Laughing at nothing

If I'm famous in Qatar, then this country after today would think I am absolutely wonky, bazookas, twisted, jhankaar, from the top. I am sure I ain't that famous.
I've been standing on the roads today, with my hand tucked out towards the road trying to stop a cab and laughing, not even giggling, laughing away. I mean laughing so bad that I have to control the sound of it coming out of my mouth, coz it can get a little embarrassing at times. No matter how much you deny, there are inhibitions from yourself too.
I have no clue how it came back to me. The crazy stuff I used to do back in Delhi. I've been thinking about those times and laughing... standing alone on the road, passersby obviously must think I'm mad.
Big shit, who cares anyway.
Once there was this party at a friend's place. And one of the guy had/has this weird habit of sleeping off after a couple of drinks. So as usual, after a couple or maybe FIVE or SIX drinks, the guy snored off, sitting on a wheeled computer chair. Well, we all were used to it, so no one bothered and continued our stoned conversations. Someone was dancing next to the wall, someone was talking about the music, someone talking some crap. Anyway, I looked at the sleeping guy and suddenly a thought came to mind. I looked at my girlfriend, and smiled, she immediately understood I was upto something.
I got up casually, whispered her to open the door, she did... everyone around started shutting up and looking at what we were doing. I told them to continue whatev er shit they were doing in signals, so that the sleeping guy doesn't feel somein's weird... everything's suddenly gone silent.
She opened the door, and very slowly I wheeled him outside, making sure I move inch by inch so he doesn't feel the movement.
Lol... I went and left him outside the Army Colonel's (very very angry old man) house door on the same floor. This guy was unbelievably still sleeping.
I knocked on the door and then ran away.
Lol... Lord... the Colonel, with a pipe in his mouth opens the door. You shud have seen his face man. Fuck. It was hillarious. I mean he coulnd't believe it, and at the same time he was disgusted and confused at the sight. A guy in front of his door, who apparently just rang the door bell, sitting on a computer chair snoring away!!!!!
He stared and stared and stared... The colenel got fucked after a few seconds and said in his really husky voice, "Ayeeeee you!"
LOL LOL LOL.
Oh man... the sleeping guy woke up so casually, as if someone just woke him up for his morning tea. It didn't sink in immediately as to he was in a different set up altogether than where he slept off. So he lifted up his head from his shoulder, and looked right at the colonel who was standing with his door half open.
He obviously suddenly realised things weren't the same. I mean come on... why the hell would they invite this rude bugger to the party, he thought.
So the guy suddenly woke up and didn't know where to look...
Fuck it was hillarious.
It was normal after that... The colonel asked him "what the hell do you think you're doing? Are you demented?"
The guy goes, "No Sir, my friends must have left me here."
LOL.
God... what times... I was always upto some mischief.
The kid in me I realised is still alive, even in Qatar. Even after so many years.
Whenever that guy came to our parties, or whichever parties, he always avoided the computer chair... always chose the sofa instead.

Apart from that, I almost convinced a few of my friends that me and a friend of mine once spotted a mummy sitting inside a rugged fiat, that we liked him and brought him home and that he still stays in my room - Deepak Chatturvedi his name is.

He likes grabbing butts. So whenever my women used to come over to my place, I'd be really far away from them, but they'd feel someone just grabbed their butt. i swear I never did it. But they felt it. It was Deepak.

My good old friend. Deepak. He was in the navy several years ago. During a war, he desperately wanted to use the loo coz he had loosies. He had eaten some crappy food the previous night. he went inside the loo and just as he was pulling his pants down there was a huge blast somewhere on the ship. because of the major vibration the guy lost balance with his pants roped around his calves. He fell and hit his head on the pot. He died.

He said he was even awarded the Vir Chakra, or some such Chakra I really don't remember.

Even I can't see him, but I can hear him at times. He appears sometimes.

If you don't believe me, go to my house, and then in my room, stay there for five minute and someone will grab your butt, of course if the butt's cute.

And no, he ain't gay.

Miss you Deepak. I know he's reading this *Wink*.