Day 113: 19th Oct, 2009

Birthday BASH(ing) !

I am really happy to be writing this post... not so much 'coz its my birthday... but for the fact that I am still alive.

As noted earlier, birthdays are the most dreaded days in IIM L. In my opinion, people would be less frightened about summers than about their birthdays. Then again, for people of slim built like me, who are not blessed with much flesh on their behind, the situation is more dangerous.

The masterplan:

To avoid the brutality, yours truly did a 'smart' thing. I changed my birthdate on the local intranet site as well as orkut. No one would know my birthday at all. ** evil grin **

The flaw:

I always knew I was a little too old for facebook. Silly me never checked whether my birthday is showing on facebook or not. A casual remark from a friend 2 days back brought it to my notice. I immediately went online and made the change... but... the damage was done!

The realisation:

INDEX people had already come to know. One bashing assured. Gaurav - my friend 2 room away - remembered. Immediate notification to the hostel representative, who promptly sent a mail to the hostel. In the meanwhile, my pcom buddies confirmed the new found data from their own sources which included a call to a common friend, form checking and a hoax call as well!

The cat was out of the bag. I had tried to perpetrate a fraud. At midnight, blood would flow.

The punishment: Celebration :)

First stop was the INDEX room. Shankar and Riza went berserk. Was lifted THRICE... one normal, one more when Tarun came late and one more time when Shruti came! Saala late wohlog aaya and laat mei khaya. And that ass Riza just didn't let even one chance go waste! Then the bday song and the cake smear.

Next stop was the battlefield... the mess entrance. Boy o boy, the entire army was waiting. Started off with a jug of cold water splashed on me! (remember its already super cold here!) Followed by a 500ml bottle of pepsi. Followed by 2 more freezing cold bottles of pepsi, half a bottle dedicated to my shorts. Then the kicks. Oh my God, it started off with Kachhara's high intensity right footer, I was half dead there itself. Then Deepak Venkatramani. Then Chajju. Once the specialists had done the initial ground work, I became a free-for-all football. Kicks and kicks and more kicks. I actually asked for a break in between :-p . And then got some more kicks.

Of course, pepsi was only the starting point. Next came the rest of the decoration. In no specific order, the items used:

- Eggs! ... saala dharam bhrasht kar diya!

- Sauce ... eggs + sauce = yukkkkkkkkkk smell

- Then the cake cutting. Got the customary two cakes. The bday song, and bam, Shantanu puts the whole birthday cake on my face. The remaining cream all over my t-shirt and back :D

- And then, as I stood there, the bonanza.

garam garam chai ... courtesy Preeti!

I don't think the combined odour of the entire non-bathing population would have been even 0.01 percent of the weird disgusting smell that I emanated :D

The thank-you s :

Must say, my friends did an awesome job at getting everything ready. I was of course quite silly in what I did :-p , but they all were super sportive to have turned up at such short notice! Great job from Mahesh and Dham'dhoom'dhere about the cake jugaad! Thanks guys!

And of course, the best part of all this was that I could wear the new shirt that I had bought, without worrying on how to suppress any feeling of suspicion :D

Got a greeting card from home. Some nice words from my sister and mom and dad :) . Spoke to friends during the day. Had one part of the bi-annual chat with some friends. (once on my bday, once on theirs :p ). And some others took refuge in the 'bad network' excuse :p

All in all, birthdays rock!