The Drunk Hurtling Gujju Truck

Kunjal Desai (lovingly called motu, for good reason) is a great guy. As the 'loving' nickname suggests, he's quite a giant at 6 feet 2 and about 160 pounds or so. It takes a lot for his tank to get filled up, but when it does, and you get him to dance, things turn a little dangerous. Confused? Check out these two videos from a last day party we held after college got over.
P.S: I wasn't too clean my self so you can hear my drooly drowsy voice in the background! Kunjal is the guy on the left, as you might figure out!

T Recalls her Math aka Whack!

My friend T(previously known as *) has a weird habit. When she's drunk, she smiles a lot(thats not the weird habit), and then she gets into this spanking frenzy. And it doesn't take much. In all likelihood it'd probably take a teaspoon to get her high and then the painful games begin!
We went to this one party once upon a time, sometime during my responsible drunkard phase where I used to conveniently acquire a hypocritical stance on people getting drunk. "I drink to enjoy the drink, I will never get drunk" (A statement I give half a rat's ass about now!). So while I "enjoyed" my one vodka sprite in a corner talking to some of my friends, T did pretty much the same. Except that 1 vodka sprite is a few teaspoons too many for someone with that kinda capacity. All said and done, T is a lot of fun when drunk (most people are, really). So within minutes while I watched from the sidelines, T went on a spanking spree, still vehemently insisting she wasn't drunk. After practically every guy on the terrace had a red ass (only guys known well to her, let me clarify, I respect her integrity), my pal Nag and I decided to lay a booby trap for her. We went up to her:
Us: "T you're drunk"
T(smiling from ear to ear):"No!"
Us: "Alright, prove it! Recite the tables of 13"
T: "Uh...Oh...Um...wait...(starting to dance, hopping from one foot on to another) 13 ones are 13, 13 twos are 26,13 threes are 39...(completes till 91)...SEE!!"
Us: "Yeah awesome!!how about 17?"
T: "Damn you assholes...ok...wait...13 ones are...oh no...17 ones are 17, 17 twos are...wait...carry over one...haan 34, 17 threes are...damn it...uh...51...(painstakingly goes on to complete till 102)"
After she was proudly done,
T: "See!!!I'M NOT DRUNK!"
.......(prolonged silence of 5 seconds)

Us: "Nope, sorry you're drunk! Nobody in their sane mind agrees to recite the tables of 13 and 17 to a crowd!"

*TaB

Attack of the Drunk Geek

For all those who don't know, I'm doing my Masters in Physics right now (yeah go ahead and gimme that reaction I always get). The night that Basu pretty much marched his shame away, I didn't too well for myself either! Now, I'm very sure this story has been blown out of proportion, but since I can't remember most of it, I have to take dear friend PS'(yet again) word for it, who is by the way, a brilliant cook when comes to adding spice.
So, that same night I happened to stay over at PS' place after the party. This is how it has been narrated traditionally:
"Bud(my nickname back in the day, not short for Budweiser mind you; not yet atleast) was lying on the bed. He suddenly started fiddling around, till he found a torch. (My intervention: what kind of a wimpish jackass sleeps with a torch by his pillow! End Intervention.) He picked up the torch kept switching it on and off several times in a periodic pattern. And then suddenly he wakes me(PS) up and says, 'dekh!dekh! Interference fringes on the fan!' at 1 in the night!" A short caricature was made a day later showing me lying in a ditch with a glass of coke rum (till date my favourite drink) screaming "Interference!"
I vehemently deny the story till date.
I am not, was not, will not be, THAT geeky.