Goatie Goatie Goatie

Sick and tired of the mundane routine (yeah already!), me and Shandy decide to hit the road early on Saturday. A round of invitations are send around to the vettis and workoholics alike.
The final lineup reads Sai, Shandy, Sudhan and Andy. DJ opts out in the last minute giving us hope for a boat ride in muttukaadu, which we had earlier unanimously ruled out.
The combo is quite deadly offering hope for a laugh riot throughout.

Me and Sudhan reach Shandy's place through a village road, thanks to the PM's rural roads scheme (And you want broadband in this place, rite?). We sit there talking about how closely Shandy's bedroom resembles a porn studio. Andy arrives an hour late. By that time the topic had changed to the reservation controversy. Andy comes in panting. The consultant had forgotten that his killer machine required a certain substance called petrol to run. He comes in and curses his vehicle's Reserve.
Sudhan to Andy: "Finally now are pro or anti reservation?"

The four of us hop into the all new lean-mean-speed-thingie Soupnasundari (ok...thats a bit too much...).
As we reach the crocodile farm we discuss whether to enter now or come back in the evening when the sun is down.
Andy : “Dei , Indha area la veyyil nizhalla irrukum.”
Others : Laughing our guts out
Andy : “Sorry. Slip of the…..Mind”
Others: ????!!!!!!

We decide to go to Mahabalipuram and come back to the crocs later.



We park and have tender coconuts.
A goat approaches us. I pet it and say "Goatie...goatie"
Andy ( trying to impersonate me if the goat rams me ) : "Goatie...ahhh...Goatie...umm....Goatie...."
The moans were so natural that we burst out laughing. We never knew that the cowboy had a thing or two for goats too.
That was the hardest we had laughed in a long long time.


After recovering from the Goatie incident, we wander around aimlessly. We reach the shore temple, have a lousy icecream. With nothing much to do here, we decide to scoot.

We agree to catch a movie in Mayajaal. Shandy badly wants to watch X-Men III.
All hell breaks loose. Andy shouts "I dont watch cartoon movies!". We try to convince him but in vain. We give him another option. Andy didnt take the option of sitting in the car waiting for us.
A few corns, pepsi cans and 2.5 sultry hours later the movie was over. It was pretty good. It even got a nod of approval from the great film critic Andy who otherwise only watches Ray,Kurosawa,Harry Potter and RajniKanth's potboilers.


We veto Shandy's plan of heading back home and head south to see the crocs. As we enter the place and this is what we see ...



On seeing this, Andy quips "Where are the crocodiles?"
Was that a trick question, was he being philosophical....i dont know.



The place was awesome. A lot of really cool crocs, turtles and a few sad snakes. But by far the most intersting specimen was not inside the cage but outside it. The hottest thing we had seen for a long time. The guys loose interest in the reptiles.
"Semma kattai da!!" remarks Andy.
We are shocked. The hottie would have heard it too. But then what takes the bakery (phrase courtesy Sudhan) is that he continues
"Wow! Kattai maariyae irruku da andha crocodile"!!
Shandy, sudhan and myself felt like killing ourselves by jumping into the gharial pit.

We pay 60 bucks and get photographed with a 2 year old Mugger in our hands.
"Bugger wait till i am 10" I heard someone say.

"See you later, Alligator" we say as we try to take our eyes and minds off the bomb and go in search of food.

We hog at a nice place on the way. After reaching Shandy's place we assess the damage to our purses. Soothan for the first time in his life uses Excel constructively. After much deliberation and auditing, 600 bucks it is.
Pretty good for all the darn fun we had.

A great weekend guys!
Where shall we go next Saturday?