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At a time when the world is reeling under the impact of the recession and cost-cutting, a friend of mine came up with the idea of throwing a lavish outdoor party. I freaked... I protested and dissuaded him from such extravagant frills.

Instead, I suggested a simple and cheap alternative – a house party. After much convincing, chalking out an itinerary and showing off my budgeting skills, I was able to persuade him to organise a homely get-together at his place – you know, the kind when we, men, bond over a cuppa and carroms.

Conversations flowed smooth on D-Day. We were in our official party wear, techni-colour Bermuda shorts and lazed on the comfy cots discussing everything from the global meltdown to Brenda at office. We also ended up watching some old time DVD's of Mithun, Mammootty and Rajnikant – all popular Indian stars – back to back.

Now I have been told that I soak up mannerisms like a sponge. Basically imitating traits of other people. All these stars exhibit some peculiar mannerisms to boost the appeal - be it the neck bobbing Dev Anand or the goggle flipping Rajnikant.

And so here I was stretching out my arms and in slow motion forming a fist each time I reached out for my cup of tea. I'm not sure when this peculiar persona will wear off, perhaps until my next DVD rental. Meanwhile I had to put out the fire on the ceiling after my failed Rajnikant-style attempt to flick a lit matchstick in the air.

Now on second thoughts, an outdoor party could have been a better bet. Do I see someone fuming and darting towards me? Where's the nearest fire exit? Help!!