The next morning, I got up to get to work. I was toddering and dithering and smelling like a full blown distillery. Sagar discouraged me from going to my work place. He even threw a bucket of water on the drying pair of jeans to make it more wet so that I do not make it. Sagar was always up to silly tricks like this to make me stay longer. Now, my employer was a stupid old sardar and his son who used to run this music store on the main street. They did not care in what condition anyone got to work, or whether they got there at all. So, knowing that all will be well, I went off with water dripping from my jeans. By afternoon I had dried out and feeling much better. That was when I met Tanya. She walked into the store and asked for some Grateful Dead albums. I got chatting to her and soon discovered that she was half Irish and living at the Osho Ashram. She soon got friendly with me and asked me if I could come over to her place at the ashram to check out her music collection. I followed suit.Upon spending some time in her room, she soon started brushing close to me and giving me the 'come hither'look. Not one to waste a golden opportunity like this, I played along, and soon the inevitable happened. I shall not go into the gory details, in case the censors come after me, but there is a little photo of me and Tanya, taken by afriend of hers in the later pages after we emerged from her room in about four hours. When I reached my place in Pimpri by late evening, Sagar called my place, to check if I had reached. Oh what a mighty time!!

The Kimaya at Fergusson College Pune, where I spent many years of my life getting blown with Kumar, Sagar, Samuel and the gang and having fun