Wack! Thud Thud! Wack!
'But you said only 15 shots?!' I pleaded.
'Huh? What did you say?' the big Rajput pretended to ask.
Wack! Wack!
My mistake of questioning my captors.
Those were the first few sounds I heard at midnight on my 'new' year, which began two days ago.
A few minutes before midnight, my roomies and I negotiated on the number of kicks my tiny cute arse would have to take. But a few minutes after midnight, I realised that I wasted my time in negotiating when I could have put on a pair of jeans over my shorts instead. Eventhough I never do indulge in such heathenish behaviour on others' bdays, no one really cares about that. There are people in this world who are just waiting to kick arses!
Luckily for me, I got the customary 'bday bums' from just two of my roomies. The other one and a friend who had come to stay over preferred to just watch over the proceedings. After the 20 odd barborous yet loving bums, I managed to put up a brave (obviously I didnt want to show them that I was a sissy) face. As I struggled to get up, all of them showered their warm hugs on me with wishes. Soon after, they managed to sing the ever-melodious bday song .. a different hoarse version of it. Then we had a delicious cake which everyone pounced upon soon after I made the first cut. The leftover from the cake was smeared all over my face and it took me two rounds of extensive washing with a bar of Lux soap to get the cake (and its accompanying greasiness) off my face.
Its been quite a while since I've received bums on my bday, since it always fell during the summer vacations. Hmm .. to be honest, it felt good to have stiff buttocks for a while!
