People who have led a hostel life must be very well au fait with what a birthday bash means. As innocent as it may seem to sound, a birthday bash is miles away from its generally perceived connotation. Coming eerily close to its literal sense, a birthday bash encompasses the most ingenious methods devised by the not-so-dumb college students (who camouflage it under -putting human intelligence to better use) to make the birthday the most memorable one for the birthday boy (in a horribly painful way). Now, please note that I have mentioned “birthday boy” and not girl coz we girls believe in a totally non-violent celebration of one’s first day on earth. As it is, the rest of the 364 days are enough without being brutally tortured on this one special day too. But what makes my heart sink is that these days even the girls seem to be exhibiting their mischievous (read: wicked) side a lot more often on such occasions. The screams and shrieks that echo at midnight make peace-loving people like me (*ahem* yes, u read it right) widen their eyes in horror and what follows is a half and hour one-sided debate on how pathetic and gruesome such things are, leaving a highly petrified roommate who decides to be on the safer side and keeps her opposing views on such ‘sensitive’ topics to herself, adding in the end “But, its college yaar! Abhi nahin toh kab?? (If not now then when??) ”.
p.s I had written this post some 3 and half months back, a couple of weeks after my birthday, but since I had been going through a total no-blogging phase back then, this one held its place on my desktop, until today, which is all thankz to Java and SUN Microsystems btw :P
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I know I don't get it..while we girls usually have a nice demure bday cake cutting session followed by some mashing of cake on face and occasional water fight or 2, the guys' mission seems to be to severely cripple the poor bday boy... shah.. still cavemen...
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