A PAGE FROM AN ALCAHOLIC’S DAIRY

 

Morning started off dull and gloomy. The ringing alarm clock on my bedside table knocked on my brain-shrieking blows tearing my head into pieces. Last night seemed all blur now. Where did I go? How did I comeback? Some simple things just remained unanswered.
Hangovers are really painful. I stank. Was it the booze or my vomit? Maybe both. Stains on my unbuttoned shirt were a conformation of that. I was still literally dressed up for a party; even my shoes were on. Dark circles around my eyes reflected my drained out energy. My headache just shot up as I looked beyond my window. Like a vampire, my eyes refuted the galactic torch. An unbearable sun –curses shot out my mouth!
Looking around I spotted a half empty bottle of flavored vodka. Oh! My sweet nectar; must be a departing gift from yesterday. I took a glance at my money bag just in-case. Just as imagined; empty as a barren land. I bought it out of my own pocket –hard earned money put into good use. An evil smirk crossed my broken face at the thought.
I had to take my medicine -pills for my ailing liver and also for the headache. I grabbed the bottle and chucked it in all together. My doctors warned not to mix them together. It is poison they say. But I did not care; if death is inevitable why wait for it. I live to enjoy.
Few minutes passed and the alcohol started saturating my blood. I could feel it in my veins and of course a viscous twitch in my stomach meant that things have set in. Feeling a little tipsy, I turned on a slow track in my stereo and lit a cigarette. It is my trusted sidekick at that moment. I was not drunk; I know exactly where I fall off the edge. But it felt all good. My world like an itsy bitsy spider –slow, wobbling like an elephant from side to side. Happy and sad thoughts flooded my mind. With the background music it felt like sitting in a cinema theater for a movie. Surely life is very cinematic with lots of ups and downs, twists and turns! Sounds psychedelic, but I am not a fad on acids though.
My cell phone billowed. Must be my office- to hell with them I screamed. Nevertheless I picked it up. An unknown voice responded on the other side. I searched for names while bluntly listening to my caller. My 386 processor brain took some time to recollect bits and pieces –it was my drinking buddy from yesterday. Another invitation tonight on him and another night on the rocks. The ebullient chit chattering, jocular comedy, friendly slanders and few unknowns of the opposite sex to share shoulders with. And with the ever flowing drinks on the house –why not! I told him count me in.
The drive for another whacky night sat me up. I took a shower cleansing yesterday’s sins. Feeling better to be back on my buzzed world I got ready for work. Money is a catalyst for the unnerving life I lead. As I left my apartment, my empty vodka bottle looked sad. As if it was my wife saying “I’ll miss you. Come back home quickly”. Fixing up my fidgety stature I replied happily “Tonight we meet again, as because of all things you blow my mind and that makes me come back to you again and again”. A modern day living Devdas with all the Paro’s singing in my head then drove to work.