High on Spirits

Talking about vodka, sitting in the D school canteen …we friends were sharing our first liquor experience. This took me back to the memory lane…my final year in college; despite living in Delhi, I took up a PG accommodation near my college. I stayed with five friends. We wanted to discern how it feels to get tulli. Neither of us have ever had a drink except one who was an alumni of our college. She suggested us to go to a bar in GK M-block for a cocktail. However, none of us were so audacious to get drunk in a bar and return in that drunken state to the PG. So we chose to bring vodka in PG and make our own cocktail. We asked our maid Afsana ji to get Smirnoff vodka. We brought cold drinks, potato chips and some chocolates (in case vodka tastes too pungent). We decided to have a booze party on a Saturday night. After dinner, we locked the main door and poured drinks in our coffee mugs. Cheers….. that first sip was horrendous. We all ate chocolates. But we were determined to get tulli, come what may. As the first peg came to an end, our feeling was that of buoyancy. We laughed, danced and celebrating the good mood. One of us suggested calling a guy friend of one of us and flirting with him. I was the most docile of the lot, so they all asked me to do the flirting. I didn’t know what to say but I agreed. I clearly remember the guy’s name, his name was Arjun and he was doing MBA from Amity University. I can’t recall what we talked, however, one thing I remembered that he kept on repeating, ‘you have a sexy voice’ and sighed whenever I grinned. I was completely out of my senses coz I don’t remember when I hung up.
We shared our intimate secrets…we laughed together…we cried together. Laughed…cried…laughed…cried… we spent the entire night weeping, sobbing, chuckling, and giggling. We had the best of our times together. And to our amazement, when we got up the next morning or rather afternoon, there was no hangover of the last night’s booze. But the only repercussion of that night was Arjun’s phone calls for me. He wanted to meet me, but I don’t, coz I dread the sort of an opinion he must have made of me in his mind, when I’m just the contrary. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, he gave up and all of us had a good laugh.
Nevertheless, we had a great time getting intoxicated and I still cherish those splendid moments.