The wonderwall

Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are real, though some of the events may have been a little exaggerated. Reader’s discretion advised.(And specially dedicated to the adventurous EUROTRIP of mine, all alone)

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“Oh shit this hangover. Where am I?” I woke up at some unfamiliar place, with a hundred horses running in my head. My wrist watch is broken so I keep it in my pocket, I looked at the time it was 11.34 AM. I have no idea where the hell am I. I stepped down the bed and tried to clean my eyes with my hands to look for the bathroom. After a few minutes when I came to my senses the first thing I saw was a white guy sleeping on the floor or at least I ‘hope’ that he is just sleeping. It was clear that this was not one of my lonely harmless hangover, the alcohol in my blood has a story. Before I could digest this much I turned around to the other side of the bed where I saw a white chick lying down. She was barely dressed but with the ‘clothes’ she had on her I can say that no action took place here last night.

Now that is the problem with a ‘guy’ I don’t know where am I? where is my money? where is my passport? where is my stuff? but I am standing there drawing conclusion about the ‘action’. Anyways I looked around to see something that could remind me how I got here? and what is this place? Before running for the door I checked at least if I can find my jeans, yep there it is.

I left the room, its room no.10 of I don’t what place. I rushed to the reception. Yeah its a Youth Hostel in Paris, at least now I know in which city I am. But the name of the hostel was not very tension releasing types it was “Hostel Blue Planet” and with a guy and chick lying around my bed I was imagining all the things. So not to sound like a complete idiot I started off with the receptionist as,

“Hi, how are you?”

She said, “oh! Hi, so how was your last night, I guess you people had fun.. huh?”

Oh! boy this doesn’t makes the situation any less scary.

“Yeah, we did. So where are my room keys?” I tried to solve it smoothly.

“they must be with you Ady” she said.

“You know my name?”

” Ya, you only told me last evening when you checked-in”.

“Oh ya.., one more thing can you tell me who is there in room no.10?”,I said.

“Are you fine Ady? It’s you and your friend Alex, you came here last evening with him. You don’t remember? We had a chat here, you are from India he is from Australia, both you met at the metro station n all.”

“Oh! I m sorry, It’s just the hangover.”Fuck! now I remember he is Alex Gibson.

“Yeah, both of you really came full last night.” she said.

I thought before asking about the girl in our room, I should get my stuff n all.”If it’s our room where is my luggage?”, I said.

“It must be in the store room you never collected it from there last night.” she replied.

I rushed to the store room and started looking for the important things like passport, cash, camera etc. I found everything except for the passport and I still don’t know about the girl in my room. I thought that the girl at the reception seems fine let me ask her. She told me that It was Alex’s birthday and both of us went out for drinks n all, she could not tell me where? and about the girl she said,”what the fuck? what girl?”, I said,” I am just asking was there anyone with us when we came back?”, she said “I was half asleep so I don’t remember anything”.

I went back to the room to look for my passport, but no clue. Luckily I found a napkin which has “Ile de France Bar” printed on it. I thought that its the last hope now, either my passport is here or I should better start looking for the Indian embassy now. I reached the bar, it was not very far. I asked to please call the bar tender who was on duty last night. Both of us sat and I asked him about the passport, he laughed and said,

“You are lucky that I am an honest man.Actually you and Alex were short of money last night and you were too drunk.”

“What’s with the names man, everyone seems to now our names here, ok then?”I said.

“Then you gave me your passport and said I’ll get it back when I’ll pay you the rest, I refused to take it but you insisted, So here is your passport and you owe me 10 Euros if you remember.”

I thought anything for that passport right now, I said “of course… here it is your money.”

Now I am safe so I guess I should ask about the girl.”was there anyone else with us last night?”

He said,” Yeah your girlfriend.”

I said,” Oh! ok, anyways she was not my girlfriend, she was Alex’s friend.”

He again laughed and said,” Don’t mind but the way you people were behaving you and her seems more than just bf n gf.” so there it was the thing for which my eurotrip could have been a memorable one, I fucking don’t remember it now. A bar tender is telling me about it.

I already faced a lot of music today, so I decided not to back to the hostel and not to dig any further about anything. I took my things,caught a metro train and got to other side of the river siene. I booked a hostel called “Young and Happy” there for the next night and hoped that this won’t be as adventurous as the last one. So there it was the most scary birthday treat I ever had. And I still try to remember something about that girl so that I can tell my friends a story about a memorable trip, but damn it! I don’t know anything about her, how I met her? where I met her? and most importantly what the fuck happened?