adventure i live with

Distance between my home and office is around 35kms. So, my Great Office Journey(to andfro) is generally taken care of by my two senior officemates who live near my house. Iaccompany them in their car and is very much dependant on them, more so in these timeswhen my father is not going office.

So, these two gentlemen are called Mr. G and Mr R. Its Mr G ,who usually drives the car as Mr R is suffering from some spinal injury, and good ol' me...haha...have just learnt to drive. They occupy the front two seats and i snug myself at the back of the car, least caring about anything and just looking around pretty ladies on the road( but i never twist my neck more than 90 degree....i promise...after tht it hurts) or just conjuring up castles in the air listening to music.

I am here to tell you the dangers i survive in...

actually G is, what we call as a gr8 connoisseur of alcohol in general and whisky in particular. So every once in a week(generally Friday), we stop at a wine shop at NH-8 highway, and he buys scotch, etc for himself plus a bisleri water bottle with a pack of salted peanuts and beer can for R. Its me, who has to drink half bottle of bisleri so that he can pour his alcohol in it...and he then starts driving and drinking from the bottle straight away...all simultaneously .... and its just 3-4 gulps, and whooshhh....the whole bottle of hard drink is gone...and when first time it happened..i was like a statue...thinking wat the fuck is going on...but in the end...i dunno wat can i say...so till date Drinking is being mixed with Driving at least once a week....and right now that is my life's solitary piece of adventure. Ad-Ven-Ture..for which i always craved for....my adventure, my life....