All of us being hard-core Indians, and mostly bankers on top of that, admitting ignorance wasn't an option: that there was something we didn't know or couldn't master, even if it were skiing, was impossible. So we bought expensive gear that only pros wear and went up the ski-lift on day two, looking absolutely prepared as went up... and as subtle as Britney Spears as we tumbled down.
"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" we cried out, in a volume that these capital letters don't do justice to. Maybe some people mistook us for Rolling Stones (the band), maybe some thought this was our orgasmic screech of thrill, but its difficult to recall their reaction coz we were busy watching the tapes of our lives playing in front of our eyes.
I will never forget the experience, nor will my friend who now needs tendon surgery.
Anyway, the important thing is that no one recognized us. After all this is what we looked like:
