Monday, 21 July 2008

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Saturday night was P-A-R-T-Y night. Whoo! My college had the convocation ceremony for the graduates slash the freshers party for the B.M.M. students. I think they had both at one go so 'cause they're way too miserly to shell out bucks for two parties. So they settled for one instead. That's just my theory though. Of course the college didn't really spend on this party either. They asked all the B.M.M. students to donate Rs. 200 for the party, so it was sort of like we're throwing the party for ourselves. That's kinda sad, yeah?

Anyhoo, everything was oodles of fun. Even the formal ceremony where the graduates got to wear their black gowns and caps. I was oh so jealous of all of them. And when they posed for photos and collectively threw their caps into the air, I got goosebumps. I can't wait to wear that gown and throw my very own cap!

The entertainment section was with the skit and dance and stuff. Oh then there were the chief guests; the most famous of them being Cyrus Broacha and Shiney Ahuja. I loved hearing Cyrus speak 'cause he was hilarious as always, and had the audience in splits with his slightest comment and expressions. He told us some inappropriate stories as well, which we students enjoyed tremendously but the principal looked scandalised. Cherry on our cake :-D

The most fun part of the evening was the afterparty, which was shocking 'cause I was sure I wasn't gonna dance. Not that I don't like dancing. I like it a lot. But only within the confines of my own home and without any witnesses. Bathroom dancer, if you will. Though that would be kind of weird 'cause high possibilities of me slipping and breaking my neck while dancing in the bathroom.

But when the D.J. started playing some of my favourite songs, I just couldn't resist. Hey, it was dark and the dance floor was crowded. No one was interested in seeing how bad I was at dancing. That's what I told myself, anyway. The crowded part was horribly true. At one point, there was a classmate dancing behind me, and I accidentally kept banging my head against his every few minutes. I would have been embarrassed but I'm still hoping he didn't notice me. Anyway, once I hit the dance floor, there was no stopping me. I danced and danced like a crazy person. And here I am, two days later, with my body still aching and my muscles still groaning at the torture I put them through. Ah well. The end.

8 comments:

aww!! | NuSpeeD said...
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aww!! | NuSpeeD said...

lol! i still remember my freshers party!! i danced for like 3 straight hours!!
the farewell was kinda fun but emotional too.....

p.s : i hope u didnt dance like *that* girl...... xD

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yay! 1st comment

Saturday night was P-A-R-T-Y night. Whoo! My college had the convocation ceremony for the graduates slash the freshers party for the B.M.M. students. I think they had both at one go so 'cause they're way too miserly to shell out bucks for two parties. So they settled for one instead. That's just my theory though. Of course the college didn't really spend on this party either. They asked all the B.M.M. students to donate Rs. 200 for the party, so it was sort of like we're throwing the party for ourselves. That's kinda sad, yeah?

Anyhoo, everything was oodles of fun. Even the formal ceremony where the graduates got to wear their black gowns and caps. I was oh so jealous of all of them. And when they posed for photos and collectively threw their caps into the air, I got goosebumps. I can't wait to wear that gown and throw my very own cap!

The entertainment section was with the skit and dance and stuff. Oh then there were the chief guests; the most famous of them being Cyrus Broacha and Shiney Ahuja. I loved hearing Cyrus speak 'cause he was hilarious as always, and had the audience in splits with his slightest comment and expressions. He told us some inappropriate stories as well, which we students enjoyed tremendously but the principal looked scandalised. Cherry on our cake :-D

The most fun part of the evening was the afterparty, which was shocking 'cause I was sure I wasn't gonna dance. Not that I don't like dancing. I like it a lot. But only within the confines of my own home and without any witnesses. Bathroom dancer, if you will. Though that would be kind of weird 'cause high possibilities of me slipping and breaking my neck while dancing in the bathroom.

But when the D.J. started playing some of my favourite songs, I just couldn't resist. Hey, it was dark and the dance floor was crowded. No one was interested in seeing how bad I was at dancing. That's what I told myself, anyway. The crowded part was horribly true. At one point, there was a classmate dancing behind me, and I accidentally kept banging my head against his every few minutes. I would have been embarrassed but I'm still hoping he didn't notice me. Anyway, once I hit the dance floor, there was no stopping me. I danced and danced like a crazy person. And here I am, two days later, with my body still aching and my muscles still groaning at the torture I put them through. Ah well. The end.

Stargazer said...

This party ended at exactly 11.10. I think we were told to empty the premises by the cops lol. And *what* girl do u hope i didn't dance like? hmm?

