So blogger has a new interface, which makes me think I'm writing on a piece of white wall...all free flowing and nice and of course white.
I feel like a child let out to play when I go out in the night with friends, or I'm returning home from work and I catch myself singing, looking out at the sky and feeling the wind on my face. I love partying, more than that I enjoy the process of going to a party....Reaching just on time, having a quick bath at either lagna, su or ansela's place, quick change with much makeup exchange and insults and lamentations on the fat we have accumulated,final touch ups, much pouting and posing in front of the mirror and pictures on phone. Then comes the best part, the drinking. The buying of alcohol at Juben wines near Marriott (always) and 2 bottles of pepsi and we're ready to GO!
Insane songs, much gaalis, madness, shouting at ppl from within the cab, much dancing and consequent spilling of alcohol...always on the Juhu Tara road till Bandra. By which we are all happily drunk, willing to forget our troubles and guy shitness and dance our way through the night...This is a routine. Shuffle, shift, repeat. Our very own tradition which becomes stronger every time.I have to sleep while dancing at 1.30, while the rest of them will dance away, food at Khurshed's (Because Bachelor's is too far, too crowded and we don't like waiting for an hour to eat food). And then the dead fall into sleep. Only to wake up with your throat feeling like someone's poured cotton wool into it.
This is one type of party.
Then there is another type, which is with Mrinal, Harsha, Riti, Ankit and others before...Again the mad rush to reach Harsha's house where Harsha will always reach an hour later than she specified...the chatting with uncle,aunty and especially amma, the raid of her kitchen and aunty's woes of what dinner to cook for us hungy children at 10.00 in the night, riti's short clothes and my overstuffed bag, harsha's droni ki chaddar and mrinal's quations, ankit's embaressment at being caught in a girls pyjama party and riti's sarcasms. Then of course the "nightout" by then becomes a case of who will go to sleep first, Harsha by default is the first one always. Maybe the fact that it is her house preys on her so she feels that sleeping early, it will compensate matters and our madness. Next is me who has been trying to fight a battle since i joined BMM against the 1.00-1.30 deadly hour. But i will sleep. And so the lights wink out.
Both of them are equally important, equally needed to make my life what it is. A madhouse of people, experiences, songs and moments.
I feel like a child let out to play when I go out in the night with friends, or I'm returning home from work and I catch myself singing, looking out at the sky and feeling the wind on my face. I love partying, more than that I enjoy the process of going to a party....Reaching just on time, having a quick bath at either lagna, su or ansela's place, quick change with much makeup exchange and insults and lamentations on the fat we have accumulated,final touch ups, much pouting and posing in front of the mirror and pictures on phone. Then comes the best part, the drinking. The buying of alcohol at Juben wines near Marriott (always) and 2 bottles of pepsi and we're ready to GO!
Insane songs, much gaalis, madness, shouting at ppl from within the cab, much dancing and consequent spilling of alcohol...always on the Juhu Tara road till Bandra. By which we are all happily drunk, willing to forget our troubles and guy shitness and dance our way through the night...This is a routine. Shuffle, shift, repeat. Our very own tradition which becomes stronger every time.I have to sleep while dancing at 1.30, while the rest of them will dance away, food at Khurshed's (Because Bachelor's is too far, too crowded and we don't like waiting for an hour to eat food). And then the dead fall into sleep. Only to wake up with your throat feeling like someone's poured cotton wool into it.
This is one type of party.
Then there is another type, which is with Mrinal, Harsha, Riti, Ankit and others before...Again the mad rush to reach Harsha's house where Harsha will always reach an hour later than she specified...the chatting with uncle,aunty and especially amma, the raid of her kitchen and aunty's woes of what dinner to cook for us hungy children at 10.00 in the night, riti's short clothes and my overstuffed bag, harsha's droni ki chaddar and mrinal's quations, ankit's embaressment at being caught in a girls pyjama party and riti's sarcasms. Then of course the "nightout" by then becomes a case of who will go to sleep first, Harsha by default is the first one always. Maybe the fact that it is her house preys on her so she feels that sleeping early, it will compensate matters and our madness. Next is me who has been trying to fight a battle since i joined BMM against the 1.00-1.30 deadly hour. But i will sleep. And so the lights wink out.
Both of them are equally important, equally needed to make my life what it is. A madhouse of people, experiences, songs and moments.
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On that note.. Stayover at my place... This saturday... Daaaaaaru ke saath... Lol
PS: I dislike putting up my comments cause this stupid blogger thing asks me to type words written in strange font.. I can't even read the damn thing!!!!
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