One particular day I would never forget. It was the night of Cyclone Aila. We guys were supposed to meet as it was last day of week and I was getting bored by whole week's office load. So, inspite of the warnings in medias, we dared to fix our dinner in one of my most favorite pizza corner. By the way, it was the best pizza I ever had so far and met there most wonderful service people in my life. I am not sure now whether the smile over the faces of the employees there or the food attracted us more. Anyway, that time I was thinking of start doing an MBA and my that friend was awesomely encouraging. He was one of the forces which made me thought of giving MBA a shot. He brought some guide books for me for the admission exam and we thought the weather would not be that worse. But the weather got really wild by it was 11 pm and still we felt it would not be that wild and would stop in couple of hours [hey, we have seen them all, haven't we!]. Little we knew it was just turning into a worst one. We still didn't bother of going and were chatting about how I should be preparing and all that. By that time we thought of wrapping up, it was 1 am and there was not a single person on the road. We got fully drenched with rain but didn't find better things to do except waiting for a taxi. We saw one taxi is coming, it was such a relief. I even started thinking of my warm bed. Wait, that taxi now would not let us in as he was going home. Now come on! We are all drenched in a horror night and you are going home!? We requested him for his mercy (!) and he gave us a 'king' look of "why the hell you guys are out for so long"? Yah we made a mistake, now show your prudence and give us a ride for God's sake! He still would not agree but I am sure he met two of the guys who don't give in easily, so we placed ourselves infront of his car. That worked and he reluctantly took us in his taxi. I am sure he was cursing us whole time but hey we were two nice guys - just hanging out late; a little too late!
I had a pact. My friend and I were like new bud-tester in town. Dhaka is a place where you would not find a lot of things to do - very few places to hang out, very few places for a quality times. So after being exhausted to find out a suitable place to play bowl, snooker or for a mere chat we ended up with our decision - Fast food joints are the best to hang out; What an irony! We used to meet there in weekends, sometimes brush up our pool skill nearby pool tables. But most of the times we were giving our bud a little more than enough. Very few of the fast food chains were there in Dhaka which our nostril didn't get the smell from. And once we finished testing all of them, we decided to stick with our favorite ones only. It was a fun seeing the same known ambience, same taste of food, same menu, same face of employees who greeted us as known friend. We used to be there almost 3 to 4 hours and ordering different dishes all through. It was like hanging out in it's best. We didn't bother about the topic of discussion and we went from office to politics to school days. One particular day I would never forget. It was the night of Cyclone Aila. We guys were supposed to meet as it was last day of week and I was getting bored by whole week's office load. So, inspite of the warnings in medias, we dared to fix our dinner in one of my most favorite pizza corner. By the way, it was the best pizza I ever had so far and met there most wonderful service people in my life. I am not sure now whether the smile over the faces of the employees there or the food attracted us more. Anyway, that time I was thinking of start doing an MBA and my that friend was awesomely encouraging. He was one of the forces which made me thought of giving MBA a shot. He brought some guide books for me for the admission exam and we thought the weather would not be that worse. But the weather got really wild by it was 11 pm and still we felt it would not be that wild and would stop in couple of hours [hey, we have seen them all, haven't we!]. Little we knew it was just turning into a worst one. We still didn't bother of going and were chatting about how I should be preparing and all that. By that time we thought of wrapping up, it was 1 am and there was not a single person on the road. We got fully drenched with rain but didn't find better things to do except waiting for a taxi. We saw one taxi is coming, it was such a relief. I even started thinking of my warm bed. Wait, that taxi now would not let us in as he was going home. Now come on! We are all drenched in a horror night and you are going home!? We requested him for his mercy (!) and he gave us a 'king' look of "why the hell you guys are out for so long"? Yah we made a mistake, now show your prudence and give us a ride for God's sake! He still would not agree but I am sure he met two of the guys who don't give in easily, so we placed ourselves infront of his car. That worked and he reluctantly took us in his taxi. I am sure he was cursing us whole time but hey we were two nice guys - just hanging out late; a little too late!
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