Happy Birthday to me!!!

Let’s begin from where it started. I was crossing the busiest of the roads in Mumbai two days before I loose my ‘teenager’ title. My phone rings…my favourite (and only) Aunt called to ask me if I have left for the station to catch a train to go to Hyderabad. I make an obnoxious face. Its only 7!!!! My train leaves at 10. She yelled back, it felt as if she was standing across though she was a 700 kilometres away. She asks have you packed?? A spat a lie. Shit!! I have a train to catch in 3 hours, I have to pack and travel half way across this city. This time I made another obnoxious face.
I sprinted to the 3rd floor of my building in 16 secs and started to pack. I finished packing in 20 minutes (phew!! if you were a girl you would know) my phone rang 30 times in those 20 minutes…Mom, Dad, Aunt, Uncle, Cousin Brother, Roommate, Best friend, not so close friends….all the people who would never call me when I am bored staring at my ceiling they remembered to ask me about the paper, the weather my birthday plans…traffic!! Yes traffic!
I packed my bags and was ready to go it’s almost 8 now, to reach the VT in this time I had to either run or hire a jet, which I could possibly not do, so I quietly left. The proportion of my cell ringing and the battery dying was inverse. We almost travelled towards VT, suddenly my aunt calls to tell me to catch another train with my cousin as my ticket for the VT train was not confirmed, so I now had to go to Dadar. To change the path was not very difficult, so we did we were anyway near Dadar, now its 8.30 then my dammed phone rings again “go to VT the ticket has been confirmed”….shit!! I can’t do the shuffle, the traffic was just not moving at all, and I got of the cab and almost ran to the station to catch my cousins train which left at 9. It was this train or the local to go back to Bandra. I met my cousin on the platform; this damn phone will not even stop ringing now. We were supposed to share a berth as my ticket was not confirmed I was on the waiting list.
After raging arguments with the taxi driver, fights with the people from the other side of the phone, the battery fighting to live I finally got into the train with my cousin. The ticket for that train was not a confirmed one, it was on waiting list. Now my only fear was, when the TC comes to check my unconfirmed ticket, he will throw me out. I had visions of being thrown out of a moving train!
We had boarded the train at 9.30(P.M), so we expected to see the TC by 11, but he did not turn up. Phew! Both of us had not eaten at all, so when the railway food man cam ewe both made a face and ordered for a ‘Veg. Biryani’ something is better than nothing. We ate 3 bites of the Biryani and discarded it. We were asleep by midnight. I woke up the wailing of a kid and checked my watch. 7! Damn only7. I had 8 looong hours to kill. Thanks to the invention of the laptop, we saw 2 movies and I read every word on every page of Vogue, I admired Aishwarya’s pictures a million times.
Then at last we landed Secunderabad station. And within an hour I was home, at my Aunts place.
She told me that I had exactly 20 minutes to feed my face and have a bath, coz we had to leave for a party in half an hour!! Ya right! So, I travel for 12 hours, come home, wear my best clothes and leave for a party?? Yes. I had to. So I did.
We reached the place we were invited to. It was a farm house nearly 3 hours out of the city. The funniest part was the name...”Button eyes” huh? What the hell does that mean? Either way, what was funnier was the name of the swimming pool…”that’s it!” yah that’s the name….
We ate approximately 2 chicken birds (if we count the number of kebabs, Taangs, Tandoori’s we ate) and ate some more. At 12, all of them gathered and suddenly started singing Happy birthday to you…… people I did not eve know! It was great fun. Then out of no where, emerged a cake! Which I cut. Soon after that my phone rang constantly and rang till the time I got home.
What a way to celebrate my 20th birthday!! I had loads of fun. Happy birthday to me…