CAKES, not my cup of tea!

I woke up next to my friend after having a sleepless sleepover, overdosed with pizzas, coke, chocolate brownies and not to forget the chains for movies we saw. ‘Freaky Friday’ being one of them starring Lindsey Lohan. It was a hilarious movie steeped in laughter and fights between a mother and daughter. I couldn't help but laugh like a Hyena throughout the night. I started reminiscing the days I spent in the boarding with my roommate Zeniya watching movies hardly few days before our so called Board exams. Taking about my second roommate, she was a cartoon- Rasika. She could watch a movie hundred times, LITERALLY. While, I was submerged in my thoughts of the fantastic friends I made in the horrible hostel I didn't pay attention to the constant snoring of my friend who has caught a cold.

“You aren't sleeping, are you?”

“I got up at 8 man, I guess I will. It’s late anyway”

BUT how could I sleep at 4 when I got up the previous morning, or rather afternoon at 2! Within no time she was fast asleep and I switched to watching a Justin Bieber Documentary. Yeah! I am an EMIENEM girl but I don’t have to detest the rest, right?

It was a 7 on 10 I would say. Everyone wants to be famous .While watching the documentary so many times that thought flitted across my mind. “I so wanna be that” but well, *Aah*

As soon as it got over I too was very drowsy and managed to get a comfortable sleep in the cozy, warm blanket and soft pillows that were over flowing in the bed making me VERY comfortable. Grass truly is greener, softer, and warmer on the other side. Makes sense?

Unfortunately, morning had arrived and my dad had called me to come back home since he was leaving for office. I am in no mood for an argument in the morning, so I did exactly as I was instructed. I came back home, ate, snap chatted with my friends and did all those time-wasting things one could possibly  do when you have 4 months holiday in hand. *yeah*

The door bell rang, Oscar ran barking at the door and it was Mom. We exchanged smiles as she told me about the dinner we were going for at Taj Hotel with my family friends. I love dressing up and be it a dinner with family friends I AM STILL IN. My mom often gets headaches so I offered  to press her head and in no time she too was asleep like my friend that night, besides the snoring. Once again the door bell rang, and again my little pug barked like it was the end of the world. I was wearing my father’s long T-shirt which was tucked in from one angle in my tiny shorts. I had only kept it that way so that people don’t think that I am roaming around without any bottoms. I looked like a drugged child or maybe just a sleepy one.

But whom I saw on the door was the person who wouldn't judge me whatsoever I wore. It was my friend from the sleepover with a huge cake container “Is your oven working?”She asked. I smiled and opened the door. My diet plan NEVER works and I have accepted as true that it never will. As her container was so big, we decided to split the batter and make two cakes. We put the first half in the oven and waited patiently.

“Hey! Why don’t we start a cake business” I exclaimed

“Nice idea man. We could earn profits and all, it would be so cool”

“Yeah, we’ll put up posters and advertise on Facebook”

“And become famous!”

Our imagination had taken over us making us believe we could actually open a bakery. Chocolate had taken away our sanity but the tick of the oven brought our minds back to the kitchen. What we then saw broke our dreams like a glass fallen from the sky. With a cake like that even dogs would refuse to take it (Oscar is an exception, he can practically eat anything, ANYTHING)

“It’s our first try, the second one will definitely be better” ....was a lie told by her. The second one was a nightmare! It had not been more than a minute we left the kitchen alone and when we entered the cake inside the oven was on fire. MY KITCHEN WAS ON FIRE!

She was about to scream but I said, “Shh..Mom is sleeping, if she sees THIS she will kill us, for real”

My innocent friend went running to her house to call her maid while I threw water on that yuck substance. Of course, the fire didn't burn the whole house killing all of us leading to a tragedy but it did certainly dirtied the guts out of my kitchen and leave chocolate foot prints of Oscar all around the house.

One thing was clear; we cannot bake even at a gun point.

*relief*