10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...and the clock strucks 12! Bang!!! and suddenly I felt as if my butt cracked. It was my roomie and vhellas from A-Block. I turn around and found my friends disguised as bollywood villans who are blood thirsty to kill the bechara hero (me). They came charging one after other with full passion as if they have been possessed by Ronaldo/Matarazzi. I tried to explain: "dude this is not EURO CUP and for heavens sake thats my butt and not the football. bachche ki jaan loge kya???" But nopes... nothing worked. After say a zillion kicks I was put down and they wished me: Happy Birthday! Yes it's 22nd June. My Birthday. While everyone was hugging me and wishing me I was wondering kis kameene ne yeh system start kiya???
Anyways after this mini session there was a small celebration with cakes and coke. And what followed was a series of endless calls from my parents/friends and colleagues whishing me all the luck and success in my life.
I laid back (well my butt is numb now...am not feeling a thing) and started thinking of the birthday we used to celebrate back in college days where people were more concentrated on my roomie than me. Yes he was the bakra and everyones "Fav". I felt bad for him (seriously).
In college we had our own way of celebration and we had our own rules of B'day Bumps.
B'day Boy: Well hez the center of attraction on that day!! This is the day when poor chap wonders why the hell he was born? and he also realizes that he shouldn't have kicked others on their B'day. Bumps ke baad he furiously looks at everyone and delivers a Dharam paaji's dialouge: Kutton... Main ek-ek ko chun-chun ke maroonga tumhaare B'day pe.
Room-mate Bumps: Well this is our discovery. The roommate gets bumps coz??? kyonki he is the b'day boys room-mate? As a room-mate you should share your roomies happiness and sorrow. He gets kicked so that later that night both roomies can empathize with each other.
B'day boys wish: you might be wondering what the hell is this? Well this is a special gift to the B'day as a consollation prize for getting kicked. The B'day guy can use this power to pick any guy of his choice to be kicked by others. Generally yeh woh hota hai jo sabse jyada b'day boy ko maarta hai. if you cant think whom to pick, dont worry-mera roomie hai na.
Universal B'day boy: This is also my roomie (yeah I know my roomie is very famous and everyone "LOOOVES" him). Unanimously, we always pick him. He is the one who gets kicked on everyones b'day.
Chalo this year is done and now am facing 30. I remember the "FRIENDS" episode where Rachel turns 30 and everyone is depressed. "Why god??? why are doing this to me??? I guess god has his own dark sense of humor.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Birthday Bash
10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...and the clock strucks 12! Bang!!! and suddenly I felt as if my butt cracked. It was my roomie and vhellas from A-Block. I turn around and found my friends disguised as bollywood villans who are blood thirsty to kill the bechara hero (me). They came charging one after other with full passion as if they have been possessed by Ronaldo/Matarazzi. I tried to explain: "dude this is not EURO CUP and for heavens sake thats my butt and not the football. bachche ki jaan loge kya???" But nopes... nothing worked. After say a zillion kicks I was put down and they wished me: Happy Birthday! Yes it's 22nd June. My Birthday. While everyone was hugging me and wishing me I was wondering kis kameene ne yeh system start kiya???
Anyways after this mini session there was a small celebration with cakes and coke. And what followed was a series of endless calls from my parents/friends and colleagues whishing me all the luck and success in my life.
I laid back (well my butt is numb now...am not feeling a thing) and started thinking of the birthday we used to celebrate back in college days where people were more concentrated on my roomie than me. Yes he was the bakra and everyones "Fav". I felt bad for him (seriously).
In college we had our own way of celebration and we had our own rules of B'day Bumps.
B'day Boy: Well hez the center of attraction on that day!! This is the day when poor chap wonders why the hell he was born? and he also realizes that he shouldn't have kicked others on their B'day. Bumps ke baad he furiously looks at everyone and delivers a Dharam paaji's dialouge: Kutton... Main ek-ek ko chun-chun ke maroonga tumhaare B'day pe.
Room-mate Bumps: Well this is our discovery. The roommate gets bumps coz??? kyonki he is the b'day boys room-mate? As a room-mate you should share your roomies happiness and sorrow. He gets kicked so that later that night both roomies can empathize with each other.
B'day boys wish: you might be wondering what the hell is this? Well this is a special gift to the B'day as a consollation prize for getting kicked. The B'day guy can use this power to pick any guy of his choice to be kicked by others. Generally yeh woh hota hai jo sabse jyada b'day boy ko maarta hai. if you cant think whom to pick, dont worry-mera roomie hai na.
Universal B'day boy: This is also my roomie (yeah I know my roomie is very famous and everyone "LOOOVES" him). Unanimously, we always pick him. He is the one who gets kicked on everyones b'day.
Chalo this year is done and now am facing 30. I remember the "FRIENDS" episode where Rachel turns 30 and everyone is depressed. "Why god??? why are doing this to me??? I guess god has his own dark sense of humor.
someday when my life has passed by me
I lay around and wonder why you were always there for me
As a gust of virgin winds your pastel passions came
leaving your desperate spell on me, left me dumb and lame.
you set my soul at ease and chased darkness out of view
lonely and left out all through my youth, I was alone.
you took me by hand and led on.
I looked at you yearningly as I watched a flower come out of life
in the dead mans chamber
Now, look at the desert of the night
sending out signals from one heart to the other and even now,
at this hour of night when the moon has eclipsed the sun
I have kept the desert awake
For you, to feel the moon beams
and to see you bathing in the open
under the moonlight and your mad poet with you
Let the world watch,
how right we are for all and one to see,
come and pour all your kisses
left long undone in those burnt out eyes
let the civilized people on the street be stun
tear away those unknotted bonds and... tell you,
I am the one for whom you have been yearning for all these years...
come, lets step out of this civilization
which hasnt known the strength of our wings.
I lay around and wonder why you were always there for me
As a gust of virgin winds your pastel passions came
leaving your desperate spell on me, left me dumb and lame.
you set my soul at ease and chased darkness out of view
lonely and left out all through my youth, I was alone.
you took me by hand and led on.
I looked at you yearningly as I watched a flower come out of life
in the dead mans chamber
Now, look at the desert of the night
sending out signals from one heart to the other and even now,
at this hour of night when the moon has eclipsed the sun
I have kept the desert awake
For you, to feel the moon beams
and to see you bathing in the open
under the moonlight and your mad poet with you
Let the world watch,
how right we are for all and one to see,
come and pour all your kisses
left long undone in those burnt out eyes
let the civilized people on the street be stun
tear away those unknotted bonds and... tell you,
I am the one for whom you have been yearning for all these years...
come, lets step out of this civilization
which hasnt known the strength of our wings.
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