My Margaritaville
I promised S that I would chronicle the events of at least on Insti party, but the day after I generally feel like a low life cretin that I can’t even begin to write anything about that previous night. Now, I am not one of those people who can’t remember their drunken rambling, I remember every single detail and that my friend is not a good thing. I remember what I said to Kitty and K was so pissed at me that she gave her etrigan look for almost two days( you don’t want to know about the look, it’s such an icy glare you feel like you are going to freeze that very moment),I remember vaguely that I slapped P thrice (she reminds me of this event every chance she gets) and I remember dragging P back to the hostel when she was howling ( I mean this literally) about how A was a bitch and how she stole that-which-belongs-to-me. I can’t stop reliving those ghastly moments. I definitely don’t want to die in hands of P and K so please don’t expect any post of that kind from me.
Coming back to the topic of discussion, this is about the Hostel party. I guess the non-disclosure agreement doesn’t hold good so I am at liberty to talk about people's idiocy and mine :). I had a very hectic day where I finished my new chic-lit Girl Alone in one day and was feeling very good about it. The protagonist sounded just like me, she was a cough syrup addict and a rock music aficionado (hello she freaking listens to King Crimson for crying out loud) so I felt very happy that there exists someone (at least on paper) like me. I get back to my room all flippant because I actually did something during those insanely boring sessions (I tell you if you have HRM, MIS, SCM and Communications in one term you will die of boredom).
I came back to check my mail and do some important stuff online (read comment on someone's FB post or browse IMdB or download some new movie) only to find my IP has been blocked. This was a bad bad sign, because it has already happened ones but me being a download junkie couldn’t stop myself so well the moral is that if you download like a maniac big brother will come calling. I went to the CC with a very morose expression and said that my laptop had a virus and it was not working properly for the past few days and I had no idea what to do (you know the standard blonde idiot routine). Finally they did unblock my IP only after a long discussion about the pros and cons of the different antivirus software that we have on campus.
After such a long and eventful day I was wondering whether or not to get sloshed. It’s not every day that I have to act like a moron to get the job done. There I was reading crap (this resolution was the first one that I broke, it took me exactly 12 hrs and 20 mins after I posted that on this very blog) and debating whether or not to go join the party, they started playing songs from Fashion. I HATE the movie and I despise the sound track. When you have the same songs playing in all the insti parties you will have the same reaction believe me and when you have actually done a ramp walk to those tunes trust me you will. I decided that I will not get drunk and definitely not when I have a quiz the next day. You should know that I take this oath before every party. I remember I told K to slap me if I get drunk and well I think half an hour later I was actually slapped when I was on my third drink in front of the whole insti at that.
As you might have noticed I never live up to the promises I make to myself. So, 15 minutes later K and I were at the party and enjoying ourselves (if you call dancing to lame ass Hindi numbers enjoying that is). P was off practising for her Song and Dance routine (She was in the second round of insti song singing competition and she was trying really hard to get one CV point so she was all work and no play) so we were waiting before we actually start our party. Now K calls herself a people-watcher, I don’t know what that term exactly means till yesterday night when she started her very lively lecture on her take on Green-Green to preferred appendages. This was her first time getting sloshed all the way so well shit happened :)
I tried to get some Club dance hits or something of that sort (well they do have 100s of those albums) went and searched for stuff on DC and all I could find was Dr. Alban and Venga Boys! I never once said that we have cool people in Hell well if they are then they maybe hibernating or something. Either way so I had come to a conclusion that I cannot solve this problem, so I called P and told her to get her workout album (which is the compilation of the best hip-hop numbers as she puts it, which I politely said was horns waggle) . Before that actual music arrived we did dance to a lot of really songs with the Amitabh-Dharmendra-Rajesh Khanna- Salman Khan- Sunny Deal dance routine. This I must tell you was as embarrassing as it could get but then K was dancing (in her defence she never never dances, we have to drag her to the dance floor in every insti party only to find her in some corner engrossing in people-watching 5 minutes later, I tell you she can never get enough of this shit that she takes so seriously!) so it all good even though I was making a total ass of myself.
