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Saleha's Diary Entry on My Birthday


22nd of february....the day vasu turned 'a year older'...and it was as if.....all of us did... coz by the end of the day i chuckled to myself 'feels like i have grown-up'. This was the day we enjoyed together like we never had before.....the most insane yet lovely day of our lives.The day when we for the first time gathered courage to decide to get drunk!!!!

To anybody whom we spoke of our 'sinful' plan raised eyebrows and said"go on,all the very best". The day we decided 'it was time we did it' because if we didnt, we might not ever get to do that. It wasn't about 'getting drunk' but i was actually about 'getting drunk together'!!!! We were thrilled, we were excited, and with this '360degree smile' on our faces, we set out,on our bikes, headed towards ranjit lakeview,that akchat suggested we should first go to.

My eyes,hesitently turned to some other side,pretending to be reading lines on a display board,as vasu
approached the receptionist,so as to enquire whether drinks would be served at their restaurant ot at  the bar. they said,your wish... We headed upstairs,and our heartbeats raced faster and faster....as we move on from floor one to floor  two and finally to the third,then suddenly gappy said'why not first,at least,have a look at the bar?'
'Yes definitely'vasu added
'Oh wow,how would it be like,all of us in the bar for the first time,woooow!!!'exclaimed sonal all
thrilled and excited like the rest of us. We moved upstairs for the bar,entering through the glass door, timidly...first vasu,second gappy, third sonal, then me and lovee chose not to enter till we were decided. The whole air inside was filled with the suffocating smell of vodka, beer, wine or what so ever it was.. and it almost choked me.We ran outside to breathe in some fresh air nd determined not to sit in the bar. We seated ourselves in the restaurant on the corner most farthest possible seat..so that none would know  what we were up to.it seemed to us that some buffet or some party(though silnt)was going on... and to our despair lots of people suddenly emerged from nowhere. For the sake of not letting 'our privacy for the moment' be robbed,we decided to move to some other
restaurant.

'Sarthak' was the name of this place. the menu read like this-vodka regular, vodka premium, ..... 'What is this vodka regular,premium,oh what the difference is lets ask that waiter' said gappy in her  loudspeaker-mode,loud enough for the waiter to hear her words and make faces. 'Shut up gappy at least look around before you speak'we said.

'Ok bring us, one chineese sizzler.and err ....aaa....'
'Yes mam, one chineese sizzler and what..???'
'One chineese sizzler and....and......five 30 ml vodka shots regular' said vasu in one go
I could notice she too was hesitating to speak those words but vasu as we know her 'bindaas girl of our
group' did not let it show on her face. As the waiter arrived with 5 glasses vodka,placed one in front of each one of us,he asked 'do you want some coke too'
We said'yes bring one',
He brought the coke,we half diluted our vodka shots with it,as instructed by anand to sonal over the phone.
The glasses in our hands and gappy's hands trembling enough for us to notice,we thought
'lets do it now'... "cheers....!!!!!!"

'Happy birthday vasu' somebody said.
'Oh my god,premanshu is here'said lovee as I turned my face over there to the table next to us, i saw,not only premanshu,there was the whole group of hosteller boys of our class!!!!!!
'Shit...shit...shit......"that was the only sound that could be heard in the restaurant at that moment. I just cant explain how embarassing it was..who knew it would be like this..the first shot we ever raised was to be witnessd by the most stupid boys we have ever known,those from our college.
'The news will spread like fire' vasu said,irritated and embarassed,I noticed,Mithilesh was also there,
to worsen the situation for her.
I was sorry for her and for all of us....

'Lets forget them and enjoy ourselves' we decided and in a couple of minutes we were all laughing and
giggling like any other day,but not gappy...
She was i guess 'talli' even before she had tasted the vodka.
We created scenes ,laughed out loud, raised the glasses again and again to say 'cheers'!!!
Saying 'I am done' i felt some tingling sensation down the gut and a burning one as i exhaled, but whatever it was,I felt good,for not having missed the thrill of the moment!!!

Because in the morning i was decided on not to drink at all,but by the time i held the glass, i had already convinced myself,that this day was destined to be the most memorable day of my life,so did
'i give in to myself'.


We got up,and since,none of us was in a mood to go home so early,although it was the mid afternoon of  this scorching hot day,But we were in a mood for some more fun. The on goers looked at us in sheer amazement as we danced to the tunes of 'ekk mein or ekkk tu' and as gappy did the mujra 'dil chizz kya hai...'in that park!!!!

The second best thing of the day 'to dance in a park all drunk and crazy'...
"Talli" we all shouted!!!!!

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