All in a Glass

I generally begin my thought process and stories with a general statement but after a careful observation of the last few months of my life, I have come to realize I honestly don’t live a commoner’s life. The ratio of drama in my life to the ratio of drama in a regular person’s life is WAY out of balance.

Weekdays are overall combination of humour, surprises, lessons, bored moments which ultimately boil over to the seventh day saturation point where ultimately one scrapes through six harsh days to reach a Saturday night. Funny thing about Saturday Night is, they somehow turn out to be interesting.

This weekend I decided to take the lead of the entertainment section in my life, as no one seemed to be doing much to keep it from dozing off, and hence I truly did out do a lot of the past weekends, the recent ones at least.

So what began with a simple yes to a harmless, totally transparent and lovely looking glass, ended up in a cacophony of  loud discussions- all believed to be withholding secretes of wisdom somewhere deep within,  the most successful tricks of trade being discovered,  quickly followed by conversations which became utterly in-comprehensive in any given dialect or accent apart from the ones involved in it and ultimately concluding in a walk of trial- a highly determined but failed attempt to do what man took a hundred years to do but did successfully and has been doing following that, on a daily basis almost without noticing, like a reflex. I tried to walk.

The next thing I remember is waking up and rushing to work, realising upon my arrival exactly how hung-over I was. My throbbing head was a constant reminder and the stories people told me were a testimony to the ass kicking Saturday night movement of mine. 

To think it was the best, not knowing the worst awaited. I remember wishing to God how something so big in magnitude should happen that it dissolves or reduces my frantic night into the least of anybody’s worries or passing thoughts.

How certain things you wish for just come true, within a noticeable period of time. So Sunday Night was followed by me going out for a break from drama and intoxication, although my falling head, sleepy eyes and unsure feet were telling me to go some other way, I was still bound to go due to certain obligations. 

My plan was to go,  make the least noise, do the basic required and come back harmlessly. Unfortunately this was not his plan.

The night ended with a bundle of surprises and here are a few words to give you a picture.

#SLOSHED  #PASSEDOUT  #FALL #INJURY  #BLOOD  #HOSPITAL  #COPS  #VIOLENCE  #SLEEPDEPRIVATION.

Sometimes people think of things like, “ what if something happens to me, who will be there to take care and ensure safety and well being ? “ It’s best if such questions remain unanswered for as long a while as possible. The good thing for now is, I’ve realised that by the end of it all, if the entire experience brings a smile to your face, it’s probably worth it. These are the days of my life, and if it is going to be as wild as it has been till now, I sure am in for a helluva crazy ride, taking different seats as different occasions !