Happy Birthday To Me!!

Alright, alright, so it's been 10 days since my birthday. Better late than never, I always say.

I've been busy. This partying and holidaying is hard work, I tell you. 16 days into the new year, and 10 days left of the holidays. I had major plans of sending off long detailed posts about the holiday in Chennai, and the trips to Cochin and Bangalore. But then I changed my mind. I can't waste any time blogging. There's too much eating, drinking and partying to be done!

But now, having just consumed some Pongal and various other culinary delights whipped up by my dear ol' grandmother, I've changed my mind yet again. It's my blog and I must put up one post for my birthday, even though it's been a blur.

January 6th. I turned 27. Don't feel any older, or any wiser. Didn't even feel like I had a birthday, because all the parties just seem to have merged into one big drunken ride. But anyway, from the hazy recesses of my memory, here is what happened.

A few friends came over on the night of the 5th. Along with my dad and brother, we all drank the night away. At the stroke of midnight, many wishes and hugs and kisses were received. It was good. Shortly thereafter, I passed out.

Woke up on my birthday to find out that my grandmother's been hospitalised, suffering severe food poisoning. So I spent the better part of the day in hospital by her side. Went home briefly to receive an old friend of mine who landed up fom Bangalore. Received many phone calls from many people. I also spent a lot of time calling people trying to arrange a beach house, for a birthday party, which was to happen on the 7th, being a Saturday. Finally, by about 7 in the evening, A beach house was organised. My grandmother was also speedily recovering, and she was back home by 9. It was time to go party. So I went out with a bunch of guys to Zara's (worldfamous Tapas Bar in Chennai). Much fun was had. Was supposed to meet some people later on at Pasha, but that didn't happen due to some error in communication, so we all went home and slept.

The next day was the actual celebration. A huge gathering was expected. It was a combined birthday celebration with two other people. After stressing over the administrative and logistic tasks of it all, I gave up, sat back, and let the whole thing fall into place. The beach house was awesome. It was huge, and had a swimming pool. Lots of people came. Some didn't. All I remember is that is was a fun party. And I suppose thats really what matters in the end.

Had fun with a lot of friends, some very close ones, some not so close, some old, some new, some just acquaintances, some total strangers. Got drunk, got stoned, got wasted. Woke up the next morning with a smile on my face and a mild buzz in my head, thinking "It really has been a Happy Birthday!".