People never call me a drunkard.But honestly, i was never a drunkard from the beginning.I have always been a good guy since my school days.I used to frown upon the mention of alcohol "daaru" and had a nauseating feeling even on slight smell of alcohol even from the homeopathic meds .I had always resisted any attempts from my friends for the drinks the sake of the "dosti".But once I was compelled by one of my buddies through his filmy dramatic emotional blackmail to take one shot.and i had to obey him as i had no other options of disposing that liquid .As the solution drenched my tongue and throat gave a strange burning sensation ,made a way to my stomach and gave that burning sensation there too.I wondered what was so special about that every one is so mad about it and moreover it tasted pretty awful.
Then after two more drinks I felt the warmth of my skin and flushing of my face and had strange sensation.My limbs were feeling light and i felt as if my head is floating above my body.Then I realised that I have already shifted the gear to the second gear of drinking and at this stage whiskey was drinking whiskey.And i was not in mood to go to the third gear where most of my friends were already present. There were emotional outburst and and some of them even crying in the memory of their exes and I had give shoulder to every one of these "AASHIQs" to cry on it.i remembered a quote"The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."
Then it was turn of my friend to cry on my shoulder and he again started to prove my fault for rejecting to drink at the first time.Then i had to drink two more shots to pacify him.This time i got nothing special only the previous feelings were intensified.I wondered if I was stuck in the second gear where as most of my friends had become Michael Jackson and professional dancers moving on the tunes of top Bollywood numbers.Although their steps was far more crude than the original dancers and I had to protect myself from the unintentional blows and kicks during the dance.Then one of my friends came to me again I had to take two more shots with him for not being with him for the drink.Then I felt that i had quite a difficulty in walking.I had to put my steps carefully to avoid stumbling on the stairs though my speech was normal.My friends were now saying now that you are a cheat you are an old player,you rascal.And I had to take one more for this cheating.Now I felt that i will lie on the ground.walking wasn't possible at all and all of us were completely deranged.At this time i thought to go to my room on my own . At that very moment my best buddy started to vomit and all the others were almost unconscious.I had to carry him on my shoulders to his room .i was cursing myself ...had i been more strict and impermeable to those blackmails i would have safely be able to take me and my friend to his room.Anyway as soon i reached there i threw him to his bed,hurled a few abuses and said "screw you"...........Then I proceeded to my room slowly and fell down on my bed only to woken up by a call from my sis 5 mins later.Well she wasn't able to know that I was drunk then.
But still I remain careful enough and nobody knows about that..........i am a terrible drunkard some body told me
"I don't care how liberated this world becomes, a man will always be judged by the amount of alcohol he can consume.[ :D:D:D
The above story is a work of fiction and have no resemblance to any character or personality.
PS- i went to a conference and had a couple of drinks there.My sis was also there but i managed to remain hidden from her eyes remained innocent through the whole programme. When she will read this post i am sure she'll know.ha ha ha.so no advantage of remaining anonymous........