P finally arrived with her much publicized music collection (well thanks to yours truly every one thought that we were going to play the good stuff). This is how we all come to the most important part of the evening. There I was happily dancing to Wait a minute (Timbaland and PCD, if you don’t know :)), I tripped over and fell and cut my foot with some nasty rusted iron thingie that was lying on the ground. I was bleeding like a maniac. Now a normal person would just give up and say that I think we should stop behaving like idiots and go sleep or study for the quiz. But as you know I am not that person, I went washed my war wounds and was promptly back on the dance floor to finish what we started. Now, generally at this point in the party P would be so sloshed that me and K would be guarding her like some Ninja warriors so that she won’t blurt something stupid or shout at someone. But this it was the other way round P was sober and we were the sloshed lots. Finally sweet revenge I thought, but little did I know how badly mistaken I was.
And then to top it all we had to play the famous Bev D song to pay respect to certain someone. Now if you play the song you should head bang, so we did that too and let me tell you the pictures are not flattering, not flattering at all. We danced and danced and in the process were photographed my so many people I don’t know how I am going to manage wrangling the evidence from all of them.
I think a little after 2 the hostel rep came back to tell us that enough was enough people can’t take the bad music anymore well she dint say that exactly I was just using Captain Subtext. We were finally thrown out of the dance floor (if you can call the old and battered baddy court that) and went back to P’s room to analyze and dissect the day’s events (Read gossiping like old ladies). Now you should know that P was sober and was plotting revenge for those slaps. So innocent me was victimized by two bullies into acting as their model to test out their makeup skills. I was never thought I would be so embarrassed in just a span of 12 hours but now who was I kidding when two master minds came together to make me their new dolly ( ohh kill me now :(). I was made into a demure gult bride with the huge bindi (courtesy Kajal from Lakme) and then a hippie with a marijuana leaf bindi and then finally the uni-browed Frida with the whole ensemble of junk jewellery. I have photographic evidence to show the torture that I went through. I am going to kill them some day (note to self watch Hostel and get some tips on afflicting pain)
Finally, I was back in my room at 2 in the morning dead tired and with a terrible neck and limping like House ( well I was kind of happy about that, juvenile I know but c’mon I was like House only without a cane or the Vicodin addiction). So, these were the chronicles of one party, you should know that pandemonium breaks loose after every such party and I am left to cope from numerous aching body parts and huge hangovers and last but not the least apologizing to people or mostly shouting at them saying stuff like are-you-crazzzy, did-you-know-what-you-told-XYZ or taking oaths like I-will-never-go-to-another-insti-party-ever-again. Nothing works I am always back making a bigger ass of myself.
In Annie Hall, Woody Allen says that life is divided into two categories: the horrible and the miserable. Well, if being in hell is horrible then I wouldn’t mind being miserable for sometime during those mind numbing insti parties.
Phew, that was a long post and I wrote it one go. We do have the Manfest party pretty soon and the non-disclosure agreement doesn’t cover that one so I guess one more post about drunken adventures :)
Cheerio!
Coming back to the topic of discussion, this is about the Hostel party. I guess the non-disclosure agreement doesn’t hold good so I am at liberty to talk about people's idiocy and mine :). I had a very hectic day where I finished my new chic-lit Girl Alone in one day and was feeling very good about it. The protagonist sounded just like me, she was a cough syrup addict and a rock music aficionado (hello she freaking listens to King Crimson for crying out loud) so I felt very happy that there exists someone (at least on paper) like me. I get back to my room all flippant because I actually did something during those insanely boring sessions (I tell you if you have HRM, MIS, SCM and Communications in one term you will die of boredom).
I came back to check my mail and do some important stuff online (read comment on someone's FB post or browse IMdB or download some new movie) only to find my IP has been blocked. This was a bad bad sign, because it has already happened ones but me being a download junkie couldn’t stop myself so well the moral is that if you download like a maniac big brother will come calling. I went to the CC with a very morose expression and said that my laptop had a virus and it was not working properly for the past few days and I had no idea what to do (you know the standard blonde idiot routine). Finally they did unblock my IP only after a long discussion about the pros and cons of the different antivirus software that we have on campus.
After such a long and eventful day I was wondering whether or not to get sloshed. It’s not every day that I have to act like a moron to get the job done. There I was reading crap (this resolution was the first one that I broke, it took me exactly 12 hrs and 20 mins after I posted that on this very blog) and debating whether or not to go join the party, they started playing songs from Fashion. I HATE the movie and I despise the sound track. When you have the same songs playing in all the insti parties you will have the same reaction believe me and when you have actually done a ramp walk to those tunes trust me you will. I decided that I will not get drunk and definitely not when I have a quiz the next day. You should know that I take this oath before every party. I remember I told K to slap me if I get drunk and well I think half an hour later I was actually slapped when I was on my third drink in front of the whole insti at that.
