(If you get bored half way, which you probably will, please scroll down ‘til the end to see the surprise).

The difference between the last post and this post is that the former was written by a teenager and the latter is being written by a 20-something adult. 19 Sep 2010 was my 20th birthday. Yeah now matter how much you hate it, I’m still ONLY 20.

I never have a thing for birthdays. I mean, what’s it so interesting about a day that a new victim of life is born, together with thousands of other new victims, just as any other day? I don’t celebrate my birthdays for many painful reasons that need not to be recalled. Oops, I’m digressing again. Anyway, listen, Allen, when I said that it was the best birthday I’ve ever had, you’d better shut up and acknowledge my gratitude

So my birthday started on Sat, 18/09 when I went out for lunch with Guru– a really nice guy that ol’ good Preetam introduced me to – at Oberoi mall. I wanted to shop for a dress. I was freaking broke at that time, but I wanted to give myself a gift for my birthday. I wanted to look beautiful at least on that day. [OK I lied, I do have something for birthday, I just don’t want to celebrate it]. I swear I wasn’t hinting or anything, but Guru probably felt bad when I mentioned it, he decided to buy me a book. I was so clueless that I even followed him to the bookstore. When he handed me the book: “Maximum city: Bombay lost & found” wrapped, I was really touched. I never expect to receive anything from anyone. It’s an amazing book and I really enjoy it. It’s probably just one random chivalrous act of Shetty’s, but it means a lot to me.

Unable to find a dress that fits me, I came home and had my messy hair done instead. It was the first time I’ve been to this salon and I swear never to come back again. They can’t do anything other than cutting and straightening at a suicidal price. They don’t speak a single English word, and they took my orders by uneducated guesses. The girl who straightened my hair was probably a novice. She made me scream in pain every 2 minutes. She then looked at me through the mirror and giggled with the hair stylist! I felt like murdering them. When they finished with my head burnt hot like hell, somehow I still thanked them and even gave tip!

My flatmates (Ashwin, Allen & Titus) had got us on Blue Frog’s guest list. There I met Nitesh – one of my first friends in Mumbai who had totally abandoned me b/c of his busy schedule. Nitesh was the photographer for Blue Frog that night. He must have been shocked to see that I was still alive that the first question he asked was: “What are you doing here?” Interesting question, what am I doing at a club? Not for clubbing of course. “I’m just wandering here to see if any drunk manager gets interested in me and gives me a job, on my birthday.” He ignored the mocking part. “Wow, your birthday? Sorry I forgot. Happy birthday!”

Blue Frog was damn packed. Thanks God I haven’t never been a dancer so I didn’t mind having no space to dance. I just stood there and stared at people, like an experienced Indian. Allen introduced me to his friends: Luke and 2 beautiful young ladies called Janet and Devaki. When Allen told me that Luke is an actor, I didn’t really pay much attention. There are too many actors in Bombay! They made quite a scene at Blue Frog when all of them sang Happy birthday to me. Some strangers around started joining them. Even though I was really really embarrassed, I felt like I’m on the top of the world.

When my flatmates figured that I’d got enough boredom at Blue Frog (which I didn’t), they took me out for late dinner/supper at Sarovar. There they started texting with chicks, all of them T_T

I got really jealous! Thanks God Julia – my ex-roomie and my girlfriend here – came to rescue.

The next day, Sunday, we went out for andaa paav in the rain. I bought myself a proper cake and had Swapnil – a very close friend of mine here – come over. So I had all my close friends (in Mumbai) around, I had good food, I had people sing Happy birthday to me and I had a cake It was the best birthday I’ve ever had.

Something interesting happened later. I met Nitesh the other day and he asked: “How did you know Luke?”. I was like: “Huh? Who is Luke?” It took my senile memory awhile to recall. Nitesh had to educate me everything all over again. It turned out that he is quite famous here, I just don’t know him. Aww, I had Luke Kenny sing Happy birthday to me, how awesome is that?

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Tags: Birthday, Chip, Flatmates, Friends, India, Luke Kenny, Mumbai, Travel and Write