A birthday party at IIM Ahmedabad

All of us who have studied science in class 10 know that water flows out through an aperture at the side of the container with a much greater force if the size of the aperture is small.
Why am i saying all this ?
The life at IIM Ahmedabad is extremely tough and all of us are perenially under a great deal of stress. So whenever a small opportunity to enjoy ourselves presents itself before us, we enjoy with an intensity comparable to madness. Anybody watching a birthday celebration here would feel as if he has arrived at a lunatic asylum.
I was at the receiving end of the sweet and the barbaric birthday rituals this morning. My dorm mates were exceptionally enthusiastic about celebrating the first birthday of the season, although they were being a month too late.
The process started with the dorm birthday manager booking the 0030 slot and posting the birthday invite in DBABBLE, the institute's online notice board. This is done by the evening so that everybody gets to know.
Now lets fast forward to the time of action. There are some common customs and some dorm specific ones ... and D10 has some cruel ones.
There were a lot of people. It all started with the customary bumps ... but soon the crowd moved onto some more innovative things. Bumps dene ke baad they picked me up the other way ... i was facing down ... and started beating with chappals. Trust me ... those innocuous footwears really hurt. :((
Then my friendly dorm mates decided to make a plane out of me. I am lifted up by 4 people and they run at full speed carrying me ... and stop inches away from the brick walls. Had Puneet braked even a millisecond later, my head would have smashed against the wall. This is done a number of times ... a couple of rounds of the entire floor. In between all these, the beatings continue.
One thing i have to acknowledge is the tenacity of these people. How could they carry ME for so long ? I have never been in the air for so long except in a real plane. :P
But wait ... its not over yet.
By this time somebody has lighted the solitary candle on the cake ... i guess it was a vanilla flavoured one. They carry me to about 3 feet from the candle ... and expect me to blow it out, with one of my dorm mates protecting the flame. Obviously i am unsuccessful. So they carry me a few inches closer. After a number of attempts, finally i succeed ... and i finally LAND.
Now its time to cut the cake. This tradition is common to all the dorms of IIMA. The birthday boy or girl can call any member of the opposite sex as the Guest of Honour. I had invited Medha. So after i had cut two reasonably big pieces, she took them, one in each hand, and smeared them all over my face and hair. Moreover, she is instructed to wipe her hands clean on my shirt. This i guess is the best part of the night. ;)
Now its time for the public to leave (after they have eaten the cake of course). I wash my face and hair and change. Now we are ready for the private dorm ceremony. I cut a second cake, which Creaky, the dorm rep, smears on my cheek. Now we can actually eat and drink something. After this the small party starts with people singing and dancing.
Its quite late now ... and its time to wind up the party. The last item on the agenda is what is known in IIMA parlance as Top 5. But i am not describing it ... let some things stay within the campus. :P

P.S: Its been 18 hours ... but my whole body is still aching. :(((