Saturday night was P-A-R-T-Y night. Whoo! My college had the convocation ceremony for the graduates slash the freshers party for the B.M.M. students. I think they had both at one go so 'cause they're way too miserly to shell out bucks for two parties. So they settled for one instead. That's just my theory though. Of course the college didn't really spend on this party either. They asked all the B.M.M. students to donate Rs. 200 for the party, so it was sort of like we're throwing the party for ourselves. That's kinda sad, yeah?

Anyhoo, everything was oodles of fun. Even the formal ceremony where the graduates got to wear their black gowns and caps. I was oh so jealous of all of them. And when they posed for photos and collectively threw their caps into the air, I got goosebumps. I can't wait to wear that gown and throw my very own cap!

The entertainment section was with the skit and dance and stuff. Oh then there were the chief guests; the most famous of them being Cyrus Broacha and Shiney Ahuja. I loved hearing Cyrus speak 'cause he was hilarious as always, and had the audience in splits with his slightest comment and expressions. He told us some inappropriate stories as well, which we students enjoyed tremendously but the principal looked scandalised. Cherry on our cake :-D

The most fun part of the evening was the afterparty, which was shocking 'cause I was sure I wasn't gonna dance. Not that I don't like dancing. I like it a lot. But only within the confines of my own home and without any witnesses. Bathroom dancer, if you will. Though that would be kind of weird 'cause high possibilities of me slipping and breaking my neck while dancing in the bathroom.

But when the D.J. started playing some of my favourite songs, I just couldn't resist. Hey, it was dark and the dance floor was crowded. No one was interested in seeing how bad I was at dancing. That's what I told myself, anyway. The crowded part was horribly true. At one point, there was a classmate dancing behind me, and I accidentally kept banging my head against his every few minutes. I would have been embarrassed but I'm still hoping he didn't notice me. Anyway, once I hit the dance floor, there was no stopping me. I danced and danced like a crazy person. And here I am, two days later, with my body still aching and my muscles still groaning at the torture I put them through. Ah well. The end.

ash89 said...

ooh lucky people! our freshers was so unbelievably lame!

Saturday night was P-A-R-T-Y night. Whoo! My college had the convocation ceremony for the graduates slash the freshers party for the B.M.M. students. I think they had both at one go so 'cause they're way too miserly to shell out bucks for two parties. So they settled for one instead. That's just my theory though. Of course the college didn't really spend on this party either. They asked all the B.M.M. students to donate Rs. 200 for the party, so it was sort of like we're throwing the party for ourselves. That's kinda sad, yeah?

Anyhoo, everything was oodles of fun. Even the formal ceremony where the graduates got to wear their black gowns and caps. I was oh so jealous of all of them. And when they posed for photos and collectively threw their caps into the air, I got goosebumps. I can't wait to wear that gown and throw my very own cap!

The entertainment section was with the skit and dance and stuff. Oh then there were the chief guests; the most famous of them being Cyrus Broacha and Shiney Ahuja. I loved hearing Cyrus speak 'cause he was hilarious as always, and had the audience in splits with his slightest comment and expressions. He told us some inappropriate stories as well, which we students enjoyed tremendously but the principal looked scandalised. Cherry on our cake :-D

The most fun part of the evening was the afterparty, which was shocking 'cause I was sure I wasn't gonna dance. Not that I don't like dancing. I like it a lot. But only within the confines of my own home and without any witnesses. Bathroom dancer, if you will. Though that would be kind of weird 'cause high possibilities of me slipping and breaking my neck while dancing in the bathroom.

But when the D.J. started playing some of my favourite songs, I just couldn't resist. Hey, it was dark and the dance floor was crowded. No one was interested in seeing how bad I was at dancing. That's what I told myself, anyway. The crowded part was horribly true. At one point, there was a classmate dancing behind me, and I accidentally kept banging my head against his every few minutes. I would have been embarrassed but I'm still hoping he didn't notice me. Anyway, once I hit the dance floor, there was no stopping me. I danced and danced like a crazy person. And here I am, two days later, with my body still aching and my muscles still groaning at the torture I put them through. Ah well. The end.

delaney55 said...

Love the dancing girl cartoon! I think if you danced like her you are incredibly limber..lol

Saturday night was P-A-R-T-Y night. Whoo! My college had the convocation ceremony for the graduates slash the freshers party for the B.M.M. students. I think they had both at one go so 'cause they're way too miserly to shell out bucks for two parties. So they settled for one instead. That's just my theory though. Of course the college didn't really spend on this party either. They asked all the B.M.M. students to donate Rs. 200 for the party, so it was sort of like we're throwing the party for ourselves. That's kinda sad, yeah?

