Yappy Nuu Err... :D

I've been asked to blog about this, rather ordered to blog about this. What I am I talking about? Well this was the most awaited day of 2008! And it did not disappoint.

DAY: 31st December 2008.
VENUE: Nupur's residence.

This day had been planned for over a month. It was not a regular new year party for us, for we were to have vodka! Yes, my friends, VODKA! I'm trying to show the excitement here, which was palpable that day.
I reached Ale's place from college at around 1, only to find her snoozing away to glory on her much beloved bunk bed (she looks funny when she's asleep-further details is injurious to my health). After a good ten minutes, she woke up and stared at me as if I were some alien who had dropped in to say hello (remember ET?). After her coming out of the sleepy reverie, we had lunch and then she took her bath (Yeah, she took her bath late in the afternoon, I find that absolutely normal because I do that on holidays too. So, spare me the judgments!)
Ok, before you people tear your hair out,or wanting to pull mine instead because I'm boring you with too many innocuous details, I'll get on with the story.

Now began what I call "The Party Paraphernalia Parade" Both of us set out to buy various stuff (read lot of chips,soft drinks etc.Did I mention chips? Lots of chips. We can give Saif Ali Khan a run for his money when it comes to chips!) along with some weird stuff like thermo col balls (more on this later). I have edited many details like my inexplicable urge to doze off right there on the road, Man! I was sleepy; meeting an old classmate of mine in the supermarket and importantly my increasing annoyance with the traffic and the endless trips around those various shops.


We reached Nupur's place at last and I was very sleepy and my head was aching like crazy. I made coffee for everyone and it was fantastic! (Its my blog, I'll write whatever I please.) So after everyone had my awe-inspiring and superbly superb coffee, we decided to get ready for the party. We were all charged up, thanks to my heavenly coffee. Ale was the in charge of the make up and again Ale was in charge of the hair styling. Basically, the rest of us, were like lost. If not a physiotherapist, Ale will give tough competition to Shahnaz Hussain. Ale looks like a human being though, unlike her, who looks perennially electrocuted. I wonder why she insists on having her own picture on the product. Heights of delusion!

Ok, back to the party. After about an hour and a half. Yes, girls take an awful lot of time to get ready. We were all nicely dressed up and ready to rock n roll!
Everything was there except the food. So Ale and Nupur rushed to get the food. They rushed alright, but they took an excruciating hour and a half to get back. I remember, Ale called me up from there and the moment I picked up, she said and I quote, "Start dancing! The food will take a while."
I'm a huge fan of dancing but there is a limit you know. Just observe that sentence uttered by my dear friend, it looks as if I were asked to perform some ceremonial tribal dance for the benefit of mankind in general and the food in particular. I told her that I have other productive activities to indulge myself in apart from dancing like an absolute maniac. She got the point.

2 hours into dancing and we were a little tired. Not little, very tired actually. Then came the Breezer ( Yeah yeah, for all those who think I'm a wuss for not trying a Breezer so far, go smell a dead fish!) I did not like it at first sip but it later tasted like Appy Fizz with a zanny tang of course. All of gulped down a good amount of it and we were all ready to dance again. Point to be noted, we were all sober. All, except Nupur. She wanted to cut the cake with a mirror. Yes, that's right, a mirror. The way she danced after this, was legendary. Legendary, because she danced as if she were possessed by the legendary Elvis Presley. She was high and how!
It was around 11:45 in the night now. We had finished our dinner. Yummy Chinese food!! It was finger licking good! KFC can't sue me for using the line because we were really licking our fingers, maybe we were too hungry. So we danced, jumped, pranced around, loitered and then finally it was 12 am!! We got the cake, decorated it with candles, put it in a plate and again surrounded it by bigger candles. It looked lovely but unfortunately didn't taste the same. Blame it on the bakeries for running out of cakes on New Year's Eve!! How were we to know that every nut-case in Hyderabad would cut a cake on this day?

Anyway, getting to the MOST important part of the entire party and the reason behind my writing this post in the first place, which is absolutely insane, I know, but I cant write it any other way either and this is turning out to be too big a sentence which I shall end now. Crazy? I agree. No, I'm not drunk, but I am about to, in the party.

This night is quite high on the list of crazy things that I've done in my life so far. Nupur's boyfriend, apparently was more excited than her, at the prospect of his girlfriend and her friends getting sloshed on New Year's eve. He got us a sexy bottle of vodka which was carefully smuggled into the house by Nupur. Her parents could not know about it for obvious reasons ( DDD:Daughter Dearest-Drunk..A parent's worst nightmare). So after carefully analyzing the entire situation and making sure that her parents were asleep, the Vodka was taken out.
Amidst nervous glances and hushed whispers, we brought a tiny glass, (didn't have those shot glasses) some strawberry crush, straws, a huge bottle of sprite and of course the Vodka to Nupur's bedroom. We were behaving like a bunch of excited little toddlers, high on sugar. We were giggling and laughing and then hushing each other up fearing that even the slightest noise would wake her parents up.

CRAPPY COCKTAIL- One small glass (actually any container which can hold some liquid would do, because the name is suggestive enough to imply the importance of the glass to be used for this concoction); generous amount of strawberry crush ( the more you waste, the better); equal, if not more quantity of vodka (what we had was pretty expensive) and some stupid straws to sip it and a match box.
We were in all, 5 girls and we had in front of us a glass which was filled with strawberry crush and vodka to the brim. To the brim, because we now had the task of lighting it on fire. It was not as exciting as it sounds. I had actually imagined it to literally going up in flames, but it did not happen. In fact we struggled for nearly 20 minutes before we were finally able to set it on fire. It lasted for approximately 6 seconds. It was not the burning inferno I had imagined it to be, which was quite disappointing. We struggled even more to click a picture where the flame was visible. It was a tiring exercise.
Now finally, it was time to sip it. It was at this moment that my dad called up to wish me Happy New Year (What timing!!). I was totally taken off guard by the call but thankfully my dad didn't find anything amiss. At last it was my turn to sip it and when I did, it was the single most disgusting thing I had ever tasted in my life. I was reminded of all the sucky cough syrups I had as a child, only this was worse as it burned my throat. HOW CAN PEOPLE POSSIBLY LIKE ALCOHOL???? None of us liked it, Nupur's younger sis was a little tipsy by now. We still had half a bottle of vodka left. We wolfed it down with Sprite determined to get drunk. It was just not happening. All of us were telling each other, "I am not drunk yet, I am not drunk yet." Meanwhile one of the girls present there, Soumya, calls up a friend to wish him and says, "Hello Rakesh, Rakesh hai?" She was drunk as hell ( she was also laughing continuously).
At around 2:30 in the morning, angry that we were not drunk, Ale and I, decided to start dancing. Nupur badly wanted to sleep and Soumya had already tucked herself in the bed. But Ale and I were adamant. Some catchy western number or some hindi song was playing in the background and Ale and I were dancing. We were not just dancing, we were doing Kathak, replete with perfect footwork! Later we watched Sarabhai on the PC and laughed so loudly that Soumya woke up and watched it with us.

Odd? I know. Next morning, we laughed like crazy wondering why on earth were we doing Kathak.
So moral of the story is:
Tha thai thai thaa
Ale and Pal will perform kathak
After getting high on Vodka!

PS: No, I am not drunk right now.