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I suggested, not so politely.
    ‘Deb, just because you scored sixty-nine this time doesn’t mean you get to do all that exam bullshit in front of us. Are you coming along? Yes or no?’ Vernita looked at Viru and Yogi.
    They were small-town guys—one from Ludhiana and the other from Jalandhar—and not quite the smoothest, but they complemented each other perfectly. The huge, muscled Virender with his stand-up acts and the thread-thin Yogender with his cutting one-liners did pretty well together. It was hard to imagine them without each other. And just like every other guy I hungaround with, they were obsessed with, well, you know! Most of our lives—the engineers’, that is—revolved around one focal point: girls.
    ‘Yes, sure,’ they echoed. Viru and Yogi usually tagged along with us whenever we went out somewhere.
    Arguing with Shrey and Vernita was something they couldn’t do. Moreover, they knew as long as Vernita was in the scheme of things, there would be free alcohol which was a change from their Iodex and cough syrup highs. For Vernita, it meant company, as I didn’t drink and Shrey had taken to pretending it was cool not to drink since he lost a beer challenge to Vernita way back in first year.
    ‘But guys, seriously! There is nothing out there. It’s defunct and nobody goes there these days, definitely not in this weather,’ I said but it fell on deaf ears. They had already made up their minds. When Shrey suggested something, everyone assumed it would be something cool to do.
    The only incentive of going to an amusement-cum-water park was seeing Vernita in a skimpy bikini. I knew she would not wear anything like that, but the one-in-a-million chance was motivation enough to say yes. Even if she didn’t, there was nothing to lose. The
wetter
she was, the
better
she was.
    Moreover, amusement parks were places I could actually prove to be a greater
man
. Big rides didn’t scare me. As a kid, my sister and my father used to taunt me every time I backed away from the prospect of being flung out to hell from those huge rides! But eventually, I got used to them. Now, it was fun to prod big guys who turned blue and vomitted on scary roller coaster rides.
    It was February and it was getting warmer. However, not warm enough to be in Splash, the amusement-cum-water park. But we still went there because Shrey wanted to do something
different
. Normal life is always too boring for him.
    We entered the amusement park section and saw that most of the rides were hanging together by a thread of rust. It looked like it had been lying abandoned for a decade. Both Shrey and I—we weighed in the mid eighties—decided against subjectingthe already crumbling rides to the unconquerable forces of our mammoth thighs and bulky asses. We chose the water rides instead.
    We hired swimming costumes that were supposedly free size but were anything but
freeing
. They almost squeezed my balls into one bigger one. I was getting tired of looking around every time to check if anybody was watching before I could pull out the costume, which kept burying itself deep inside the crevice between the two huge masses of flesh that jutted out from my back. One could have studied human anatomy and the reproductive organs of men by looking at me or Shrey. Yes, it was that tight!
    We moved out from our washrooms and what greeted us wasn’t actually unexpected but it still left us gaping in shock.
    Our
different
day out had empty slides, water with spit and greenish-black algae floating on it, three guys with protruding crotches in undersized costumes and a couple of attendants, woken up from their slumber by the sight of a girl in hot pants and a delightfully tight white shirt that would have turned transparent if she had stepped into the water. An
amazing
thought.
    ‘Now what, guys?’ Vernita asked, as she looked around. If we were not to die of pneumonia, then we would certainly die of every water-borne disease known to man.
    ‘Let’s look