The Story About Uran

Ok...I just called up the Admiral and here's the lowdown on Uran.

Every year the Admiral hosts a party on the 31st. It's a time when his old
freinds and relatives come down, so getting any one of the 6 rooms is out
out of the question. However, the Admiral sells invitations to the 31st
party. He says usually about 50-60 couples turn for the party which costs Rs
1000 per head. It includes snacks, drinks ("from champagne to cocoa/ovaltine
and everything in between") and breakfast on 1st morning. The bar is usually
open till 2-2.30 in the morning. Bookings for this party are easily
available. However, the Admiral insists that the party is a private affair
and he would like his 'guests' to behave, socialize and mingle. Otherwise he
reserves the right to evict the guests. After the party, the Admiral
arranges for some 'temporary sleeping arrangements under the shamiana".
Read: uncomfortable sleeping bags in the open. Not a good idea to bring in
the new year.

Well, it looks like a quaint South Mumbai party with an eccentric crowd.
Exotic, but most probably completely out-of-sync with our group. I can see
Dadu trying to grope some Parsi chick, Maity closing his eyes and trying to
sing Mirabai to the tune of 'Aung Lang Syne", Mac trying to find some
'pokito bondhu', Mota trying to convince the Admiral that he is a big 'bhul'
and cut to Uran harbour, 3 'o clock. The eight of us have been evicted from
Hotel Uran Plaza and we waiting for the first boat back to Mumbai, which
incidentally is at 8 'o clock. So what do you do till 8 'o clock. "Rahul
ekta bhul! Ekta bhul jayega book koreche!"

Guys! Let's look at alternatives, shall we?