The Lond Weekend in Nor-F**k

Pre-Script:

Stuff in blue is from the-great-king-of-all-times..one and the only one.. The-Prafulla-The-Rawal..YO!!

Stuff in black is from G, red is from RR and green is from Game

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Hi All readers.. if someone would ask me to write a line about this trip.. I would begin in my original copyrighted way that.."Time spend is well spent with people you love".. but in this cruel world of gamers..who cares about original or copyrighted stuff.. I am sure.. once I am done..and ask for example.. G to write something about the trip.. she would copy my quotes..here and there.. neways..

“Time spend, is well spent with the people you love”

This refers to the trip we had to Norfolk for the long summer weekend from 23^rd of May to the 25^th of May.

Penning down these memories gives me a chance of revisiting them and whenever I do so there is an after-taste left behind. (Better not to be addressed as a hangover as I surely enjoy this after taste and don’t repent the events that lead to it.)

This trip exemplifies how imperfect faces (a big EXCUSE ME!) make a perfect picture.

For us it was how imperfect personalities (sun lo Rak and Man.. this line is for you I guess) make a perfect life experience. (True! :))

Before I start with the description, I would like you to know about the people who were a part and also about the people who unfortunately couldn't be a part of this trip. We met through common friends forming links and within no time these weak links developed into strong bonds of friendship and love. The occasional discussions of how and when bring on a smile on our faces (except for Rakshit.. where it brings a disastrous laugh..WHOO..HAA HAA HAA - in his own words.. "yaar mere all time fav mythological characters are those useless Ravan's Assitant in Ramayan.. who used Laugh like mad for no reasons.. "... and in everyones else's words.. Rak laughs Only and Only in two situations.. One..when there is a reason to laugh.. and second.. when there is no reason to laugh.. btw on senti side.. this trip were definitely three continuous day with highest ration of laughs/days over my life:-)) It all started with random weekend meets and in no time we started looking forward to weekends. Friday mail sessions to plan the weekend are legendary. Where ideas are floated, ripped, accepted, discarded and modified. (eh lo..mein to trip pe pahuch gaya and G abhi tak random weekend meets mein hi atki padi hai.. wa kai ni)

One such mail chain was the reason you are going to read the next few lines. The drive was to do something over the long weekend; somewhere out of London, to kick back, get close to nature and well just get out of routine. After many mails over the deciding the place we finally pinned down the destination to Norfolk- eastern coast of the island country UK. Now is the time for me to start giving credit to people who actually made the initial plan happen. Me- for suggesting the place, sexy boy- for supporting me, rakran- to do all the bookings (well not all), game- for being a super game for everything and being on board and pzafulla- for not not knowing anything except the word “Norfolk” (he didn't even know whether this place was north/south/east/west of London!!!). - seriously.. didn't even know that whether the journey starts from King's cross or Liverpool.. which everyone including Trip Planner exactly knew and communicated well in advance..

We decided to leave on 23^rd May, Saturday on a historic trip which will be remembered for its walks, crawls (I wanted a hike and was made to crawl!!), here is one of those crawling camera pic..

cards, jokes, food, Frisbees, phones, bikes, hot chocolates and well but of course cancer patient, their yogurt eating habits and all in all re-discovering meaning of friendship (yes yogurt always promotes friendship) and ourselves. The time decided to meet was 8:15 am by rakran (the train timing was 8:15), so no contingency whatsoever to get tickets and catch the train. I managed to be there before 8:00am with no one at the station and no contacts. Finally got a text from rakran mentioning-“no trains from Liverpool station but all trains from Kings Cross”. Immediately, I get a call from Game “I am at King’s Cross!” (I never suggested that this meant we meet at King's Cross... that too AFTER Game had arrived once at Liverpool that morning - well.. he paid the price for not waiting!). hahaha "Paid The Price"?? is that phrase you used Rak? haha.. gaye ab to tum.. puri trip mein game ko samajh nahi paye tum.. puri price vasool karega Game ab tumse:P With no clue of what to do next I decide to wait and see which station rakran and pzafulla decide to go to and they arrive at Liverpool Street. The next 10 mins were just filled of laughter, allegations and defences. Finally, after rakran convinced game to come join us at Liverpool St station we started with our 3 hour long 3 leg journey. Liverpool street station- Ingate-stone station by bus, Ingate-stone station- Norwich by train and Norwich- Cromer by a tiny 2 carriage train!.. btw.. a phone conversation between Rak and Game has not been mentioned here..to keep things clean ;)

