In college we had prevalent an event called "The Freshers Party". For the uninitiated it was simply a party hosted by the second year chaps to welcome the first year chaps. However as with most things which seem to be simple there was a catch. The so called "fresh" guys were assigned the task of asking out the senior girls and vice versa for the new girls. Well thats not a big problem thought yours truly. The reasoning was simple as follows. Senior girls were approximately forty in number. Junior boys numbered more than ninety. A ratio of 2:1 seemed fairly safe I thought to escape this particular ordeal. But as they say "to err is human".
Completely unaware of my faulty analysis, I continued with my daily routine. The D-Day approached and I made plans with my group as to how we would have a blast in the party going as stags, getting sloshed and pitying those unfortunate souls saddled with entertaining the concerned damsels.
The D-Day dawned and it seemed like a pretty normal kind of a day till calamity struck.......
1 comment:
hey... nice one.... now do write about the calamity ASAP.... although i kinda have an idea of the same... it wud be interesting to read it all decked up in a flowery language with a bit of Mallyaesque humour!!
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