Anyhoo, everything was oodles of fun. Even the formal ceremony where the graduates got to wear their black gowns and caps. I was oh so jealous of all of them. And when they posed for photos and collectively threw their caps into the air, I got goosebumps. I can't wait to wear that gown and throw my very own cap!

The entertainment section was with the skit and dance and stuff. Oh then there were the chief guests; the most famous of them being Cyrus Broacha and Shiney Ahuja. I loved hearing Cyrus speak 'cause he was hilarious as always, and had the audience in splits with his slightest comment and expressions. He told us some inappropriate stories as well, which we students enjoyed tremendously but the principal looked scandalised. Cherry on our cake :-D

The most fun part of the evening was the afterparty, which was shocking 'cause I was sure I wasn't gonna dance. Not that I don't like dancing. I like it a lot. But only within the confines of my own home and without any witnesses. Bathroom dancer, if you will. Though that would be kind of weird 'cause high possibilities of me slipping and breaking my neck while dancing in the bathroom.

But when the D.J. started playing some of my favourite songs, I just couldn't resist. Hey, it was dark and the dance floor was crowded. No one was interested in seeing how bad I was at dancing. That's what I told myself, anyway. The crowded part was horribly true. At one point, there was a classmate dancing behind me, and I accidentally kept banging my head against his every few minutes. I would have been embarrassed but I'm still hoping he didn't notice me. Anyway, once I hit the dance floor, there was no stopping me. I danced and danced like a crazy person. And here I am, two days later, with my body still aching and my muscles still groaning at the torture I put them through. Ah well. The end.

tanuj lakhina said...

Aah interesting post and see i told you dancing is fun when no one is noticing and there are people who would be worse than you..heck i am made fun of by my friends because i apparently only move my head and feet and nothing else..a motion which is called as "rapper types" lol.
Getting to the part of a fresher party.. We did get it but i wasn't part of it and as i heard it was sucky because there were many guys who only wanted alcohol and the food was being hogged upon by the people.as for the people aspect,my college has a pathetic crowd which comes majorly from other states but delhi and that also is annoyingly boringly sickening.
In short am jealous of your
College and your course and people in your class... Hmmmph!

Saturday night was P-A-R-T-Y night. Whoo! My college had the convocation ceremony for the graduates slash the freshers party for the B.M.M. students. I think they had both at one go so 'cause they're way too miserly to shell out bucks for two parties. So they settled for one instead. That's just my theory though. Of course the college didn't really spend on this party either. They asked all the B.M.M. students to donate Rs. 200 for the party, so it was sort of like we're throwing the party for ourselves. That's kinda sad, yeah?

Anyhoo, everything was oodles of fun. Even the formal ceremony where the graduates got to wear their black gowns and caps. I was oh so jealous of all of them. And when they posed for photos and collectively threw their caps into the air, I got goosebumps. I can't wait to wear that gown and throw my very own cap!

The entertainment section was with the skit and dance and stuff. Oh then there were the chief guests; the most famous of them being Cyrus Broacha and Shiney Ahuja. I loved hearing Cyrus speak 'cause he was hilarious as always, and had the audience in splits with his slightest comment and expressions. He told us some inappropriate stories as well, which we students enjoyed tremendously but the principal looked scandalised. Cherry on our cake :-D

The most fun part of the evening was the afterparty, which was shocking 'cause I was sure I wasn't gonna dance. Not that I don't like dancing. I like it a lot. But only within the confines of my own home and without any witnesses. Bathroom dancer, if you will. Though that would be kind of weird 'cause high possibilities of me slipping and breaking my neck while dancing in the bathroom.

But when the D.J. started playing some of my favourite songs, I just couldn't resist. Hey, it was dark and the dance floor was crowded. No one was interested in seeing how bad I was at dancing. That's what I told myself, anyway. The crowded part was horribly true. At one point, there was a classmate dancing behind me, and I accidentally kept banging my head against his every few minutes. I would have been embarrassed but I'm still hoping he didn't notice me. Anyway, once I hit the dance floor, there was no stopping me. I danced and danced like a crazy person. And here I am, two days later, with my body still aching and my muscles still groaning at the torture I put them through. Ah well. The end.

Stargazer said...

