Jhil-pi

With da exams getting over pressure was mounting for a good getaway plan. Nagpur was decided cos it was cheap (well for engineers that’s the golden word) n of course we wer promised a forest trip which kinda looked or rather sounded adventurous. So here I was wearing 2 sweaters n a jacket n a blanket at 6 degrees and on two pegs of rum (well i was told either have that or die in da forest b'cos of da cold..not much of a choice eh.).The forest is called Jhil-pi (read pee),we reached there at arnd 1 in da night after everyone thought that were on an inhuman quantity of grass(if u don’t know what’s that probably u shldnt be reading this).The cold was stingy n even though i protested against visiting da hyenas den they wouldn’t listen. I love animals too but only when they r served on a platter so visiting da hyenas at that time would have served no social cause..try explaining that to a bunch of giggling-nuthing-2-fear-doppers.So there we were facing da den n giggling laughing at the thoughts that whatever we do is right n that nuthing cud go wrong(still glad nuthing did).I think d hyenas didnt turn up cos they realised that there exists smellier creatures.Finally after the explorer in us died due to da exhaustion we gathered some wood n made a neat bonfire thinking that wud last until da early hrs of morning but that ass bose put enough petrol to ensure that the fire died out pretty early..Stoooopid.
25 kms deep inside the forest...only da moonlight guiding you..d only people u can trust r drunk n doped beyond hope.....ur surival instincts have already freezed to death..but then u smile,smile cos u know that it was all .....worth it.