4 Guys, No Girls and an Irani Cafe

This, ladies and gents, will be an ongoing series on this Blog. Accidents of me and my 3 roommates . Our claim to fame- We have been kicked out of 3 houses till date. I would take the credit for the first 2 times and the third one was the joint effort. The first time we were thrown off was because I set the house on fire( that's what the owner thinks, in my opinion it was just a small accident). All I did was ironed my clothes,accidentally left the switch on and went out .The bed sheet lying on the iron stand caught fire and from that the curtain caught fire and from the curtain the window caught fire. Just at that moment my room mate returned and put off the fire. So effectively the only thing that was damaged was the window. But , well the owner thought that we were highly irresponsible( Hey! it could have happened with anybody) and threw us out.
Then, we moved into a nice plush apartment. All carpeted, fully furnished and all that jazz. The only problem was the water supply was as unpredictable as Delhi's weather. I opened the tap one night and there was no water. Since there was no water flowing, I forget to close the tap, which I still believe is perfectly legitimate excuse. In the morning I heard people shouting and banging on my door, I woke up and moved to get out of my bed, and, well my feet landed in knee deep water. Apparently, the the tap decided to bless us with water at about 4 in the morning. The complete house was flooded and the water had flowed down from our fifth floor apartment to the ground floor. As far as I was concerned it was blessing in disguise, not only did Auntiji carpet had a good wash but the entire building was washed clean. But our owner thought otherwise and once again we were back on road.
Third time lucky was not to be. This time our owner was a South Indian Brahmin and we were able to convince him that we could not stand the sight of meat,that alcohol was the drink of the devil and cigs were out of question since all of us were asthmatic. Initially, we religiously cleared away all the bottles, cig butts and bones immediately. But then as time passed by, he never visited and we stopped caring. But then , one day he decided to pay us a visit on a Monday morning. The status of the house on that particular day- 130 empty beer bottles in the kitchen, 3 empty whiskey bottles(from the weekend) lying in the drawing room, around 5 ash trays overflowing, sweet fragrance of last night's chicken flowing from the trash can. The rest ,as they say, is history,,,,,,,,