Balls of an American Origin

An entire month of laziness, a blogger’s block that puts even the South-American sloth to shame. But I am here, rising like a young dark-skinned phoenix from the ashes of a sad registration (to my new semester) and enjoying the finer beauties of my new-found relationship. I promise an entire gamut of new posts, which could be controversial in their own right in the following days. I have to find time to blog, but I guess I am now the Family Guy, and will find it harder.

The last on month, I have been living in post-hair-cut-stress. A bunch of jobless friends who I call “desperate Vlad-wannabes” are trying to rename me as Arun. They are finding it so hard to do so, because the Force is still strong in me. The Vlad never died.

We are now in Malviya Bhavan, nestled quite comfortably between Food King and Sky Lab. Food is plenty and the nights are empty. I am out till 11 pm every day, quite busy. So one fine night when Prashy and Ritwik, called me to Food King I just dropeed in. Reaching there. We decided to eat something, hmm.. I think it was Onion Pakoda and then tea. Since the Onion Pakoda was taing a lot of time to reach us, we grabbed our tea cups and made room outside on the low wall.

Waiting for food, a blurry description

The wait ensues, Masala Dosa and Chowmein, goddamit where is my pakoda?

You might be wondering why I am blogging about some stupid drink, while the more important pressing matter of Presidential and General Secretarial Elections are running in BITS? My hands are tied.

Prashy and Ritwik continue discussing about some random Top Gear episode while I try to figure out what happens if you click the click button.

Hairy legs

Jobless as we were,  Ritwik suggested on trying some new drink by the name of American Nuts. Prashy was convinced and i offered to pay. We then started guessing the colour of the drink. Prashy was like white, because it has the white-man’s semen. I was like chocolate, coz of the nuts and that they are brown. We all agreed to ourselves that this was indeed the horniest drink in Pilani.

American Nuts at a premium of 25 bucks a glass

After another long 20 minute ordeal, we got our glasses. Turns out its just cold condensed milk with a topping of mixed fruit salad with vannila ice-cream. There are no balls, no funny tasting semen coloured jellies, no alcohol tinge, nothing. Frankly my dear, I am disappointed.

Is it my White Russian?

Conclusion: 50 bucks flushed, a forced smile on everyone’s face.

Next time, African Nuts.

Courtesy: Appikuzhy for his Nokia MusicExpress Camera, Prashytech for Picture Editing and Ritwik for company.