When it all happened...

Spicy barbeque chicken pizza = trip to heaven

It's 12 in the noon by the time I try to get over the past hours of my life. The entire classroom episode and wondering if I should write a blog on 'Ways to fail in History Test, despite working your ass on it.'

I'm in my pyjamas in my hostel room, watching Koffee with Karan Season 3, and figuring out ways to dotch those tricky and overly disguised questions if I were in that show, on that very couch having a conversation with Karan Johar, one of the renowned film maker, director, producer, anchor and judge over here in India.

I haven't yet checked my messages, accounts of social media and haven't attended any calls since midnight. Well, ofcourse apart from my mom's who holds the record of wishing me at 12 in the midnight every year, since this is my third consecutive birthday that I'm away from my home and family.

My mom called up to wish me and then I had a facetime chat with my ample punjabi family which includes my dad, 2 siblings, my dad's brother, his wife, their 2 children (my cousins) and I did not even realise how the time slipped by and it was 2 am when I shut my laptop with sore eyes and took my pills and switched off myself to a long and not-so-soothing sleep

Long, because the pills really work well for me to deal with anxiety and insomnia.

Not-so-soothing because the nightmare got me.

My phone usually does not buzz too much, only on my birthday and the day of my result when my entire punjabi family gets excited about, me, the very average student with very average grades, disappoint my parents, yet another time.

If only I should agree that they are right in some ways.

Well I grab my phone, to order a pizza (the love of my life).

Yes, let's get started with my birthday.

Sara, my roommate, would love if I give her a treat of pizza on this very special but not-really-so-special occasion.

She is one of the greatest things to happen to me in Mumbai in these 3 years.

She is an Afghani, born and brought up in Delhi, India. Despite of the cultural differences we have, we share a really healthy and great bond with each other.

So I call up to the local pizza parlour and order for 2 spicy barbeque chicken pizzas (as a typical punjabi would do)

Finally I check my phone, and go through the messages I received from my near but not-so-dear ones and reply them with polite thankyous.

I go through my phone calls, and check whether Sid (my boyfriend?) has tried to check on me or not.

No missed calls or messages from him so far.

I feel relieved, that my over-possessive boyfriend has finally decided to leave me on my own on my birthday. I feel uncomfortable, at the thought of his college girls hovering over him in the college campus and sniffing him as if he is the most precious and delicious bone in the world.

With those looks and that smile, yes that's possible. He can charm girls off by just smiling at them and he can also get arrested for winking at a girl and killing her on spot.

Yep. That's him. The devilishly charming, vaguely attractive, and innocently lovable Siddharth Oberoi.(he also is the son of one of the big shots of the city, Vijay Oberoi, the owner of Oberoi Automobiles)

While I'm wondering about Sid and my so-called relationship with him, (a trip down the memory lane of two years) the doorbell rings and I jump off the bed out of joy hoping that it's the pizza delivery boy, but when I open the door of our room, I see the warden glaring at me which denotes that I'm in trouble, again

Uh-oh.

"Did you order a pizza?"

"Uh.. Yes I did. May I know what's the issue?"

"Did you order a non-veg pizza?"

Oops.

"I'm extremely sorry. I don't know how did that slip off my mind. I assure you this is the last time. I will surely keep in mind that anything that has to do with meat, is not allowed in this hostel."

"You better do Ms. Malhotra. This is Lemark Hostel Of Girls and not some local lodge or guest house where you can do things according to your own whims and fancies. Take your parcel and make sure you don't repeat what you've done today. Since it's your first month, we let go of this silly mistake of yours."

I nod in silence and take over my parcel from the pizza delivery boy who's clearly petrified of the lady who was just so polite about me ordering a non-veg pizza and violating the legal rights of the Institution.

I shut the door and like a 2-year-old excited baby girl, open the packaging of the pizza and start hogging already.

Should have I waited for Sara to come?

Never mind.