The highlight of this journey was the legendary “bench pe to aao” (remember the popular slang from HINDI? kaun aao?) stop at Ingate-stone station and the price rakran paid for making game run with the “parathas” up and down from Liverpool St to Kings Cross and back. Now the price he paid is- Interrupting G here.. To give you a little background.. when we were planning the trip.. I came up with a novel idea that lets not take Camera and lets have out-of-the-life trip.. and as you can guess Rak was real against it.. so we concluded that.. I will always be ready to click Raks picture.. as he would Love to have his photos taken! :) I did fulfill my promise with the help from Manish.. as you can see in the attached pic

He was tactfully removed from every single photo of the journey by using tools like zoom, fingers in front of him, timings of clicks and well taking pictures exactly when he had his back to the camera. After a hearty breakfast with parathas (courtesy games bhabhi) and sabzi (courtesy pzafulla) on the “bench” we started with the second leg of the journey with minor incidences on the way like almost missing the train at Norwich. We were busy removing rakran from photos- can you blame us??!

We, during the lazy journey understood that we all laugh at a same joke with our own views assuming all have understood what you understand and are laughing at he same thing. E.g.:- “gira denge- that is what we normally do”

Rakran thinks- ‘lifeafey gira denge- that is what we generally do”

Game thinks- “shittey (hugga) gira denge- that is what we generally do”

Pzafulla thinks- “bacchey (children) gira denge (abortion karr denge) - that is what we generally do??!?!” and goes to the next level to imagine rakran running around asking random girls- “girana hai? - that’s what we normally do”

G thinks- “well she is scared to think anything- pata nahi sochne pe bhi le lenge”

Since then, we have realised confirmation of the meaning of the jokes is highly necessary to make sure all laugh at the same joke. So often if you see a gamer asking- “kya samjha- kispe hasa tu??? Huh? Huh?” please do not mind- we recommend you do that too. This helps maintain consistency!

Arrival at Cromer officially marked the start of the trip- considering that we passed a major hurdle by actually reaching the right place. My instant thought was” well, atleast we are here! Everything else will follow” and followed it did! We quickly popped at Morrison’s to get the food supplies and started to walk towards the 4 star B&B rakran booked for us with a pool and all! Having our lunch and gaining strength (trust me it is just a reason for eating- we are always well fed) for starting the rummaging through the neighbourhood and the local area we started our walk to the sea and seeing the sand were absolutely tempted to venture into the cold waters. This is the time when pzafulla paraded his new found shape (Mr. Schwarzneger?), all played in water, pzafulla lost his Frisbee and me my phone both to the thirsty sea!

And not to be forgotten GJ stone which Gauri lost in the turmoil. Not dejected by the incidences we had to go back to the hotel (wearing wet Ts and drenched Jeans) get changed, had gallons of hot chocolate and start the walk along the coast. This was an absolute experience considering we saw the most scenic views. Pzafulla made the most of it by literally clicking 100 photos of the sunset whereas game proved his photographic calibre by taking some of the best shots and achieving new heights on the creative front by clicking the famous “love triangle” photo!

A drinks session, a hearty meal, rakran’s infamous comments, excessive noise/ rakran’s “dahaadi” laughter, knocks from the neighbouring room to control the decibels marked the end of that day!

Day 2 was with an eventful start to the day with rakran getting injured but an innocent throw from game with the “£2 chopper Frisbee”. He with no delay removed a “lifeafey (word coined by rakran highly modified by G to reach a complete new genre meaning envelops in the end) sized plaster which absolutely refused to stick let alone stay for a while. I think the breakfast was also really nice... my radar scanning all tables for some left-over milk and/or toasted bread etc etc :D. We walked to Cromer town centre to get our bus to the next stop of the trip Burnham Deepdale. Having some time to spare till the next bus arrived we visited the pier of Cromer and shopped for some souvenirs. On our way we passed Wells by the Beach- a very colourful little town- instantaneously all desired to stop by this place before we leave. As the bus waited in the traffic jam, Game kept staring at a 'hot' babe which pleased her boyfriend!!! Later we met a cancer patient- who was in fact travelling with us all this while. We felt from the deepest corners of our heart. We all wanted to make a sad face. Whilst others were highly incompetent in making such sad faces, Rakran's expression looked extremely sad because of the Nympho Shrink Coma that he is suffering from! (as can be seen in the pic below)

