Well I don’t know why I am writing this? But inside of me feels real good about it. Well I am going to talk about my first classic hangover. Yeah I don’t know how many more are goanna come, but certainly a lot of them for sure.
Though I was never into poly, it’s not a name of a girl I am talking about college politics. We guys were giving fresher welcome to our juniors and I don’t know the money that I paid dragged me there or may b it was my frustration or liquor may b for sure. But I just want to make it clear that I am not really into poly I did went to the party organized by the other group and even danced there as well where people from that group were not even dancing yeah it felt like being complete. Though if I have to talk about my party it all started with seniors making fun of all their juniors in all possible ways, it was a little different that u can see all those bookish seniors with having puffs and making nitrogen feel pity about its presence in the atmosphere as it was easily taken over by smoke. All the seniors were roaring like loins without even caring of how lame they sound, in front of their juniors who were dressed like lambs with their coats on and buttons tied up to the neck making them just perfect to be executed by the butchers. Though it was a kind of fun when juniors were giving their introduction by standing on the centre table and we were putting all kind of weird ideas that were really not censored. Say for instance……….
1. They were supposed to add sentences like “muth marte-marte mera topa khul gaya” after every sentence in their intro.
2. Like” mujhe roz raat ko chul uthti hai”.
3. “Me yahan pe gulabi chute lene aya hun”.
4. “Mujhe kutiya chodne me jada maja ata hai”.
5. “mere gand me keedey hain”.
Well if you are crazy enough like me then you must have got the standard of the condition of ours. And just then it started, yep my first drink. I had the first one with vodka and cold drink and took it real slow and tried to enjoy it. Then I took a stronger one with two pegs at once and ragged a junior who had a hobby of chatting on omegle and gave him tips of chatting. While In between things like more and more drinking continued and I had like 12 pegs like that till the bar was closed for some time. I kind of danced with friends erratically and did all kinds of weird stuff. I just enjoyed with friends. Then again the bar opened and now things were all different. I can’t remember then how many more I had but I am sure of one thing that they were neat. Then I was just dancing telling people about my frustration. Suddenly I don’t know exactly when I fell down it felt like heaven fell on my head. That was the last thing that I remembered of that night. The next thing that I can remember was I was lying on bare floor of a room of a hostel that I can’t remember, all my clothes were sore. I had puked on them and I was practically lying in the ruble that came out of my own mouth. I collected myself, removed my sweater because it was not in a state that most of the people would have liked to see it. My head was banging and I had a hard time managing my movements and not to say I missed all my classes for that day. I still remember I had a disposable glass in my back pocket that I used for my drinks, I had saved it for more drinks in that night, but I didn’t remember when I fell. Again I slept for like 4-5 hours to clear my head. Later I learned from my friends that I really had fun that night. I did pole dance, kept puking on myself; it really feels good that I did all the right things. I showed concerns for my seniors not being not placed well, I abused girls in general. These are the real things that I really care about. I thanked my seniors for giving such a nice party and asked for their forgiveness for what I did. Anyways it feels great, I can’t remember anything much about it but I know it was worth not knowing it. I want to write a lot about it but I guess I don’t want to make it a huge text but I wish if I could, well I’ll do that in my diary.
