A Teetotaler's take on "Daroo parties"

A strange topic for the 2nd post, must hv bn ur initial reaction, isn't it?? Well I agree....but its a tribute on my behalf to all my frnds(read drunkards...:P) bfr passing out.

5,10,15 or 20...I have actually lost the count of the number of so called "daroo parties" tht I hav attended in the last 2 years spent at college. Its been an integral way of celebrating almost anything out here...be it job treats, b-day parties, the end of xams, the beginning of holidays, the return back to hostels after vacation, tie- up wid a new girlfrnd, break up wid an older one(ppl used to manage wid a treat on the same day for both the reasons just mentioned...:P ), boredom(the most common one) and many times widout any reason at all.

Now dun get carried away by the fact that being a teetotaler i won't be able to give u a first hand account of these trts. Believe me no one is in a better position than me to describe these affairs having witnessed each one of them in complete awareness (on many occasions i had been the only man standing at the end). Though I have had to go through the routine of "why don't u join us", "one peg wont matter", "u dunno wat u r missing", countless no of times, still my sanity prevailed and i remained stuck wid my decision of being a non drinker. Coz i think i get to enjoy a lot even widout drinking and doing so just for the sake of it doesn't make sense to me...:)

Well every daroo party began wid a hot discussion (remember fish market GD??) on which category of drink to go for n the brand of choice. The ones wid a supreme command on the subject (a special mention of Podu, Puran, Om) finally took the call on the so called beverage menu. Then came the scramble for money as usually all the students seem to have a pocket tailor made to remain penniless. After sorting out the financial crisis the next step would be to organize the import of the "stuff" into the hostels wid utmost care. While the ones staying at hostel would work on building the ambiance (covering the tubelights wid brown papers, laying newspapers on the floor, setting up the speakers n laptop, arranging the cold-drinks and chakna).

Then came the moment when the things finally set to roll. One amongst us tuk the responsibility of a DJ(a really thnkless job i tell u...u get to hear a lot of abuses if the public dosen't share ur taste of music...especially aftr 90% of them r out of their senses...:D). Gradually pegs aftr pegs get consumed in a jiffy (i contented myself wid neat packs of soft drinks...my fav bein coke on the rocks...:P). People strt loosening themselves n the real fun begins.

From the observations I have made during these 2 years, there are usually 4 preferred ways in which the junta usually goes bout while consuming alcohol...
1)slow drinkers keeping to themselves n njoyin the moment
2)tankis - ones taking pegs after pegs n remaining completely unaffected
3)the ones who drink less but blabber more than necessary portraying to be out wen they r far from being so (statutory warning: these r the most dangerous breed of drinkers, better try avoiding them...:P)
4)overenthusiastic ones who r more interested to get others drunk n in the mean while forget their own purpose fr being present at that place

Believe it or not, at such parties no one seems to have two left feet as far as dance is concerned. Everyone moves his body in rhythmic contortions along-with the tunes played courtesy Mr. DJ. Steps wilder than the snake dance and the baraati dance get invented in matters of seconds and would put any leading choreographer to shame in terms of the sheer imagination used in it(Vibhor,chaap,podu,beta,om bhaiya deserve a mention in this category). And the dance goes all night long (cant remember a daroo party ending before 4 in the morning). The worst part is wen people get emotional and start crying or wen u get stuck wid a single person. U wil get to knw his life history within those couple of hours and will be tormented so badly that u wished u had a time machine so that u could go back or furthr a couple of hours.

Finally comes a gruesome and arduous task, of which I have to be a part on most occasions. And this is to take care of the one's wasted n drunk (read out). They lie scattered like gunny bags and one needs to pick them up and see to it that they get safely deposited on a bed. The ones who need to puke have to hung from the balconies till they cant puke anymore. And then the mess has to be disposed off with.

But then all this is what makes these treats so special. N these were one of the critical reasons for the strong bonding the electrical engg guys shared. College life wouldn't have been this fun widout these. My stint wid engineering wouldn't have been complete if I hadn't attended these daroo parties. I am surely gonna miss them n wish I attend some more in the future(but being a teetotaler....:P).