We stayed in a hostel/ camping site in Burnham Deepdale! After having dropped our bags in the “lockers- without locks that is” we left for the absolutely “banjar” salting and creek walk. Pzafulla got all excited to do whatever it takes to reach the lake with the birds by even jumping into a muddy pond- but alas he(we) didn’t make it to that small lake. We finally in the search of woods entered a small highly vegetated area and later played cards in the fields. The highlight of this session of cards was that Game, despite being Rakran's team-mate wanted rakran to lose the Dehla (10 number card) he had... why? he explains "Tang aa gaya hoon main pees pees ke" :D :D :D... And this was also the time when Hyderabad beat Bangalore in the IPL final (ah what a tangent this sentence is!!) Back in the hostel treated ourselves with pizzas and coke (staple food) and played more cards. Back to the bunk beds- absolutely irritated a lady with all the noise and no access to the w/c, as well of course we had to get our stuff sorted.

Day 3 we left for Wells by the Beach. The plan was to hire bikes and go around the town and we acted accordingly. We cycled to the beach to experience a beauty which was new for most of us- an absolutely clean, sand beach as long as you can see and stretched till the horizon with no breaks! We enjoyed to the fullest- cycling in water and posing for photos- “yaar mere bhi lele”. This was followed by meal (of wraps, cottage cheese and Doritos) in the nearby woods. Here we realised 2 things- cancer patient (rakran) loves yogurt (can't live without it) and having himself clicked. The details have been mentioned in the earlier article by a dear friend- pzafulla. Please do read it and be kind enough to donate towards the treatment of our friend. All said and done, we started cycling towards the lake (got pzafulla excited) and the house of the Earl of Leicestershire. One of the most memorable experiences of my life- to cycle through the lush greenery, be with friends, not to worry about what next or tomorrow but just enjoy! We explored the area thoroughly right from the tree branches (we have crazy clipping there) to the edges of the lake. Back to the town centre we lost our way into one of the most beautiful stretches of woods- probably the first time no one complaint on being lost. Leaving the bikes with the bike shop we got a bus to Cromer to start our journey back to London. This time a different way Cromer- Norwich-Cambridge- Kings Cross. On the way back when the two prospective grooms got all chatty with their “to-be s” me and pzafulla decided to explore Norwich and did a small riverside walk. Back to London; none of us was probably ready to believe it was over?!

Well, its never over- we will mission out on more such trips as long as we can!

Well G is a good writer.. so I thought it would not be a good idea to insert stuff here and there disturbing her line of flow.. so here my short and sweet summary: To me it was a business trip.. which in Gamers lingo means len-den trip.. sala pura dimag laga ke.. 100% confidence se bole gaye sentences ki bhi pakad pakad ke le li gai.. aur upar se Rak.. wo to sentences process karta hi nahi bolne ke pahle.. for example hum bus mein hi baithe hi the.. and 5 min baad bus ek singal pe ruki.. and Rak was like "Oh Shit.. Bus yaha pahuch gai"?? :O:O kyon bhai.. ab chali hai to kahi to pahuchegi hi.. In short..If we could save one penny for each joke we cracked.. we would have a million dollar by the end of the trip.. biking on the beach.. cycling through the woods.. walking on the trails.. were all amazing.. but that feeling of 'this-is-life' sitting on the cliff edge..

away from the world and worries.. was just priceless.. it was like one of those trip which you see in movies like DCH.. and want to live! :-) Love you all for everything :-)

well, ab kya kahoon. What more can I possibly write. Enough has been written already. But then it's never 'enough' for gamers', is it?

Mania of emails with one at every 22 seconds. Is that enough?

OR fulla, who wouldn't even swear at a mosquito, yells at us (in his own words) 'bhencho*o aao'. A complete shocker..

OR yet again, rakran caught saying 'ben ch-ho-do to mazaa aa jaaye....'

OR our own Gxxx, who never opposed to the claims (in other words, whole-heartedly accepted) that she drank all of the 1 litre of water in the first 30 minutes of our 4 hours walk, but hours after this conversation was over, mutely informs us that she actually never filled the bottle. G you rock!!

OR the harassment we can create for other hostel-mates, that the women who waited long enough for an entry in bathroom, got so frustrated that she decided to gave up and changed right in the middle of the dorm-room (close, eh!).

So you see, the first thing we do is eliminate the limits, and then it's just us. Imagine. But trust me, you can't even get close...