the first sip...

well if you are someone who has spent a part of his life in a hostel then you would have probably figured out by now what i am going to write about.if not then this is an insight to what happens in those hostel rooms in some of the best engineering institutes of India..Not long back sometime in the month of september was the day when i would do something which i had avoided in my 1st year of college..if you still havn't guesses it by now then what i am referring to here is drinking..the very act of sipping a costly drink with a few cubes of ice down your throat and then being lost in a world of unknown peace and comfort...let me break the ice by saying that i never felt any of those things..true that i tasted my first sip of whisky that day but i didnt feel anything because a lot of things happened which i explain henceforth....

sometime in the 1st week of september a few of my friends decided to get a bottle of antiquity;one of the best wines available in one of the best packaged bottles..any man at first sight would want to have the entire drink just by the look of the bottle..blue coloured glass, slender neck and cylindrical at the bottom and of course the charm of a royal drink..and above all way too expemsive...so as the night begins at around 10 three of my friends sit to drink..believe it or not they even bought a different set of glasses to enjoy the drink..its very hard for someone to sit in a room with his laptop when he can hear some of his best friends drinking in the next room..so i proceed with the heart and hope that i too shall conquer the drink today..

now i am not that much of a party freak and its certainly weird to see me at a party when people are boozing as if its the last day of their lives and they had to finish their most important tasks..so as obvious as it could get my friends were shell-shocked to see me at their small gathering..the first thing they did was to invite me for a drink..i gladly accepted and i sat down for that big moment of my life..i held that glass in my hand and just as i sipped that golden coloured drink-----i realised that it was the most horrible thing i had ever tasted in my life...i ran down the corridor and spat it out of my mouth...my friends started cursing me as if i had just missed the chance of being immortal...i told them and i am even telling you---the only thing whisky ever tastes and smells like is nail polish remover.that was the worst thing i had ever tasted till date...my friends got the message that they had to enjoy the drink among themselves..however i decided to stay back and give them company....

overall it was a pretty jolly night...a lot of funny things happened apart from my incident..one of my friends spilt out all his past relationships and one abusing all the people he had a grudge against...it wasnt a bad night after all...except the fact that we were gossiping so late in the night that all four of us missed our classes next morning which meant even more trouble...