When was the last time you went on a vacation with friends to an exotic location, got lucky with a group of hot, single and obviously dumb girls en-route your journey, got into shit, got out of it but ultimately came back home with the love of your life whom you happened to meet along the way. And then at the end of it all exclaimed, “What happens in XYZ, stays in XYZ!”
Think about it…
Never! Right? Well it won’t happen ever either. You know why?
Because you’re no Ranbir Kapoor. And there’s absolutely no Deepika Padukone waiting for you out there. And most importantly, you got your fucking trip organised by TripAdvisor and not Imtiaz Ali.
Every homo-sapien who has ever had a friend circle in his/her ’20s would know that a real vacation plan goes through the following 3 phases:
Stage I: Planning a weekend trip over Whatsapp every Friday (preferably clubbed with a gazetted holiday).
Stage II: Aiming for Manali and settling for Rishikesh because there has to be at least one friend who’s saving for his/her mother’s operation/sister’s marriage/ ex’s birthday.
Stage III: Catching the last bus after days of convincing and backing out.
And when we finally survive the three stages and get down to finally boarding the bus/train to our destination, we think ‘Fuck everything! We are the world’s best wolf pack that can deal with anything and we are going to have the time of our lives. ‘
Because haven’t Ranbir and Deepika taught us just that… Erm except our realities are just a wee bit different!
Here’s how Ranbir-Deepika ruined vacations for the youth of the country:
