MY HANGOVER

MY HANGOVER


Though I don’t drink anymore, yet during engineering days was an occasional drinker. Well it so happened one fine morning after a heavy bout with drinks I woke up at around 11 A.M. in morning and saw myself lying in one of my friends room, with clothes I was wearing ( yeah on :P )all dirty in a complete mess.

My head was spinning round n round and couldn’t remember anything except the last thing I had gulped down 3 beers, right after one bottle of RUM old Monk quarter neat,,, and whoshhhhh that was it!!!! I was struggling very hard to think. I was holding my head and sitting in front of the cooler, all silent and the smell of the air coming out from it. 2 of my friends were sleeping besides me, and the third one, the culprit, my crime partner shouting from the kitchen that he is coming.

As he entered with 4 cups of tea on a tray the other 2 rose from their dead, looked at me and started laughing, and laughed like hell pointing fingers at me and laughing incessantly …. I didn’t had any clue what was the reason ………please stop, I said. I asked them “tell me what happened it was 9 in the night till the time I was in my senses ….please tell something “ and there they were kaminey rolling on the floor, I tried recalling …how did I reached this room ?,,,what happened? The only answer I got from my “friends” was not to go out for a week or so, as people were on a hunt for me. After like an eternity one of them started speaking:

So Manu, u really know, how awesome you were yesterday night?? Obviously not u fool!!!And so he started:

After 9 P.M. I demanded one more quarter Rum as I felt was not getting real high by Beer. The funniest part, I was speaking in English, even the slangs in English!! at a place like that …with the waiter bearing the brunt of having no idea that I was remembering his family ….and that too with an accent …….completely clueless . Everyone was staring at me with the most surprised gaze( in Gwalior its not common that someone is speaking to waiter in English, whatever it is ) ……and my friends saying “ abbey baith jaa kyon nautanki kar raha hai “ but OH BOY! Did they knew about it and here I was telling them nahi be “What the hell they think am I drunk or what?? Oye Waiter what the hell are you looking at me like a dumbass, haven’t u seen me before, ( yes it was true we frequented out AHATA, yet I was amongst the most quite ones and friend of the owner ) bring me a quarter ASAP else u know shoving my fist at his face …….you sonofab****…and some @##$(@*$@*##)_(% and lots of beep beep. It also happened I must have been hungry and took something from someone’s table. The guy obviously objected and...All hell broke loose. I forcibly pushed him back to his chair( u keep on forgetting I was the king and what I liked was mine) ……nyhow I dunno how my friends and his friends got over the situation …...but the tragedy was averted( for a moment).



The Payment : Yes obviously I wanted to pay the bill of some 500 bucks with 200 Rs cash + Debit card.….and imagine a place frequented by drunkards the card system …and with my situation…all things messy , but temme frankly would you let your friends pay when you are the king ? Noooo, not at all and here my dear waiter fixed and transposed looking at me point blank to what I was saying in an alien language:P :P……luckily one of my friend told him to take it and stealthily went to the counter paid rest in cash and brought the card back….( It was as told by him, and intelligent they were he took my mobile and my wallet with him coz they knew the situation had gone way out of hand )



AUTO – though we had our famous misguided missile (name of our YAMAHA 100 cc, to be specific owned by one of our friends but used by everyone) with us, it seemed suitable to two of them to take an auto to our safe house …. I as usual was taking initiative on everything and for a moment while they were talking to some other Auto driver I was keen on haggling on prices with someone else. It now so happened what they didn’t knew how did the fight started but next thing they saw the driver was on the ground,,I might have punched or forced him down but it just not ended here, I was trying to overturn that auto …tryin with all my might and people stopping but that day Hercules must have entered in me , and in around 10 seconds the AUTO was turned on its side with people looking and enjoying. The scene would have gone ugly if my friends would not have taken me away from the place.



Around 10.30 second auto – we decided to walk through a shortcut and avoid main road go to a friend’s room, but it so happened while passing another dreadful ( I mean dreadful Auto for my friends ) was parked in the night with no driver…It was like a big moan from their mouth and my eyes sparkling…probably the driver must also be getting high, and because of my earlier success it was with such sudden happiness and joy I ran towards it that my friends couldn’t even stopped me ,a dn here I was trying to heave it onto its side and in almost seconds it was all toppled over and Ohh boy we laughed at the insanity of our actions and sat on the road and laughed with all our might …just then with the advent of two headlights, we had to take cover , the driver braked for a while watching the auto’s condition but decided to leave it that way and went and here we were back to our track ,,me singing Boyzone and Peter Andre and these guys cursing and laughing at me ….but to their dismay they didn’t knew before the turn toward the room there was CCD ( yes CAFÉ COFFEE DAY ) a new gem added to Gwalior ,,,,and me being so English with English liquor and the English all over, with their lights my heart soared and there went down ..:P :P ( I could imagine the possibility of the situation and with their feeble attempts to control my actions me being almost 3 inches taller and almost 20 Kgs more than them   must have been a sight to watch.



So , I came inside and asked for an IRISH coffee , out of three names I knew this one popped in my head dunno why ….and that to a pure accentuated English ,,,can I have a cup of IRISH COFFEE please standing on there counter……



SORRY SIR …11 baje band ho jata hai !!!!

WHAT the F**K u mean to say “ BAND ho jata hai “ ..ur supposed to provide 24 hours service and here u r denying your customer a cup of coffee, what happened to your promise to give us quality service and blah blah blah which even my friends lost the account of …………..:)

The only thing was, it got sorted out when one of the managers came and politely, and I mean in the most polite manner(angreji ) SIR we are very sorry to say we can’t serve it to you we are closed as POLICE has ordered to close the place at 11 in the night . I am sure the word Police might have helped me to move out from the place because the previous encounters I had with them knew were very painful, but while leaving I asked everyone to run as fast as they can and so would I in a minute ….one of them asked very politely .. BUT WHY??you want to run Manu?? ,,its only like half a kilometer now and we can climb the boundary and can go ??? So we won’t worry. ( hahah i must have been laughing my guts out)

THE ANSWER WAS – showing them a big stone and the tempting CCD glasses…how the hell did they denied me coffee…..( and here we were presently all laughing when this part came , even I couldn’t stop at my stupidity ) and I flung the stone at the glass . Though the glass was very heavy duty yet in next two or three days we came to know that it got a big crack, and for some reasons CCD didn’t lodged any official complaint or what but were very sure we were the university students there most favored customers …..



And here we were running but KUDOS to the friendship, they didn’t let me run into a ditch or something though I fell down twice or thrice but yet My spirit and the English Spirit kept me running , till the time we reached the doorsteps of the safe house .



After that it was the usual stuff of me being the big brother of everyone and if anything comes I was there to save them, and yes off course no one dared to talk to their girlfriends on that night but yes those bastards switched on the mobile and let my conversation all decked up with alankars and English verbology , with long inspirational speeches were heard by all in the girls hostel at the other hand …….



And here I was looking at them with surprised eyes , kya be itna hogaya roka bhi nahi ….and they saying saale tu rukk raha tah bulldozer ban gaya tha kal …..:) 

Quite a drink was it  

CYNICAL IMPOTENCE

Whenever we start writing something it’s always subjected to its era, which then accedes with generalizations. After having read many books on wisdom and intellectualism, majority of the time the major struggle is between individuality vs. collectivity. 

But to be very frank this is not a philosophical treatise, but a daily account of humdrum affairs, questioning the role of existence and reasoning to stay in the world. As for contributions it’s a total mayhem and chaos as every individual thinks his contribution as one of the supreme. But what really is that contribution? And what exactly is the meaningful existence?  

In real life whenever we face situations there are two options: either to identify the situation and graft the antidote or to gloom down into a state of Impotence …CYNICAL IMPOTENCE. IMPOTENCE here implies the incapability to do what you are supposed to do and hence provide results…. it also implies state of human mind that lapses into conciliation of affairs, which though going in opposite direction one believes to be going with them.  Thus it finally dawns, that you are sane and cynical enough to know the problems but impotent enough to overlook and thus face it which brings in evasiveness towards the whole scenario. If you talk about intellectualism, it isn’t only judged by the IQs or some random scores but is a complete combination of both cultural and socio facts which you weave around yourself. Problem befalls after constantly overlooking and forgetting the whole situation i.e. THE OSTRICH EFFECT comes into play, subconsciously the facts gets into the heart that nothing is wrong and ultimately you become insignificant in your own life.

It is said a human mind is impotent, reality is unknowable, the knowledge is an illusion and reasoning are superstitious, but can’t it be also an equation of inert depravity by the uncontrolled forces and hence the helplessness of the human mind. Therefore some serious assertions lies in front we start hating virtues (80% have lost track of it) and forgive everything except greatness. Talking about greatness whenever there is a compelling stupendous example of greatness from inner side or outside element, mind tends to backtrack on negativity and hence start finding out reasons and then compares them with the present lot, but then again we tend to forget that these are examples where the cynical impotence was overcome by grit or determination and in majority of the cases by virtue. The percolations of compromises are the biggest curse on human mind which comes with time, acceptance and defeat.Well things are also sometime deceitful, and sometimes an image of boastful self-abasement takes place, which enshrouds fear of not being identified by masses and  at the same time being different from what the “uncommon” should be , the grounds of checklists are to be corrected again!!

Therefore I  request my friends , for the sake of what is best on you do not give up for the worst of them living there pathetic , plethoric and insignificant goalless life . Do not change the values and virtues in you by seeing some spineless cowards who wouldn’t even let you reach this state .Do not lose the knowledge of that one step and significance of your quest for excellence. Do not let the fire in you dwindle by the negativity and impossible-ness of the facts. The hero in you need not to be quelled just because the life what you thought and the life you got has a big difference. Just check the nature and the path of the road, if that world exist you can own it, or else it would be worth an effort. Ultimately overcome your cynical approach or become insane in pursuing what you know is worth.

JUST REMEMBER these words humans are sacrificial animals whose existence is to please others, more people you please in your life more famous you are. Just give a fight for the rationality of your mind, transparency of facts with absolute surety that your morality and your meaning of life and method to find the quest where the greatest than any other joy, any other grandeur, any other happiness in the world.  Just give me an oath that WE SWEAR we wouldn’t live our life for the sake of others and not others live the life for our sake!!!! Overcome this cocoon, your so called cynical acceptance.