Flyaway Mind

It was my roommates Bday. This time, contrary to usual, we hadn't equipped ourselves with eggs & tomatoes for the midnight bash. It all started at 12'o clock, with waking up the Bday Babe by bursting balloons right over her ears. She bounced out of her bed, yelling that her eardrums were no longer functional. Then we started singing..err.. howling bday wishes & hogging yummy yummy pastries.

Since eggs & tomatoes were not readily available for adorning the Bday babe, we decided to use whatever was available at hand. This included orange peels, pastries, jam & all sort of crap things. We pounced upon her, generously squeezing orange peels into those wide open , awe stuck eyes & smearing pastries & jam all over. It was big fun , until it started snowballing into a big battle. Yummy yummy pastries were rocketing in the air & gals running helter skelter. Somebody came up with a mug of water for self defense. Needless to say, my sparkling clean room soon transformed into a huge muddy puddle

OH NO!!! NOW WE HAD TO CLEAN OUR ROOM :-((

Bdays used to be memorable times, during my 4 years of engineering. At hostel we were a gang of spunky gals named 'QOOL GALS' (QG)

On one QG's Bday, we decided to decorate her with water colours. Each one of us took turns to paint her up. She made so much fuss that we were forced to tie her up in the chair..hee hee.. We even took snaps. Feels good to recollect all those long lost days

On my bday, I was drowned in heaps of glitter. Glitter had this unique property that , even if you take bath for the next 20 days, half of them will be still sticking to your hair. I was a living joke at college for next 3 weeks with people teasing me "Oh my God.. You still didn't take bath��"

Another time we went to a vegetable vendor to buy rotten tomatoes for the occasion

QG: you have tomatoes??
Vendor: yes mam
QG: Ok... Then get me some rotten ones..
Vendor: NOOOO. I never cheat my customers. I sell only real garden fresh ones here
QG: ????????