@ ash89 well, technically i don't think it was a fresher's party. more like a farewell to the graduates. but we freshers had a blast too :)

@delaney lol i wish i was that limber or danced like that! i suck at dancing :-(

tanuj i wanna see you dance, you rapper you! umm we didn't have alcohol at this bash.. underage students yeah? we had mirinda (or was it fanta?), sprite (or 7up) and coke (not pepsi, which is sweeter). oh and water lol. food was delish though. i ate ice cream twice! and you have every right to be jealous of me and my course :D

Saturday night was P-A-R-T-Y night. Whoo! My college had the convocation ceremony for the graduates slash the freshers party for the B.M.M. students. I think they had both at one go so 'cause they're way too miserly to shell out bucks for two parties. So they settled for one instead. That's just my theory though. Of course the college didn't really spend on this party either. They asked all the B.M.M. students to donate Rs. 200 for the party, so it was sort of like we're throwing the party for ourselves. That's kinda sad, yeah?

Anyhoo, everything was oodles of fun. Even the formal ceremony where the graduates got to wear their black gowns and caps. I was oh so jealous of all of them. And when they posed for photos and collectively threw their caps into the air, I got goosebumps. I can't wait to wear that gown and throw my very own cap!

The entertainment section was with the skit and dance and stuff. Oh then there were the chief guests; the most famous of them being Cyrus Broacha and Shiney Ahuja. I loved hearing Cyrus speak 'cause he was hilarious as always, and had the audience in splits with his slightest comment and expressions. He told us some inappropriate stories as well, which we students enjoyed tremendously but the principal looked scandalised. Cherry on our cake :-D

The most fun part of the evening was the afterparty, which was shocking 'cause I was sure I wasn't gonna dance. Not that I don't like dancing. I like it a lot. But only within the confines of my own home and without any witnesses. Bathroom dancer, if you will. Though that would be kind of weird 'cause high possibilities of me slipping and breaking my neck while dancing in the bathroom.

But when the D.J. started playing some of my favourite songs, I just couldn't resist. Hey, it was dark and the dance floor was crowded. No one was interested in seeing how bad I was at dancing. That's what I told myself, anyway. The crowded part was horribly true. At one point, there was a classmate dancing behind me, and I accidentally kept banging my head against his every few minutes. I would have been embarrassed but I'm still hoping he didn't notice me. Anyway, once I hit the dance floor, there was no stopping me. I danced and danced like a crazy person. And here I am, two days later, with my body still aching and my muscles still groaning at the torture I put them through. Ah well. The end.

Ranjeet Kr. Vimal said...

lucky

Saturday night was P-A-R-T-Y night. Whoo! My college had the convocation ceremony for the graduates slash the freshers party for the B.M.M. students. I think they had both at one go so 'cause they're way too miserly to shell out bucks for two parties. So they settled for one instead. That's just my theory though. Of course the college didn't really spend on this party either. They asked all the B.M.M. students to donate Rs. 200 for the party, so it was sort of like we're throwing the party for ourselves. That's kinda sad, yeah?

Anyhoo, everything was oodles of fun. Even the formal ceremony where the graduates got to wear their black gowns and caps. I was oh so jealous of all of them. And when they posed for photos and collectively threw their caps into the air, I got goosebumps. I can't wait to wear that gown and throw my very own cap!

The entertainment section was with the skit and dance and stuff. Oh then there were the chief guests; the most famous of them being Cyrus Broacha and Shiney Ahuja. I loved hearing Cyrus speak 'cause he was hilarious as always, and had the audience in splits with his slightest comment and expressions. He told us some inappropriate stories as well, which we students enjoyed tremendously but the principal looked scandalised. Cherry on our cake :-D

The most fun part of the evening was the afterparty, which was shocking 'cause I was sure I wasn't gonna dance. Not that I don't like dancing. I like it a lot. But only within the confines of my own home and without any witnesses. Bathroom dancer, if you will. Though that would be kind of weird 'cause high possibilities of me slipping and breaking my neck while dancing in the bathroom.

But when the D.J. started playing some of my favourite songs, I just couldn't resist. Hey, it was dark and the dance floor was crowded. No one was interested in seeing how bad I was at dancing. That's what I told myself, anyway. The crowded part was horribly true. At one point, there was a classmate dancing behind me, and I accidentally kept banging my head against his every few minutes. I would have been embarrassed but I'm still hoping he didn't notice me. Anyway, once I hit the dance floor, there was no stopping me. I danced and danced like a crazy person. And here I am, two days later, with my body still aching and my muscles still groaning at the torture I put them through. Ah well. The end.