"

Alas, it is the end of a journey, Chintoo is off to the US for 5 years to study and get his PhD, Nagu is off to Ahmedabad to work and Babla is busy touring the country, 5 years from now who knows what life holds for us all. Nothing will ever be the same again, its been a kick ass journey from college to work, while work may suck, its the weekends which people remember and it still is the same for us now, the last sleepover, the journey ends, we move on to another story of life its just this chapter which ends and which marriage beckoning for at least a few of us the story called the Sleepover , the activity, the long nights, the long stories we kept in just to share with one another over a few bottles of soda and ice cream , the abuses we sprayed on people and one another while the clock would strike 3 AM will now rest in memories.

Thou were a great friend, sleepover, thou shalt never be forgotten.