The clock strikes 12, its 5th May today….

Its 4th may and the clock reads 11:39 p.m. Still 21 minutes to go before I turn 21. I’m updating my orkut album with my old birthday pics. I choose the display pic to be a very cute golu molu type’s one. I assumed that it was me in the pic, coz of the chubby cheeks that the lil lad had. Just the cheeks that every gal loves to play with ;) But somehow, I, now have to remove the pic, coz just my sis came and told that it was my cuzn and not me.

The clock now reads 11:50, I’m being constantly reminded by A and C about my birthday tomorrow (do they think that I forgot it?), the excitement seems to have grown up a bit, and I’m playing guessing games as to who’ll be the first one to wish me. There were many options overcrowding my brain. Will it be Archana, Chahita, Suneet, Tarun, Ojaswini, Richi… the list is growing on when finally at 11:53 I see my cell vibrates and it reads, ‘Brahmleen calling’ .. WoW, that was the next name on my guess list.
I pick up the phone, “Hi, I still have 7 more minutes to go.”

Its finally 0000hrs, “Happy Birthday Deepinder”, and I’m 21, eligible to be married. Phone rings, one after the other, B,A,C in that order, O, P, R, D, S, I on and on… I’m feeling hungry now after a round of thanks giving. I go to the kitchen, and WoW, there’s a packet of chips and coke for me.. What else does a man need? Its 1:29 am and I’m wondering why didn’t any of the guys call me up. I request ankit to please give me a call to break the jinx. He does.
Hey, here comes my sister, in a state of shock. She’s holding the half empty packet of chips in hand and asking me who ate the stuff she was to carry the next day on her way to Delhi… It was me of course.. :D

Good Morning Deepinder, its ur b’day today.

Great plans to begin the day, I had an assignment to make along with Harshit, so I’m ready by 9:30 and leave for his place. I pay obeisance at Gurudwara Sahib on the way to his place. Books begin my day, and they continue to when I leave his place and head for CL. Boring lecture on Communication etc. Its over and in the meantime Bharat sir makes his way into the classroom, to take feedback on the session and eventually to wish me. He seems to be quite enthusiastic, about what, I still don’t know. He suddenly calls out for other people of the Cl, my friends there, the cameras are on, and the next thing I know is that I’m in the air, just missing the ceiling fan by an inch or so. My first b’day bumps ever. (video uploaded at orkut) Officially they had to give me 21, that’s my age now, but one.. two… three.. four… phiiivveeee…. Siixxxx.x…. seveennnnnnn…… eeeggiiiiigghhhh…….. and everyone’s taking heavy breaths, they can lift me no more. I pity them too..

Me, Archana, Cherry, Suneet, leave the class early on and we are in my car, on our way to Sardar’s Fruit ice cream. “Let’s have the sweet dish before the party begins”. It’s too hot, and I hit a bike while in the reverse gear. We are finally done and I drop them at Cl, so that they reach the Cuisine in time on their vehicles.

I remember I have to pick up ankit on my way to Cuisine. I do it and am well seated, laughing, chating, and welcoming my friends. All are now here, when A,C and Suneet, get up and do some chit chat. They’re heading towards me, with something in had, probably the gift of the day. Yes it was. A story book called ‘Friendioscope’. Words can’t explain the thing I held in my hands. I’m ordered to patiently sit and go through it. I had no option. The moral of the story… My friends rock, I’m blessed to have such friends :)

There is discussion now about one of the teachers at CL, named Sarvpreet Singh, the yaaaaaaaaaa of the CL. You say yaaaaaaaaa and we know its Sarvpreet.
“He is actually a big flirt” Someone stated said that loudly from the gathering, “I tell you what, he is a Casanova” and I bet, it was so loud that every head in the restraint turned towards us.

I might post another blog wholly dedicated to Mr.Sarvpreet Singh. He deserves one.

The day, just like this post is getting long and longer. The bills are paid and we all decide to go to Sahni’s for a creamy ice.

The parties are over, it’s the lazy uneventful evening now, and I’m lying alone on my bed, staring at my cell and the ceiling, thinking of the day that passed. My first b’day celebrated outside home, my first birthday when didi wasn’t here and my first b’day when I didn’t cut a cake, above all my first birthday when I got a present which I can quote as ‘invaluable.’