kya aisa kucch hua tha?

Originally written on 26th July 2007,I post it here from my diary.
I knew that something is going on in my room but I had really no idea of what it was. I tried to make a guess but the actual plot transcended all my imagination

The decoration of the room with balloons and ribbons, the balloons filled with bits of chakmak papers which were to become long-lasting companions (J) for all of us, were all those wonderful things I had a chance to observe later only . The spooky environment of the room as soon as I stepped inside it, with all the participants of Fancy-Dress Competition ready, no longer remained scary as all of them started all of a sudden blaring the cacophonic horn—baja. Special mention of Imran who made every possible effort to make his every possible emanation cent percent efficient by directing the noise right into my ears(of course into one of them only).The annoyance cum confusion amidst the celebration became even more puzzling as the magic candles came into play. They still amuse me, can someone tell me how exactly do they work?

The amazing great great great lichi cake which was the choiciest of its kind and was something I had the privilege to taste for the second time in my life. Although I wanted to have majority of the share but nobody gave the coveted share to me. L
First time in life --having the birthday bumps did not prove out to be that painful experience except the one again from Imu.
Not to forget the jhappi from all of you which gave delightedness of a different kind and aaaa..the very reason for celebration of bdays---gifts!!!.
They were really very well chosen and arrived to me at a very congruous moment.--.I badly needed a mobile coverfor my N70 ;the favourite COMPLAN which has earned me a moniker of “COMPLAiN boy” and the very very favourite COMIC BOOKs of all my superheroes some of which have humansize posters which I would stick on the walls of my room in an attempt to keep Imu mentally away from those wretched WWE wreslters. The all-useful gift of alarm cum thermometer cum calendar will be a memorable gift as I still remember it showing 25/7 00:02 when I opened it.

I thank heartily to Sanket to have made a point to come home early; Ravish,Gaurang and Vani to have devoted the time earmarked for their CAT practice; Imarn to have skipped WWE and FRIENDS; Shivika and Ashish to have come so late in the night and Keyur for trying to fool me like a kid diverting my mind and taking me out for a juce at 11:00 PM(nobody would be out there at that point of time except Garys special friends) in the night.

I m not aware of the quantity of efforts you all had put into for this but I could make out the enthusiasm of Ravish and Sanket who were the first to burst the balloons,Gary with the Gabbar man dress,graceful(I m absolutely not serious for the adjective) G-girl,South-Indian Shaktimaan and loongi waala pehalwaan were all the ideas of spontaneity and creativity.

All of us were very busy in having the largest possible piece of the yummy cake which had become more tasty courtesy the bits of chakmak papers which had fallen into it from the blades of fan when accidently switched on by Ravish. The cake eating and dropping it on the floor and decorating our faces with it became all the more unforgetful when the sweet aroma of the cake turned into bad smell of egg which troubled almost all of us except me .Imu and Keyur slogged hard to sweep rather wipe the floor to get the bits of the shining chakmak paper out of the floor paying heed to their benevolent ideas of “Aaj nahi toh har Sunday” with the astonishing spirit similar to the great saying “abhi nahi toh kabhi nahi”.

These were the sequence of events I relived in my mind when going to the bed and once more in the morning but is a déjà vu for me as I sit again alone on the floor of my room stuck with chakmak paper,with the whiff of egg cake entering my nose and the ribbons still showing HAP2Y B’DE RAJAT