Another bloddy Friday

I was thinking of what I was going to do this weekend and I had sort of planned out my week's work based on what I thought I was (going to do). Firstly, I needed to fill my tax forms and then the second and inevitable one ...be on call support for my 'run of the mill' Java programmer's job. So, when Jaadya called me on Tuesday expressing a desire to spend the weekend in Bhaiyya and my company I replied in the negative. The week flew past and everything went as planned. Finally it was Friday..it was either going to be the same old meet everyone and while away time weekend or accomplish something weekend.
Started off the day pretty well..got to work pretty early and the day seemed to progress well. Had forgotten my cell phone at home and hence there was no connection with the outside world once I was in office. The day ended at a miserable 6pm in the evening and I drove out when there were very few cars in the parking lot . At around 8.30, I just checked my voicemails and the text messages I had recieved and there sure were a myriad of them. Bhaiyya had hurled innumerable abuses which I chose to ignore and there were others who had left explicit voice-mails. Just before that, I had got to know that I wouldn't be on support for the weekend and decided to call up Jaadya. Surprisingly, he picked up the fone on the first ring and I was not treated to his disgusting stuttering voicemail "Hi..this is Srikant Sub...". Seemingly Jaadya had receivd a royal snub from all that were near and dear to him and was cooling his heels in "Hell's( His final destination..if there is any semblance of justice) Kitchen", NY. Apparently Bhaiyya had a deadline to meet and was unsure of making it to Philly and he had already conveyed his thoughts to Jaadya.When I called Bhaiyya, I learnt that the promise which he had given me ( that he would repay me by making a trip to Philly) was shockingly coming true. He was on 202 North and just 25 minutes away from my place. Jaadya immediately caught the 10.30 Amtrak from New york and after a quick dinner at Bahamas Breeze, I was driving on 76 to pick him up from 30th Street Station. The scenario had changed totally..it was wild, insanely fast and I didnt know what hit me with this rapid change of fortunes. It would give "Fight Club" a run for it's money. Mike had once told me..."life gives you shit ..just take it in our stride"..I couldn't agree more. The whole week I was thinking of having a productive weekend and instead I am resting my lazy ass on my couch at 2.54 am on Saturday morning, writing this worthless blog, lending a deaf ear to Jaadya's Sci-Fi movie stories and planning to play Taboo with Bhaiyya, Jaadya and Chintan . Deja vu ! just another freakin bloddy Friday. Andy Dufrain had said that "Hope is a beautiful thing".. I hope, I pray for that elusive weekend !