Of the Prof’s party and Franklin street

Well on thursday, we the international students hosted a party to showcase our cultures to the domestic students of our program. So we had stalls of food from India , Japan, Russia , Brazil and Korea .Not to forget the booz stall (this was without doubt the most frequented one).One of our seniors had predicted that the Indian food will come in late and go out early and that is what happened.Although we were not at fault as the program was advanced by an hour throwing all our preparations into a frenzy and we couldnt make it in time.Baking the samosas and kachoris was no easy task.The party was fun as the domestics danced to the tune of songs like “Masti ki Pathshala” from Rang de basanti and “Fanaa” from yuva. The most outstanding part of the effort was by the Japs from my class.They had made elaborate arrangements and brought in their grills and cooker to show how to make sushi and other stuff . The food provided by them never seemed to end.It really shows the meticulous planning they did.
As is customary , the class then went to Franklin street and returned late into the morning after  plenty of booze.I decided to give this a miss as i was quite tired.The next morning , the booze showed on people’s faces as evryone was yawning or trying to look hard into their notes as the profs were lecturing.
A funny incident happened.One of my accounting classmates pointed out a typo in a problem the class was discussing . The Witty professor immediatly remarked that its amazing that in the previous two sections noone pointed this out , it seems that you were not invited to the party yesterday !
The Prof was throwing a party that day and he told the class that make sure that he comes today and gets invited to all the parties from now on
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The Party at the profs place was another nice experience.He has a huge estate of 20 acres with woods , a pond , a pool , ping-pong table , trampoline , sand volleyball court and zipline as well.Everyone had a nice time doing things and exploring the place . Some one even commented that the aim of his life had changed seeing the prof’s lifestyle.It was so beautiful , away from the mad rush of MBA world.
As usual after the prof’s party there was another one at “He is not Here” at Franklin street.This is a bar in a backyard and the name refers to the bartender’s reply when wives used to call him asking if their husbands were there.So what if the very husband in question was guzzling in another whisky sitting on the bar stool!
It was a nice evening again as there was a live band playing songs and me and nitin went into the basement kinda thing to have a game of darts.We ended up even . I will have to mention that we were absolutely sober . Now in comes Louie all tipsy and turvy , asks for the darts and hits bullseye twice claiming that its the beer! We thought that we had enough of the game in which sober people could not win and went to another bar called alladin.This is alladin coz it has a hukka kept at each table and the amrus really love it!

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