This has no room for remorse, regress n regret. Life cannot be so stupid, never to present U wit moments on which U cannot go crazy.
This Blog would mainly appeal to guys, as in my opinion, wit due respect to the fairer sex, Girls lack the sense of excitement, the adranaline rush and connect to certain things a Guy does. So, wat I mite like to reveal here may or may not interest all the Gals out thr.
But without thinking of those unimportant things, I would like to begin my story on 4-5th March, 2010.
The night in which I had to play two roles. One was of a pillar to a Sagging (sorry, tat was jus to add a bit of vocab) frnd (don't know if he thinks so n don't know if I was of any crumbling support whatsoever). The other was a better one, which comes easily to me, acting a Clown to the merry of everyone around. Wel, tis makes me happy n I think the others derive much respite from my antics. Or rather, I would love to believe they do like me like tat.
It was my room-mates's Bday (5th March), not tat I could reach on time or get a Cake for Him, but I surely did one thing, put on Graffitti all over Him after he went asleep completely Sloshed!
N tat didn't cme easy, it was in return to the lavish bonanza the gr8 guy had to offer not only to me but all the Hostel inmates ('ve to cal such IDIOTS living in an Hostel, the ones who share ample company with hordes of mosquitoes n a few pigeons as wel, as Inmates)
The nite started by visiting a hang-out nearby college, whr I had to assuage and allay any streaks of insecurity confronting one of my close mates (amongst the inmates). Tis blog being dedicated to the virtue of happiness, I would not like put unnecessary light to incidents tat do not portray the same. Wat I would love to mention though, is Bash bck @ hostel thrown by one of my rommies (Mr. Kanitkar, name changed on request).
He took care of everything from booze, to entertainment, to food and the likes (the arts as U say). The fun part starts whr the booze takes over all our impending and gradually declining senses (of which only one was active throughout, the one of TASTE).
Mixing n matching (alcohol, the bday boy had to drink one with Salt in it, Loser, not surprising as he is the devout supporter of ManU, could not expect much from him in tis case), splashing water all over the Hostel on the Inmates jus for Fun (or as a result of.........U know wat), Vainful tries to reactivate yourselves through Cold water from the wash basin, photo sessions (which included one lying bang in the middle of the extended Eastern Express Highway at Sion n which almost got the better of me), n rounding it off with a 3a.m. wit a visit to GTB, Hardeep Punjab for the after Dinner.
The thing tat surprised me the most is the Irresponsibility, Insanity and the tinge of Menace tat I could be tis day, which would not have been possible bck home, not even in my most satisfying dreams.
I know I wouldn't like to be tis all the time, but the opportunity of doin such Logic-shattering exercise doesn't spring upon everyday (or nite, if I could add)
I would like to end tis by wishing the 'ASS' a very Happy Bday, may all your dreams and dirty desires come true. Njoy life, be easy, be sure, do not worry (much. jus a li'l bit) n plz do not ever play tat Fcuking guitar again. N the Pigeon tat visits our room want to lay Eggs!!! (wats such desparation dude :P)
P.S.: N btw, I was looking for a Permanent Marker for the Benign work of art crafted all over your body, but all I could manage was a disappointing Ball Pen. a local make tat too. sorry for being Cheap!
