Birthday lessons

While on a nostalgia trip about this bunch, here’s another nugget.

It was the happiest of times and the whackiest of times. My birthday at an age when there were still ‘landmark year’ birthdays. The rowdy bunch, quite uncharacteristically nice, decided to throw me a party and do everything themselves. So here I was at 11 in the morning, sitting around in a vacant flat that belonged to someone’s uncle with a disused fax machine for company. It was a ‘come as you are since the birthday girl won’t bother dressing up’ thing.

What are we waiting for?

I demanded and was told that,

X, Y and Z are bringing the birthday cake.

X, Y and Z being my best guy friend/lurrve, best girlfriend and her boyfriend. So we twiddled thumbs awhile longer and wondered WTF are they doing, hatching eggs for the cake?

They finally put up an appearance two hours later, laden down with parcels. Gifts I hoped and I was dismayed to see plastic bags and old newspapers instead. Till they proceeded to demonstrate.

First, X dipped his hand into the plastic mess and came out with…a big carrot

Great, I murmured…what’s this….diet cake?

Just something for those long, lonely nights!!!!

replied Y with an evil grin. I sat up.

The next thing to emerge from the bag was a big cucumber with those tiny light-green spore-y things on it.

For dotted pleasure…!

said Z with a flourish.

So it continued for a few minutes. The plastic bag was dipped into and each time a new vegetable came up for inspection with a lascivious comment following. The last thing to emerge was a vile looking karela (bitter gourd) and the presentation was concluded with…

For extra friction!

And if that wasn’t enough, my birthday cake was chocolate slathered all over with vanilla icing and the words,

Happy b-day gal…beware of the white stuff!

I went off veggies for awhile after that. πŸ™‚

carrot.jpg

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About IdeaSmith

IdeaSmith is the digital doppelganger of Ramya Pandyan (intrepid train-traveller and frequent spouter of post-midnight rhymes and rants). As IdeaSmith she battles obscurity and slays boredom with her stories about men, books, digitalia and Mumbai. She performs live and also blogs, tweets, Instagrams, Facebooks, +G’s, Youtubes and Goodreads all as IdeaSmith. Ramya is a blogger, digital storyteller and spoken word performer. She also runs a forum for aspiring writers called Alphabet Sambar. Tweet-bomb her at @ideasmithy.

Posted on March 31, 2008, in Friendship, Hormone hangover, On a lighter note.. and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. LOL!! good bunch you have there..

    carrot cake is really good though!! πŸ˜›

  2. πŸ˜› Good memories, mad people, fun times πŸ™‚

  3. I feel you should bounce this idea off the Durex guys or the Kama-sutra guys!

    I see definite potential for an ad here!

    πŸ™‚

    Rada

    PS:- Thank your stars Brinjal was spared!

  4. @ Pragni: We didn’t make a cake out of it! πŸ˜‰

    @ DC: Lovely memories…*sigh*

    @ Rada: Hehe….that’s an idea now. Think they’ll pay me for it? And ooh…someone mentioned coconuts during the party as well…ouch!

  5. grin! They have a sooooperrr sense of humor!

  6. Isnt your b’day sometime in July??

  7. @ ‘nonnymous: It is. πŸ™‚

  8. am still thinking Idea..how to react to this post πŸ™‚

  9. @ Rambler: Done thinking? πŸ™‚

  10. hahahaha – oh yeah, how can i forget it –
    btw, hope u have moved on from the vegetables to meat πŸ˜‰

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