It's Party Time

Have you ever been to a party that you were not invited to? I have been. In fact, I am still there, (not quite) enjoying the music. After all, what is there not to like right? The party is happening in a house nearby, which, I might add, is not even in our apartment complex.

Oh, I quite enjoy the music. I do. I really really do. After all, the host does seem to have a good taste in music, Floyd, Beatles (at times) and Aerosmith. It's a welcome change from three-year-old played-within-an-inch-of-its-shelf-life Bollywood tracks at the usual regular DJ dos. Blaring through really crappy amplifiers....

But not at 2 am. When I am trying to concentrate on a book, which given a chance will be quite the death for me. Oh here it is again. ....Chandigarh kare aashiqui.... Really? Chandigarh? At 2 am? I ought to pelt stones at that house. The window is miraculously open in this bitter cold wind.

But there are two problems staring me in the face:
1. I don't seem to have a stone — not even a small pebble — at my disposal at this time.
2. I just remembered why I was not on the cricket team: My throw is pathetic.
and well...
3. I will have to get out of my cozy little quilt and do all the work...

Seriously. Can a woman not have a little peace and quiet? Even at 2 am? At 2.30 am if I am inclined to be a bit finicky about it..

Now there is the laughter of ... one, two, no ... five men (could be boys, but as I am in attendance, although not in person, I think I could be pardoned if I don't know my host and his friends).

There... they have changed tracks again.... Teri Deewani.... I am almost longing for English tracks again. Almost, but not quite.

Now there is a impromptu karaoke happening. Disgustingly off-key. I should know. I am just as bad: (But only when I have actually inflicted my singing voice on polite company, which I might assure everyone, I DO NOT. At least not usually.)



Sigh. And, sigh again. There goes those awful drums.

Okay! That's it. I am going to throw that stone. I wish I could throw a brick with a letter wrapped, but stone will have to do... It really will have to do!

.....

It seems like I didn't have to bother after all:
There is blissful peace. I can only hope that the house caught fire. Or at the very least, one of the neighbours were irate enough to commit homicide. Multiple homicide.

You see, I don't want a repeat invitation to the party tomorrow night.