The Webchutney Blog

Disclaimer: Events mentioned in the post below in EVERY way represent the people mentioned (alert or passed out). Due care has been taken to ensure that there is no exaggeration, lies or fabrication whatsoever. Defamation lawsuits can be filed at Webchutney’s Delhi office (provided you find us at our seats!)

“The Beginning of the End? The End of the Beginning? Who cares when you’re drunk?!”

For Turquoise Cottage, the party may have ended at 1 AM, but that doesn’t mean we at webchutney called it a night… (after all adhering to conventional rules has NEVER been our forte)

Some of us got a head start to the post-party insanity (Baba Ramdev a.k.a. Arunabh Biswas a.k.a. the guy in the Delhi office with the long curly tresses). Shri Ramdev slipped out discreetly at 8:30 pm with his fiancé (yes, we are announcing that you aren’t single on the World Wide Web!) to get drunk with “non-work people” so that he can be as unprofessional as possible. His much awaited barbecue terrace party at home ended at 7 AM the next morning (of course we were invited but you see, we love webchutney more). That’s when he realized he should’ve stayed on at TCs or at least smuggled a few bottles for his party at home. Naturally, he was moved to tears upon discovering that he had missed out on getting himself clicked surrounded by six highly attractive female colleagues.

Moving on to the ones who stayed on until they were unceremoniously booted out of the premises, of course, our adrenaline was still pumping from the crazy dancing AND we had sacrificed our dinner for the greater good of humanity (TCs donated our food to famine victims).

Ayyyyyeeeeeeee suuuusaaaaaaaant!

Introducing, Nupur- the damsel-in-distress, Sushant- the-misunderstood-knight-in-shining-armor, and Priyanka-the-powerpuff-girl: Nupur was targeted by the bhookhe-darindey-of-Delhi while she was looking for her car in the parking lot. Sushant saw the scene, rescued her and wanted to escort her in his car… except he couldn’t find a U-turn. So he decided to reverse half a kilometer and introduce himself to the Delhi cops.

They let Nupur go, but decided Sushant was an interesting candidate for their brand new Chinese-imported breath analyzers. Priyanka found her mission that night and released Sushant from the tthullas (15 of them in 3 PCR vans) with a highly unbelievable “uncleji, he’s asthmatic” story. End result: Nupur reaches safe and sound in her own car, Sushant reaches home with his cherished license still in his wallet and Priyanka Powerpuff Prabhakar dozes off in her parked car and wakes up at 10AM!

She saved the day....

But whatever happened to the now-jilted bhookhe darindey? Well, their intoxicated infrared vision located the new targets: two tottering girls (Kanika & Eshita) and one excessively happy SENIOR copy writer (Sattvik).

He has never been so happy! You know it.

Little did they know, Sattvik is Sunny Deol ka long-lost fan with a dhai-kilo-ka-haath (camouflaged under his eklauta checked sweater). Sattvik chased off 3 out of the 4 darindey (very politely) and 7 other webchutney heroes reached the scene by this time. Needless to say, the last darinda was abused, thrown about and shoved away in trademark Webchutney style!

Rene!

Meanwhile, the sweet-shy Ms. Khurana, who hardly talks in office? Well, she stealthily reached her home and realized her dad was awake (returning from one of the countless Dilli-ki-winter-shaadis). Her sympathetic mom sneaked her in (stilletoes in hands, of course) through the window. She tip-toed into her room, locked the door and pretended to have reached 3 hours ago.

More interesting anecdotes would have been added for your reading pleasure, had we managed to drag Sneha Grover to the party (unfortunately for us, she prefers mechanics in greasy overalls for her evening entertainment), or Indrani Vohra & Achie (NOT aRchie), who were both competing to be the epitome of “viral” advertising. Indrani & Achie, hope you guys recover for some Christmas revelry!

Until the next time dementia hits us at the Delhi office, this is Kanika & Eshita (undercover correspondents for the blog), signing off, posing for paparazzi, and eavesdropping on the next big story.

Drunk guest writers!