One hour past midnight ,they left delhi.
Destination Jaipur,road trip for the beer bellys.
It was a spontaneous and a long "trip".
Pit stops, clicking pics and tea sips.
Drivers changing all night long,
Looking for matchsticks,the car was ransacked.
Beer and cigarettes during dawn.
Sleep was the only thing that they lacked.
Chinese lunch at RTDC was exotic.
Smoking the last noon's cigarettes,
They drove where nothing else mattered
Reached Rani sisodia garden - the "OMEN".
Searching for rani's soul,they wandered.
Surprisingly saw a peacock at the roadside
But the bloody coward ran away, bewildered.
Then the pigeons and the monkeys alongside.
Looking at the beautiful roads,Lohumi-"WOW"
The jinxed driver Singh-"Feel aa rahi hai na"?
Holy cow fucked the atheists in the car.
The protruding rock,fucked the car like a whore.
Petrol tank split wide open like a punctured boat.
Feelings of fear and panic started to afloat.
Freeze frame(Expressions via facial expressions)
Puru-"I am so fucked,my mother is going to kill me!"
Singh-"Damn you cow,I will always eat you beef style!"
Lohumi-"What are we gonna do now?"
Baba-"Always look at the bright side of life!"
Launchee-"Will somebody help us?"
The local lad took Puru to the mechanic and back,
A glimmer of hope of surviving, persuading a hijack.
Baba trying to push the car by himself to the side.
While the other 3 were thinking really wide.
Then there was this uncle,
The experienced leader of men.
He helped but not silently.
Narrating mishaps and deaths.
Then the mechanic took care of their whore.
While Puru and Launchee created dramatic soap opera scenes.
The almighty of the car,Puru was simply hopeless.
Chided by parents, Singh didn't deserve more.
The bleeding pads were fixed.
Local lad had stuff in store,
Deprived of time, they wanted food. Blissfully
Gave away a life time of charity to the poor.
The weed weapons were prepared inside the car.
In the nick of time,they got food.
Smoked weed while walking down the road.
The weed aroused Launchee's sentiments for the old waiter.
3 non drivers smoked weed again
On the highway,they looked up in vain.
The sky was moving at an indefinite pace
Puru to the drunkard truck driver, sarcastically,
"It is not a race!"
