Bloody birth(day)^2

This day shall henceforth be known as "Bloody birth(day)^2" in the history of iiit-b. We "celebrated" the birthdays of 3 of our classmates: Vaibhav, Rahul and Vivek. It was just amazing. Eating three different cakes on a single day is just an amazing thing.. a feeling that is better not described.

Now, for the title of the post.. a bloody birthday day... (that is what ^2 is supposed to symbolise, one more AJ). It was actually not bloody. It was just filled with eggs, tomatoes and lots of cake. First the birthday boys, to be read as bakras, were dragged out of their hiding places under the beds, in their friends' rooms and even the bathroom. They are kicked to an inch near death in a ceremony called birthday bums [:))]. Then, we have a raucous singing of happy birthday (refer Sids post on law of average), followed by the cake stuffing. This time, we decided to add a few new additions to the existing custom. People familiar with birthday celebrations in hostels might have already endured this. The eggs were really good, esp when it is on Vaibhav's and Rahul's face. Another thing that is not to be missed is the amount of Maaza poured on Vivek and Rahul. The author claims to be a victim in the collateral damage when Maaza was poured (made me wash a t-shirt i hadn't washed for a few months :( ). The bakras were not the only folks covered in cake. Any one in the vicinity was given a coating of cake too.. that is fun folks.
The eggs, tomatoes and Maaza shall henceforth be deemed illegal in any party where any author of backBytes is going to be a bakra.

This is already a long post, so let me cut it short by saying... one hell of a "Bloody birth(day)^2"

Fear and Loathing in IIIT-B

Overheard at the college mess......
Not only do I have to tolerate all the deadlines, assignments , quizzes and projects but the insanely meaningless signatures that come with the mails!!! I' join committees only to be given work I absoulutely despise,and I'm supposed to put on an enthusiastic smile and pretend to like everything around me! Stand through long queues for lunch and hold on to my chair to not fall off out of boredom at the ovals drawn in the main class room!
And to top it all, I have to pay an astronomical amount for my party and stick decorative paraphernelia around so these people with "insanely meaningless signatures" can enjoy!!!
Phew!!!!!!
I attend equal number of tests than classes all day!
I;m constantly being advised in turns by strangers with "strange signatures" who say
-> Don't ask profs doubts
-> Don't Complain
-> DOn't cut classes
-> Don't make a loud noise
-> Don't talk out of time
-> Don't theorize, realise, polarise
-> Don't smoke
-> Don't walk on grass
-> Don't smoke grass
-> Don't walk on people who smoke grass
Phew!!!!!!!