Happy Birthday, Gunia!

This is the tale of an era when classics were being penned down. Let's take you back in time to when a Gang of Wehlepur was killing the moment with nonsense that you wish never happened in a particular club.

Mohini - Bro!!! What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you look so blue?

It was this moment that Ritchelle chose to pop up and grace the rest with her benign presence.

Ritchelle - Mo!!! I think it's the effect of the lights. Everything looks blue to meee... (Saying this she went bouncing back to the dance floor as the group lost sight of her among the crowd)

Mohini - I think it's best to just ignore her. She's high right now. *looks exasperated*

Shikha - On marijuana or cheap weed? (Shikha sprang up half surprised as Mohini resisted the urge to throw a punch!)

Mohini - Ritch is high on the excitement Shikha, of being in a club. If there's one thing you need to know about her, it'sRitch's love for party, booze and dance.

*cough cough*

Mohini - Yes, yes! I am sorry we digressed from the point here and I was getting back to you, you dramaqueen!

Pooja pouted and Mohini rolled her eyes.

Mohini - For the last time, what on earth do you want?

Pooja - I WANNA PARTAYYY! (She all but screamed in Mohini's ears)

Shikha - And what do you think we're here for? Some jagraata?

Mohini - Say what now?

Shikha - Jagraata Mo, Jagraata. It's like a prayer but at the night time.

Mohini - Why does a prayer need a special name if it's done at night? I mean there's no special name if we say the prayer in the morning.

Shikha - This is a special prayer for which people stay up all night.

Mohini - Why would you do that? Prayers don't take longer than an hour or so. If you really wanna stay awake, shouldn't it be for a party?

Shikha - Forget it, just forget it.

Mohini - No! I wanna understand the logic...

Pooja - CAN YOU TWO FOCUS HERE? (She pointed towards herself)

This is when Mohini saw Komal moving away from where they sat and she hurriedly tugged her arm, forcing her to join them.

Komal - There goes my plan to escape the drama, thanks Mo. (She passed Mo the dirtiest looks possible)

Pooja - What does it take to be heard here? (She huffed and when she noticed everyone had their ears up for her, except for Komal, of course, who looked obviously disinterested, playing around with the brim of the flute glass in her hand, she continued)

Pooja - I want a proper birthday party, like a real party. This ain't no party to me.

Komal - Excuse me! There's music, there's booze and food too. Oh and there's dancing. Heck! There's even trash dancing. What else does a party have?

Pooja - But I wanted...

Ritchelle - Look Pooh, I know you wanted to have that birthday bash with lots of kids and a birthday cake and food and soft-drinks and streamers and balloons and party poppers, at Mc Donalds. But let's face it; had a little birdie not spilt this plan to our dear birthday girl Gun, for sure we could've had the celebrations in your style. We know you'd worked hard to arrange all of it, but alas!

Ritchelle's smug grin went unnoticed as she low-fived with Komal and Mohini pressed her lips to suppress the laughter that threatened to appear.

Pooja - I know right! We all had worked so hard to put everything together. I just feel so sad that the surprise party was called off because Gun got to know about the party. Ritch, the streamers that you'd bought, I'm sure we can use them for some other celebration. And Mo, don't give away those birthday caps. I love the cartoon characters on them. Also Komal, please keep those balloons safely. We have so many birthdays yet to come.

Mohini shifted to whisper in Ritchelle's ear - Yeah! I am so glad we're discussing about the safety of those non-existent stuff she'd asked us to buy. (Ritchelle shushed her as Pooja continued with her speech)

Pooja - Shikha, you must really talk to the McD people about their refund policy.

Komal - I sometimes wonder why there is so much blood in my alcohol system.

She looked up to see the rest staring at her dumb.

Komal - What??? I didn't realise I'd spoken out loud.

Pooja - Komal, did you even listen to what I was saying? (She whined)

Komal - Of course because this is how much I care...

Mohini realised she needed to intervene if they wanted to avoid a commotion.

Mohini - Where are the rest of the people? Pooh, Komal, you invited everyone right?

Ritchelle - Gur, Hershi and Jen are abducting Gun from the hospital. Saraa is putting the kids to sleep before she sneaks out. Fatty is well...being Fatty. Radz, Kalpana, Aditi, Aish and Amanda are on their way here. Jot and Marsh are coordinating with the music guy.

As she finished, "Oonchi Hai Building" blared on the speakers and Jot and Marsh grinned wickedly from the DJ's stand. The girls hurriedly covered their ears as Ritchelle screamed at the top of her voice before she rushed to drunk-dance on the floor, all the while pushing the people around despite the glares she'd received all night.

Shikha - I hope the girls don't drink while driving (she continued when everyone looked at her questioningly) I don't want them to spill their beer. (She burst out laughing)

Pooja and Komal got up awkwardly and rushed in random directions. Shikha abruptly stopped laughing as Mohini patted her gently, giving her an understanding look as they all waited for Gun to come and have a time of her life on her birthday.

Unfortunately though, for the rest of the party, by the time the guest of honor had arrived, (Gunia, for the uninitiated), Ritch and Komal were drunk out of their mind. The rest though, were dancing to various songs by Yo Yo Honey Singh and Mickey Singh, while Gun looked around appreciatively.

Gunia - Okay, I like this party a lot more than the weird one that was to be thrown at McDonalds. Whose weird idea was that anyway?

Mohini looks around in fear as she whispers the entire story into Gun's ear, well, as much as she could over the deafening din of "Blue Eyes"

Shaking her head in exasperation, Gunia headed over to the bar where she was joined by the rest of the crew, who all downed a shot in honor of her birthday. Quite appropriately, the song changed to the popular and infamous "Happy Budday", and the entire team headed over to the dance floor to dance.

Except for Ritch, of course. She was sitting half asleep on one of the couches, hoping that she didn't die of alcohol poisioning the next day, and banking on the presence of the doctors and pharmacists in the party to ensure she survives the night.