It was a rather odd sight for me to watch someone vomit his guts out, as a friend of his patiently waited on him, while the rest of the party carried on. It totally felt like I was back in college. Representation pic/Thinkstock

Puking, by and large, is a good thing. It cleans out the toxins -read that as phenomenal amounts of booze - in your system, from an evening of excess, so you feel perfectly fine as you wake up in the morning (or afternoon). It's a common drill among young, collegiate drinkers: almost a ritual, before you call it a night. No one I know somehow indulges in it by late adulthood, unless it's an odd featherweight (strictly occasional drinker), invariably at New Year's Eve, Holi, or the annual 'paisa vasool' office party involving unlimited supply of alcohol.