(Happy?) New Year

Happy New Year to all those reading this. I hope you had a wonderful start to the New Year. To know how I celebrated by (Happy) New Year read on...

• 9:00 PM : Thinks I'll celebrate the new year in the quilt with family.
  
• 9:25 PM : Calls Kunal to know what he's up to.
  
• 9:30 PM : Kunal invites me to Charcoal at Metropolitain Mall, Gurgaon. Mom objects. Almost fight to go out. It's late and foggy
  
• 9:45 PM : Leave for Kunal's house by car. Low visibility.
  
• 10:00 PM : Gets a call from Kunal, now going straight to Gurgaon.
  
• 10:20 PM : Enter National Highway No. 8, traffic jam with drunk guys drinking around. Visibilty 10 Meters.


• 10:45 : Stuck in the traffic jam, 5 drunk guys ram their car's door into mine. Ask them to be careful, they apologize. Visibility : Not known: Surrounded by cars all around.
• 11:00 PM : Still stuck in the jam, have no clue of my where abouts. Visibility : Fog sheds a little.


• 11:15 PM : Jam opens, I speed up and pray to reach before 12. Visibility : 5 Meters


• 11: 30 PM : Lost my way on the highway, think I've gone further than where I was supposed to take the turn. Not a soul in sight to ask for directions. Visibility :3 Meters


• 11:40 PM : Ask a fellow motorist for directions, he says I've come ahead of the turn, I need to go back 3 kilometers. Visibility: 3 meters


• 11: 45 PM : Finds a U-Turn, come back 3 kilometers, takes a U-turn again, ask for directions. The turn is 3 kilometers ahead. Visilbility: 0


• 11:55 PM : Turn found, huge traffic jam before the mall, drunk jatts from Haryana dancing in the middle of the road to blaring car stereos.


• 12:00 Midnight : Celebrate the new year stuck in the jam. Calls up home telling Mom I'm in the middle of a fabulous party.


• 12:05 AM : Found the car parking. The area is illuminated with white light on the fog.


• 12.10 AM : Outside Metropolitian Mall : Mall closed. No entry unless somebody from inside comes to take me. Calling Kunal, Cellphone network dead.


• 12. 15 AM : Ask a gentleman if I may use his cellphone to call Kunal.


• 12:20 AM : Kunal arrives, takes me Charcoal.


• 12: 25 AM : Drunk guys dancing like maniacs. Some sleeping on the sides.
  
• 12:45 AM : Cops arrives, asks the owner to close the club as its well past the usual closing time.
  
• 01:00 AM : Kunal and I go to McDonalds to eat.
  
• 01:30 AM : Lost our way to Vasant Kunj, I realised I drove half a kilometer in the wrong lane. (Why are they all coming towards me? I asked myself)
  
• 02:00 AM : Reach Kunal's home. Played Bussiness world for 2 hours along with some Vodka and stale McDonalds burger and fries...

Moral of the Story: MOM IS ALWAYS RIGHT.

...and this is how it looked at 12 noon the next day...

While at Lodhi road I saw a lil traffic jam... going further inside the Sai Baba's Mandir I found this...

Well I've always argued that Delhi USP doesn't lies in its expensive resturants but rather in the street food, I stopped by one to have some... The thing being fried is Kulchas and and the balls are called "Laddos" made out of fermented lentil floor and served with spicy mint chutney and grated reddish.