There are endless moments of my life that can be written about. Here, I am taking you all in one of them.

This is a story of 6 college students; Blunt, Gora, Singh ji, Bacchi, Chalu Aurat and me (Ramadheer). Of course, these aren't our real names, but no one knew our real name in the city even then. What do you except in a no mans land where you are a guest for one year. We were there for our one year Masters degree in Journalism. But that one year became the highlight of my life.

So, the incident I'm about to tell you happened around January. Me and my boy gang; Blunt, Gora and Singh Ji were sitting and bullshitting in Singh Ji's hostel room, smoking you-know-what. Since morning, there was smoke everywhere. The warden whose room was right behind had just gone back after having some of our stuff. It was our hostel, we were "the guys".

Suddenly, Bacchi called Gora and he was like, how dare she call him in between this. He was embarrassed of her. Ohh! Gora and Bacchi, they were a couple, but not so ideal couple. Bacchi loved Gora, which he thought. But I'd say that she was physically attracted to him. Gora on the other side had no idea what to do with her, so he took her and stayed with her. He hung the phone up and we continued. Singh Ji passed the joint to me and took his phone out and started looking at his messages.

Blunt looked at him suspiciously. Actually, Chalu Aurat and Singh Ji had a thing. No one knows what that thing was but the same thing she had with Blunt 3 months ago. Nevertheless, Singh Ji teold us that the girls are angry that we ignored them and they were going out by themselves. I saw the time, it was 8 in the evening. Now 8 is not very late but in a small city it was.

I said if they want to go, who can stop them and continue smoking. Blunt asked to roll another one. We looked around but there was no stuff. "We have to go now", Gora said. With red eyes and a tripping mind, four of us went out. Why, you ask? To score.

Talking to the dealer and arranging the stuff was my department, so I did. Suddenly, a bike recklessly rushed from beside us scaring the living shit out of us. Within seconds, I got a call from Chalu Aurat. She was shouting, "Bacchi ka purse le gay, Bacchi ka purse le gaya". Believe it or not, at that time I felt I was on a*#d. She kept shouting, "kahan ho tumlog jaldi aao, Bacchi ka purse chori ho gaya. Singh Ji kahan hai?".

I looked at all three goofs sitting down on the brick, laughing. I told them about the situation, they laughed harder. At first, we thought the girls were playing with us as a revenge because we didn't go out with them but when we went to see them, Bacchi was crying uncontrollably. Gora was just looking at her. He was emotionless, didn't know what to do. Singh Ji was in no shape or form to talk, he was on his own psychedelic trip. For me it was like an a*#d trip. Blunt and Chalu Aurat were the ones who could communicate.

Next, I saw the cops in front of me. Blunt and Chalu Aurat were talking to them. I walked towards Bacchi. She hugged me and started crying. The first thing I hear from her, "Ek hafte pehle hi phone li thi yaar, Papa maar denge". Gora whispered in my ears, "bhai aur fookna padega nahi toh ye b@#$*^di paar nahi ho payega". Blunt and Chalu Aurat asked us to follow them to the police station to file an FIR.

They went in while I, Gora and Singh Ji stayed. We smoked another one while walking to the station. I know its outlandish but we were in panic and thought this would help. As soon as we reached, Singh Ji told me that he had come home and he wanted to be a an IPS officer. He proceeded to say that he was hallucinating himself as the IPS Officer and other cops under him. I realized that the situation is big and he had to act smart. I took care of Singh Ji as he was way high!

All the cops looked at us suspiciously. I heard the shouting voices of the cops from inside. They took us inside. I didn't understand a word because they were talking in their native language Odiya. Blunt lived in Odisha so he somewhat talked to them.

Next thing I remember, they searched our pockets and found the stuff in my pocket. They threw us behind bars. All were panicking. Gora was like "I just want to talk to my parents once". Blunt was abusing us for acting stupid and all Singh Ji said, "Bihar mein rehte toh paisa fek ke murder karwa dete". Bacchi was now crying looking at us. Chalu Aurat was pissed at her because she was behaving like a baby.

In the midst of the chaos, something clicked in her mind and she cooly told the cops that we are journalism students from our college. Our college was the biggest thing in that city and our Director was the most powerful man there. The cop instantly opened us and politely talked to Blunt.

After half an hour we were out. Also, the FIR was launched against the thieves. We had to go now. Suddenly, Singh Ji decided to walk up to the cop who had searched us and ask for the stuff. To our surprise, the cop gave half of it. Somehow, we went back in the hostel at midnight, though 10 was the deadline.

I know it sounds like a plot out of a movie or something but everything is true. This story has a deep place in my soul as it helped us all to grow.

Today all six of us are busy in our jobs and rarely talk. Bacchi is going to get married but not with Gora. He is busy in Paris. Chalu Aurat has two rowdy sons. Singh Ji just cracked the UPSC. Blunt is working in a multinational company. Meanwhile me? Well, I'm roaming all over India.

We don't talk much now but whenever we meet, we talk about this day when being a journalist saved our butts, but today none of us are journalists.

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