Damn. Swagat's shutting down, and it makes a BBC (Bevda Brahmin Club) member weep. They are taking the building down, and of course a new apartment block coming up wouldn't want a rabble rousing establishment down below (Ek taraf mera ghar aur neeche Maikada anyone!)
Anyhoo. So us roisterers decided to say goodbye to swagat, and it continued to live up to its billing. Not the impeccable service or delectable food; or the regulars; or the slightly swaying gentleman in the corner going out to take a call.... it was the sheer unpredictable nature of the joint that made one sit up and take notice.
This time, a local goon type had got a rottweiler in. A dog! Huge beast, reminded me of the Baskerville Hound if anything... he sat quietly while goono finished his tipple.
Swagat welcomes everyone, I guess. But not for long.
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Swagat was a great place to drink.
There was this one time when I was in Engineering college, and we had to finish our submissions (almost 25-30 pages worth of writing to complete).
My friends and I decided to hit Swagat in spite of these submissions and we had a good time there with some pretty good food.
The next thing I remembered was when I got up next morning. I said to myself,"This is it, I'm screwed. How am I going to finish 30 pages worth of writing in a couple of hours". But what I saw next was the weirdest thing ever. I saw that the submission was complete. I must have come home drunk, and finished writing everything!! This meant that I had the whole day free, and that I could go to Swagat yet again :)
alas.. the last great public house.
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