The Days Of Our Lives

I haven't been blogging regularly b'coz I've been busy. Yes, all my exams are over and my holidays are supposed to be going on, but I've somehow managed to keep myself busy; and I don't know whether that is a good thing or bad.

Anyway, had fun today. One of my friends was celebrating his b'day today and instead of the routine run-of-the-mill IIT b'day celebrations which involve a swollen ass, long lasting cries of absolute pain and a pepsi treat to all, this guy decided to celebrate with a bash at a hotel near Juhu beach. Ofcourse none of us were complaining; for obvious reasons. :)

I was unable to take my car out at night due to malfunctioning headlights so I sat behind on a bike for the ride. Normally I don't do that since I have no need; the last time such a thing happening being a couple of years back. Since I have this morbid fear of bikes instilled in me by my dad thanks to his own innumerous bike-accident stories, I am shit-scared while sitting on one; but every time I get through one ride safely, that fear get pushed back little by little.

Anyway, the guy riding the bike, my next door neighbour Pungi, was a safe driver. So instead of feeling all scared, I was actually enjoying the ride. I even managed to take pics of a couple of interesting sights which I encountered along the way.

The first was a sign shown below. It was just plain old weird and made no sense what-so-ever. If it does to any of you, please do comment.

The second was the sight of our fellow bikers - a sardar and an extremely tall man, aptly christened Bamboo, who somehow seemed to resemble a couple of pirates. I've tried to recreate the scene from my imagination, which is posted below. Needless to say, all thoughout the journey I was shouting "Ahoy land lover!" loudly every time we passed them which sometimes made the other people on the road take notice and stare. They probably thought I was drunk or something.
See the resemblance? :P

Then came the party. Now the thing is that recently I've been putting on a lot of weight due to massive consumption of cheesey products - the main culprit, ofcourse, being pizza, which I love so dearly that if it were a woman I would marry it. So these days, much to my dismay, I'm on a self-constraint diet of sorts, which turned out to be a really bad thing considering all the free food which was there. I ate minimal and barely touched the desserts. My friends were "considerate" enough to sit right besides me and make lots of "yumm" sounds every time they took a bite. I was even given lots of detailed descriptions about the almost-unresistable desserts. With friends like these who needs B-52 bombers? The interesting part came when the b'day boy's mom put loads and loads of kulfi (ice-cream) on my plate and I had to go around feeding huge scoops of it to everyone who was willing to eat it. (Actually, everyone is willing to eat ice-cream so I didn't have that much of a trouble getting rid of it)

Food was followed by crazy dancing fits (which I stayed out of, trying to maintain the little dignity that I possessed), a couple of games (including one which is regarded as one of the most fun activities these days - "Spank Shaggy" (Shaggy is my pet name) - fun for everyone except me that is) and a request for a catfight between a couple of females, which was, surprisingly, turned down. And to think that I was really really looking forward to that catfight. :(

Anyway it turned out to be a really fun night enjoyed by all. I wish more of such bashes follow - as soon I have lost that extra weight that is! :P

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