It was children's day and after long wait and weeks of coaxing, a friend of ours had agreed to throw a party for us. The occasion his Bachelor's party.Like all other parties that we have had earlier, this one turned out be a little different, but in a bad taste.
The most saddening part in a party are the party poopers. For some reason, or sheer good luck, we never had a taste of how it would be to have a spoiler accompany us for our parties. But there's always a first time for everything, its just that we had to wait a bit longer for it.
In our case, the pooper , a collegian who should have passed out of college, but didn't. a obtuse , who likes to make fun of people, but cries like a baby when things are reversed back(i have reserved a complete post for his traits, but that's later).
We are roughly a group of 10 friends , with a colorful(some colorless) and diverse background. few are married, some are engaged, some are on the prowl, two collegian and a school boy to finish with. All are in sundry vocations ranging from software, designing,banking,businesses,law and a few more. So at a party one gets to talk on various issues , some sensible, but mostly weird.But it's this mix that brings life to a party and makes the whole ambiance jocular.Being all males, there are no table manners followed, everyone is at his raw best, everyone likes to talk at the top of their voices, swear words are exchanged (in a friendly manner, its become a habit now) without any regret, which makes people seated next to our table drop their heads out of embarrassment, or you see lot of them gazing furtively at us for screwing their night. But at the end , its a gang of 10 and no one dares to interrupt.
But our pooper had some different ideas, i think he had planned to screw our night. He has had some dark memories with the person who had thrown that party for us. But with everyone amongst us , no one ever kept a grudge about the past, the pooper as i said was different.
At the party, we all made ourselves comfortable , and things started to flow and started ordering their stuff.But our pooper had a history with parties, his only purpose to attend a party is to make sure that he milks the cow till the last drop. so he started to order everything that topped the price chart in the menu . He ordered everything from bacardi breezers, white mischief vodka,rum,fruit punch and whisky. He, according to me was a drinking illiterate, drinking a mixture of all with no knowledge of how it was going to affect him, let alone affect us , that too just for raising the bill high. With all that down , he started puking(not the real one), but with words, which made some of us feel more abashed than anyone else. Everyone had a suggestive look on their face, upset about things that could have been avoided....a party that could have been enjoyed.
Wild freedom should always be tamed.....
