A birthday celebration

             


                    It was another damn boring day, full of theory classes. Every student's face in the class looked as if they had been sedated. My gang, so tired of sleeping from the first hour, wanted to stay awake.The only technique that we knew to stay away from the sedation was TO PLAN. Yes, we love planning, not about our placements,not about our higher studies but on how we ought to spent the weekend as though we had been exhausted from studying on the weekdays.




                              Fortunately one of our friend's birthday happened to fall on that saturday. So each of my friends were so enthusiastic in giving their ideas on how to celebrate.After some 2hours of discussion, a plan was finalized.On that day evening at around 7pm, everyone reached our home and were getting ready to leave.All of a sudden the plan was changed.I had no clue on who changed the plan or why the plan was changed.Change of plan at the last moment was one thing that our gang got used to from the first year.




                     The plan was to find a resort in ECR and booze-up.( for this simple plan we had spent nearly 3hours discussing. THATS OUR GANG).ECR was one road where my friends can use the full potential of their above-180cc-bikes and can showoff their driving skills.I felt as if we were participating in some MOTOGP race because none of my friends bike traveled at less that 80kmph.




                            Believe it or not, whenever we had been to ECR, one of us would get caught by the police.This time was no different.This time the policeman even went a step further and beat one of our friend for behaving imprudently.If you think that we felt sorry and consoled our friend, you are absolutely wrong.What if that guy happened to be the funster of our gang? yes, we had got an incident to reminiscent for next 1year.




                      Paying half of the bribe demanded, we started again.Most of the resorts were full and if at all rooms were available in some resorts, they were not within our limited budget.At last we found one in mahabalipuram that suited us.Everyone was so eager to booze after a long gap( long gap means not more than 2months).I think, the most exciting thing one could experience is that you being sober and watching your friends getting high.You really wouldnt believe that these were the people who had been your friends for the past 3years.




                           One of my friend started crying,saying all his problems.I really didnt know how should i react.I realized that alcohol makes you to reveal the deepest secrets buried in your heart.Another friend kept on puking as if he had gallons of vomit stored in his tummy.The worst thing was that he would puke exactly when we finished cleaning his previous one.Each one of my friend behaved uniquely in a bizarre way.I felt like a warden in a psychiatric hospital, controlling and consoling everyone.




                              At around 4am, most of them slept ,oblivious to the stinky smell hovering around the room.Though i was tired, i didnt feel sleepy. I got down and had a long walk on the lonely street.It was cool, pitch dark and so tranquil (except the sound of some dogs barking).The situation made my mind so serene. I was deeply contemplating but not sure on what i was contemplating.




                                May be it was about the way my friends behaved, may be it was about how i would behave if i booze or may be about should i ever booze in my life.Though i knew that boozing was not all that sinful thing,though i knew that boozing occasionally would cause no big harm,some part of me wanted to advice my friends not to get drunk.But i knew that i didnt have the courage to advice them.


                                 So as usual i did the most selfish thing.I advised(and promised) to myself that i should never booze in my life.




                                                                                         by prem