Chillax in Guwahati

21 April 2011
After a week of riding, today was supposed to be a chillax day. It was termed this way in our planned itinerary as well. First agenda of the day was to get the bikes booked on the Rajdhani to New Delhi. Doley, Dutta and me went on our bikes with Nilu accompanying on the car. First, we went to the transit camp side of the station looking for the parcel office. One of the porters directed us to the other end of the station. We circumvented the station to reach the other side. On enquiring at the parcel office, they directed us back to the other side. They told us that since we would be accompanying our bikes and the ticket holders had the same name as the owner of the bike, we had to get them transported as luggage. That activity happened at the Cloak Room office. So, we returned and then started to get the bikes packed at Rs 300 each. But, the packer did a good job of it. We were not keen on repeating the incident of damaged bikes.
It has been our luck that our tasks never get accompalished easily. This time too, there was an issue. Doley and Dutta got their bikes packed and got the receipt made with no problem. My problem was that the Bullet was in the name of my father. So, we had to get the motorcycle back to the other side to be transported as parcel. With my brothers at the side, we managed to do that easily, and most importantly, without greasing hands. That would come later. Now, the only issue was to get the Bullet loaded onto the Rajdhani. We took the contact number of the person who would be in charge of that the next morning and left to return later in the evening.
It was 3 PM now. We roamed around Guwahati. The guys showed me their school and other frequently visited places. Dutta showed some colours we had not seen before. Nostalgia does bring out a different side of persons. Since our initial agenda was to chillax, we decided to do just that. We picked up beer, momos, burgers in front of Commerce College and then went to the Brahmaputra riverside. Another freedom beer that is enjoyed in so few places nowadays.
After finishing the beer, we went back to the Railway Station to speak to the man in charge. This time we had to grease hands so that all three motorcycles would be loaded onto the train early next morning.
With that accompalished, we all grouped back into Nilu's home. PayengDa came as well. He was to treat us with scotch as he had received the good news of his coming fatherhood next year. Congratulations Again PayengDa. Nilu invited his two colleagues as well who had helped arrange the bike for PayengDa. Prateek and Sushant. Gyan came with his wife and packed dinner for all of us.
It started out as a usual council meeting. Then things started getting political up as Prateek took over. Soon, everyone got heatedly involved in the discussion. It was a healthy one. The Scotch, Dewar's was finished in no time.
We slept somewhat early as we had to catch the train early next morning.