As you might have noticed I never live up to the promises I make to myself. So, 15 minutes later K and I were at the party and enjoying ourselves (if you call dancing to lame ass Hindi numbers enjoying that is). P was off practising for her Song and Dance routine (She was in the second round of insti song singing competition and she was trying really hard to get one CV point so she was all work and no play) so we were waiting before we actually start our party. Now K calls herself a people-watcher, I don’t know what that term exactly means till yesterday night when she started her very lively lecture on her take on Green-Green to preferred appendages. This was her first time getting sloshed all the way so well shit happened :)
I tried to get some Club dance hits or something of that sort (well they do have 100s of those albums) went and searched for stuff on DC and all I could find was Dr. Alban and Venga Boys! I never once said that we have cool people in Hell well if they are then they maybe hibernating or something. Either way so I had come to a conclusion that I cannot solve this problem, so I called P and told her to get her workout album (which is the compilation of the best hip-hop numbers as she puts it, which I politely said was horns waggle) . Before that actual music arrived we did dance to a lot of really songs with the Amitabh-Dharmendra-Rajesh Khanna- Salman Khan- Sunny Deal dance routine. This I must tell you was as embarrassing as it could get but then K was dancing (in her defence she never never dances, we have to drag her to the dance floor in every insti party only to find her in some corner engrossing in people-watching 5 minutes later, I tell you she can never get enough of this shit that she takes so seriously!) so it all good even though I was making a total ass of myself.
P finally arrived with her much publicized music collection (well thanks to yours truly every one thought that we were going to play the good stuff). This is how we all come to the most important part of the evening. There I was happily dancing to Wait a minute (Timbaland and PCD, if you don’t know :)), I tripped over and fell and cut my foot with some nasty rusted iron thingie that was lying on the ground. I was bleeding like a maniac. Now a normal person would just give up and say that I think we should stop behaving like idiots and go sleep or study for the quiz. But as you know I am not that person, I went washed my war wounds and was promptly back on the dance floor to finish what we started. Now, generally at this point in the party P would be so sloshed that me and K would be guarding her like some Ninja warriors so that she won’t blurt something stupid or shout at someone. But this it was the other way round P was sober and we were the sloshed lots. Finally sweet revenge I thought, but little did I know how badly mistaken I was.
And then to top it all we had to play the famous Bev D song to pay respect to certain someone. Now if you play the song you should head bang, so we did that too and let me tell you the pictures are not flattering, not flattering at all. We danced and danced and in the process were photographed my so many people I don’t know how I am going to manage wrangling the evidence from all of them.
I think a little after 2 the hostel rep came back to tell us that enough was enough people can’t take the bad music anymore well she dint say that exactly I was just using Captain Subtext. We were finally thrown out of the dance floor (if you can call the old and battered baddy court that) and went back to P’s room to analyze and dissect the day’s events (Read gossiping like old ladies). Now you should know that P was sober and was plotting revenge for those slaps. So innocent me was victimized by two bullies into acting as their model to test out their makeup skills. I was never thought I would be so embarrassed in just a span of 12 hours but now who was I kidding when two master minds came together to make me their new dolly ( ohh kill me now :(). I was made into a demure gult bride with the huge bindi (courtesy Kajal from Lakme) and then a hippie with a marijuana leaf bindi and then finally the uni-browed Frida with the whole ensemble of junk jewellery. I have photographic evidence to show the torture that I went through. I am going to kill them some day (note to self watch Hostel and get some tips on afflicting pain)
Finally, I was back in my room at 2 in the morning dead tired and with a terrible neck and limping like House ( well I was kind of happy about that, juvenile I know but c’mon I was like House only without a cane or the Vicodin addiction). So, these were the chronicles of one party, you should know that pandemonium breaks loose after every such party and I am left to cope from numerous aching body parts and huge hangovers and last but not the least apologizing to people or mostly shouting at them saying stuff like are-you-crazzzy, did-you-know-what-you-told-XYZ or taking oaths like I-will-never-go-to-another-insti-party-ever-again. Nothing works I am always back making a bigger ass of myself.
In Annie Hall, Woody Allen says that life is divided into two categories: the horrible and the miserable. Well, if being in hell is horrible then I wouldn’t mind being miserable for sometime during those mind numbing insti parties.
Phew, that was a long post and I wrote it one go. We do have the Manfest party pretty soon and the non-disclosure agreement doesn’t cover that one so I guess one more post about drunken adventures :)
Cheerio!
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