When the girls of the I.P. Hostel were told that they were allowed by the Warden to accept the invitation of one of the I.I.T D's boys' hostel (the chandramukhi-something house, I'm sure I've got the name wrong here) for a social night, their craziness knew no bounds. The news led to howling, whistling, screaming and dirty dancing and stuff which I shouldn't be writing here. Such behavior coming from girls confined to a dreary 'no man' college and a strict hostel, was acceptable. It's natural for a dog to go crazy at the whiff of some chicken when all it's been having for months are dry rotis, isn't it? I'm not equating the respective positions of a dog living on rotis and girls, the gist of it is the same, just that.

So yeah, the registrations of those who wanted to attend started, but before registering themselves, the girls ran off to the most chic malls of Delhi to buy the shortest and attractive dresses. A fever almost gripped the entire hostel. Girls could be seen wearing scary yellow/green facial masks to kill the pimples and blemishes and coax the glow out of their cheeks.

The evening of the social night was crazy, hilarious. Half naked girls were running in the corridors borrowing stuff from every room - straighteners, curlers, jewelery and everything which makes us happy, everything was being tossed about. and when finally when we were ready, the 80 plus girls who registered took an hour and a half clicking pictures in every pose every actor/actress would have made till date. The whole atmosphere was annoyingly pretty.

We all do love dressing up, we all wish we could take it up as a profession and we just can't live without knowing there is a pretty side to that ugly obnoxious and lazy lass who otherwise stays with a pile of rags in her room ...