Mad Season.

I was returning Eric's hard disk yesterday (Sunday). To celebrate this momentous occasion we check into Hornbill. Eric, who is on leave from today, was on fire. So we drink well into the night (1200AM).

As usual, I trek to the stage and haul myself into a mathree. Nothing happens until we reach the Carni junction. A good number of people alight. As we move off again, there are loud noises in the in the back. Wow! Its was like an entire sea was sloshing about in a tea cup. So I look back; Alas, a fellow was furiously kissing a girl.

Being very high, I just stare on, mannerlessly. Being high for their own part, they don't give one damn. Suddenly, the guy hikes up the chic's top, hooks his finger on her bra, and yanks the thing free. He proceeds to roam all over, like a conquering Hitler.

I am producing incomprehensible noises now. The guy was in the mechanics of pulling down her trousers when the chic noticed I was staring at them. She pushed him off and tried to hurriedly cover her exposed breasts.

And thus the end came too quickly for this in-the-flesh movie.