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(It’s just a pure coincidence that title of my previous post and this one have word "Night" in common. You might be wondering is this some Nighty blog (watever that means). No it's not.)

The title was just to catch your attention. In our communication classes we called it hook. And now since you are hooked (of course you are), “The first Night” was the first night at our new House. Big deal, you may ask. But when people are updating the world about them cleaning their desktop (that was me btw) through the facebooks and twitters of the world, the first night at a new home definitely warrants a full blog entry of its own.

I kept my right foot first (because am right handed) and then my left foot (because I have two legs). The house was burning hot and Sahil flung into action, immediately. He was out of his shirts before me, Arun or the house could realize it. I actually wondered if he had walked like this all the way from office. Arun was grunting something. I was SURE he had walked like this all the way from office.

The house has one large room, one larger hall and not so large terrace (but then we have three of them… no not the houses but terraces). I can see Qutub Minar from two of it. Arun retired early. Sahil put the phone on his ear and also went off to sleep. I kept roaming around in the large hall and not so large terrace. Had switched off all the lights in the house but a few yellow lights from the street lamps were still stealing their way through the windows. An hour passed by and Arun was still grunting. Concerned I went into the room only to find that it was just the fan. He had slept long back.

Me still not sleepy, came out again. Suddenly saw something moving in a corner. I froze. So did it. I moved. So did it. Genius me, realized that it was just a glass. It reminded me of Anthony from that AB movie. Bored as I was, I actually started talking to Anthony. I wasn’t drunk!

I came back to my room at about 2:30 . Heard some noises. No it wasn’t fan this time. Not even Arun. It was Sahil still on the phone. The lights were switched off, he was lying on the bed forming a triangle with his elbows, shoulders and ears being the three vertices. Absolutely no movement, just the voice. When I went close I realized he didn’t even have a phone. The guy was talking in his sleep.

All of sudden Anthony appeared from nowhere, looked at me and said, “Welcome to the house!”

P.S 1 – I confess that it was the most content less blog entry ever written but I had to do it. It’s one of those block breaker entries and I promise lots of enriching post after this.

P.S 2 – I totally seem to be addicted to Facebook. The other day I was actually wondering if my life was a facebook newfeed, whether I would have “Like”d it. There are times when I look at people and feel like writing comments on their face. And when I was house hunting I had to convince myself that 4 facebook walls would not make a house.

Disclaimer 1: Sahil and Arun are for real.

Disclaimer 2: I copied this style from a friend's blog and took due permission before doing so. Here is a copy of the "right of use".

me: i am stealing your ps1 and ps2 idea for my next (and probably from now on all entry) in my blogs

5:15 PM and no due credit would be given

you are free to call me a chor in the comments part

i wont delete it

5:19 PM gokul.archer@gmail.com: okie

am busy right now

so here you go.. CHOR!!

me: ok

:)