Merry Christ mas!
We’re having this big party and everyone’s here. I kinda expected this party to be wild but looking around I’m thinking, WHAT’S WRONG WITH THE WORLD!
In one corner is Mayu bhai discoursing on the philosophy of Christmas with a gang of followers from which I conveniently excused myself earlier.
Another corner is occupied by Adi with a gang of girls around him. He is holding a public reading of Harry Potter because for him it’s the same as Bible. In their midst in Anam di who is constantly tweeting live excerpts form the reading, oblivious to all the girls sitting around her, dreamy eyed.
Then there are Yencee and Shri, dueling, Rajnikant style.
Nc – Yanna Rascala!
Shri – Mind it!
And then they do a juggling sequence with their toy guns.
A separate group of girls have their heads bent together, obviously gossiping. They have Aakuh in the centre who emerges every few minutes for a – “awwh” or “eeeepp!” or jumping up and down clapping her hands frantically.
Obviously we have Nik and Rahul in a heated debate about which gang of girls to approach first by counting the number of blonde heads. Probably discussing tactics and pickup lines and all too.
Priyansh can be seen playing Gobstones (pebbles) with his friends, cracking PJs frequently and mistaking the SHUT-UP-OR-I’LL-AVEDA-KEDAVRA-YOU stares as looks of admiration.
Pooja can be seen playing with her dolls, that little chick. She is pestering her brothers to hold a doll each and help her with making up a nice doll-marriage story.
I and Rutaba were piling up stink pellets and dungbombs and plotting SIRIUSLY as to who is gonna be out next target while eyeing Nipun meaningfully all the time.
And at last, at long long last! There was the doorbell. SANTA! Both the gangs of girls rushed past me for chocolates pushing me into the now empty space beside Adi. Bitches.
And I did get my sweet revenge eventually. Guess what, NO CHOCOLATES! HA! By now you might have guessed the identity of Santa- Rohit! The girls sighed “hmn” collectively to which Ro just sighed and asked for something to eat.
That was that. It ignited Shri’s temper. For those who know him, you will realize how special it is. He launched at Ro swearing loudly in a language only Yencee could understand. We got to witness a very amusing fistfight between an overstuffed Santa and lean little Shri.
(“Mahn, food is such a driving force! You see since millions of years this has been the law of nature….”, droned on Mayu bhai to anyone who would listen.
The fight continued into the night with people betting on how much stuffing could Shri beat out of Santa. (I went home with my pockets considerably heavier as I bet on Shri winning the duel. I always had faith in my unkil.)
By the end we almost died laughing. Atleast now we had finally emerged out of our own separate worlds and come together to celebrate, thanks to Shri.
Now that we had died laughing, it must put an end to the story.
!Merry Christmas!
And a Happy New Year.
