OK guys, since all of you are just too lazy to post a report, here's my report. Short and sweet.
I landed at 4pm and reached home by 5pm. iRaghava picked me up by 5.30 and we drove via some road somewhere to see a fellow members black zen.
While were waiting for them, someone came in a M3 and asked us the way to the place where the TBHP meet was, so we realized they were members too. Good fun.
Till now, honestly, i had no idea this meet was gonna be this big. I think there were 40 people or so.
Then we drove to this so-called farm house, which was absolutely gorgeous. I would not call it a farm house, as there is no farm, but probably the largest lawn(s) I've seen. Like you could have a party with 1000,2000 people easy.
It was very kind of the host to let us use his house.
When we entered the gate, it was madness. I've never seen so many team-BHPians. Superb.
I saw a few cars, some bling, some sound some wacky bonnet opening on it's own (yes, autopsyche's work) and greeted it with an appropriate B word.
Then we just sat around the lawn and drank, laughed, drank, laughed, drank, moved to another lawn, I got hit on by a sardarji who was not really a member here.
Then we drank and laughed and drank and laughed and drank and ate some amazing BBQed food, then rolled on the grass, sat on a cow, drank, then I learned one thing.
Dilli wale badey gandey hote hai. Everyone got fully drunk and payed homage to everyone else mother and sister and daughter. Every single statement rang of family values.
A simple sentence such as "pass me a kabab" was also punctuated with family values. It was wonderful.
I learned punjabi-delhi words for testicles, penis and chicks. it was simply awesome.
TSK was taking pictures and his camera was having trouble auto-focussing, because it was dark. So every picture was greeted with "phad-phad kar raha hai flash, kharaab ho gaya kya" etc etc. I wanted to tell TSK that nobody could focus on the camera anyways, so the focus of the camera didn't matter.
Then we wanted to drink BUT all the alcohol got over, so JB (Autophile does not DRINK!!) went and got the same quantity of alcohol all over again. Then we drank.
Then we ate some more, then Gunbir left because he had to. So we said bye to him and drank.
Then Fuelled and aza climbed a hillock and passed out. So i climbed up the hillock and climbed on top of a bullock (statue). Then everyone came up the hillock and driven, who is a sardarji started speaking really bad gujarati.
Then i taught everyone parsi badwords.
Then we drank.
Then iraghava insisted that everyone's mother was an exotic dancer. He had been drinking lots.
Then aza and fuelled stared at the stars and wished they were having sex (with girls) instead of lying down on a hillock at a team-BHP meet.
Then some people left...the rest climbed the hillock and then we called psycho in bangalore and all of us remembered his mother. That also was superb fun.
Then after that we drank more and made stupid jokes and laughed. Panky12345 was the leader in this movement.
I shall give you an idea of the rubbish we were talking.
It started off by Gunbir telling me, it was very obvious i was not from delhi as I was wearing red pants. He said that in Delhi there are many buffaloes that run behind people in red pants. I rubbished his statement. Then he told me the story of how LBM was one giving a demo in his open car and a buffalo tried to enter the swift.
I then named him low-bhains-makker. It was hilarious at the moment. Low_bhains was of course doing the dew and making the controversies.
A good time was had by all. Thank you for making this one of the best trips I've ever had.
Sorry, this is more or less what i can remember. Hope you enjoyed my report. Lots more will come from other reports, i promise you.
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Originally Posted by caroholic1 |
Yeah that about sums it up
