So one of my friends, let us call her Radhika for no reason, as Using her actual name will end me up buried 6 feet under. So ya... Radhika told me how she wants to work on some revolution in the alcohol industry as one of her cousins has a distillery.

Radhika: "Listen I am thinking about starting a brand that makes dehydrated alcohol."

Me: "Do you know anything about alcohol?"

Radhika: "Yes, I've done my research."

Me: "How about dehydrated water then?"

Radhika: "Don't talk nonsense like you always do."

Me: "Something that is in a liquid state, how can you change its molecular structure? and am asking from point of curiosity, have no technical background."

Radhika: "We can... btw my cousin has an alcohol manufacturing setup, so he makes the basic alcohol. I can mix malt water in it and make beer, or mix potato syrup in it and make vodka."

Me: "I might be not technically into this.. but mam... vodka is not made by adding potato syrup... OMG you know what are you saying..."

While visiting the local grocery store ‘Fresh & Green’ to buy some groceries, I called Papa to clarify my doubts...

Me: Papa… Bel kaise lu?

Papa: Tu giraftaar ho Chuka hai k anticipatory bail leni hai?

Me: Papa Bel leni hai, sharbat banana k liye.

Papa: Wahi mujhe laga k kya hua achanak Se…

Bel is a fruit, called as wood apple. I laughed a lot, but was stunned to realise he was so casual on me getting jail time… I mean like…

As my group was en route to Kasauli, we made a pit stop at a hotel along the way... Party time..Obviously.

Prateek's friends, Krishn and Happy, joined us. Initially, the room consisted of myself, Happy, and Krishna. In those initial moments, a palpable awkward silence permeated the air, fueled by the unfamiliarity between us. Meanwhile, Krishn and Happy indulged in the fruits elegantly arranged on the table, further accentuating the quiet tension that hung in the room.

Me: "Bhai Kumbhat...Naya Egiptian restaurant khula hai..."

Kumbhat: "Kya Milta hai waha?"

Prateek: "Waha milte hai 'Mammi de chawal.' "

I went to Kasauli with my friends, we were staying overnight on the way and made an arbitrary hotel booking.

Our friends were sitting at the breakfast table. We ordered hash browns, one of the kid was eating them.

Barkha: "how deep."

Me : "pooch k batata hu, as ye kisi aur ka tweet hai, mai itna deep nahi gaya."

Barkha : "bhaiya, I mean 'kitni gehri baat hai.'"