Age

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Age is a just a number, allright. But its not infine and if you donot do the correct math with those numbers at the right and opportune moment, hoping it to be done on a better,  warm sunlit day, you will be the bird with the wings who never knew to flew.

Get me those days back!

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Some days, if not always, the feeling of idling around, doing nothing or doing things you like, some good music, a good cup of tea, a good read and some bright sunshine on a beautiful November day, seems to frequent my mind.

We have become so bound with routine that time just seems to fail us, just as sand escaping the grasp of your palm.  The  harder you try to hold, the more it falls.

Oh! If we just could pause time and feel them all over again.

Get me those days back!

“And that’s why, I never married!”

Never Married

She, in her late forties, had been asked innumerable times as to why such a decision of not getting married and not to follow the ways of the society.

Her answer, “I see myself as a medium for larger things. Continuity of the race and a means of sharing your life, if that is the substance of marriage, are not for me. I don’t see myself as in that state, for there are others destined for it. I am, and I will, will see life and better it from a different view. Let me, for a change, unlike most of us, work for the upliftment of our race. I don’t want to be held back by what people say.  I may not have a child, but the child in your arms or the child yet unborn shall have a better life for I will work for it. The whole world is my life. If someday I feel to have made a wrong decision, I shall wait. The body perishes, but never the Soul. It will take a form and I will do what has not been done.”

Human Dolls?

Religion

As we keep on fighting on basis of religions, caste and creed, yet a clever political class which often are the instigators, are the winners. We have developed into human dolls and we do their desires. Life is too short and too precious to spend on these and them. We should be good human beings whose hearts don’t beat and breed on these differences but with the feeling that their is no difference between your beat and mine. That is the greatest religion and that is the religion that is going to always be the winner.

 

Listen to your Heart!

Listen to your heart

What ever you paint your heart with, be it the paint of religion, the paint of love or hatred, the paint of understanding or of indifference, yet when you talk to your heart, irrespective of the different shades, the heart will always tell the truth. It never lies. The mind often may, but not the heart. The mind is clever, the heart not so. Following your mind will keep you a step ahead.Following your heart may take you a step back, but it will be a step towards contentment.In the long run perhaps, maybe you should listen to your heart more.

The Vodka that got me Drunk!

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Because I was a localite where I did my Medical Schooling, I had 2 groups of friends: One were my Medical School friends group and the other were my local friends with whom I had grown up.

A few of my local friends were really well off, of course owing to their fathers businesses which were extremely successful.

One of them had called up me to say that there is going to be a New Year Party the next day. I replied saying that there are still 20 days to go for New Year. He cut me short saying, it’s a warm-up to the main party.  I thought that these idiots just need excuses to party.

I said I would make it to the party. He asked me if I had graduated from beer, saying only ladies drink beer. I said no and told him that a beer would be enough to set me going.

The next day, I boarded an auto to reach the party. About 500 meters from the destination, I asked the driver to stop. I knew that nobody would be coming in an auto as most of these people had their own cars. As for most of us, we didn’t even have bikes. I didn’t want to feel embarrassed reaching there in an auto. Also a few beautiful ladies were supposed to come. My host had sounded that to me while inviting. That made me doubly sure to reach there on time.

I reached there and I could see a few people I recognized. There were a few beautiful ladies some of whom I had known. There was one girl out of them, whom I had never found attractive or anything beyond. Just a cursory glance or two or a simple greeting and that were it.

Until alcohol spoilt everything.

I could see the party already starting. My friend asked me to have a drink. I told him to get my beer. He says that he has forgotten it and that I shouldn’t worry. I can have some vodka, he said. I wanted to get my hands on his neck, saying I cannot tolerate these drinks. He just took me to a corner and showed me a bottle of Smirnoff with an orange drawn on its label. He said that it was nothing and that if you would add some Sprite to it, it just becomes a cold drink. I knew what I was getting into, but thought it was worth a try. Moreover, I didn’t like the thought of having juice in front of the ladies!

Medical science says that alcohol crosses a barrier and acts on the brain directly. But I feel that the first few drops, before any reaches your brain, would dig ways some way or the other and would reach your eyes first. The brain then acts as dictated by the eyes. The ugly might look beautiful, the beautiful might look more beautiful and the more beautiful may as well look ugly. It totally depends on what your eyes perceive.

I took the first drink. It felt like some sugary syrup and I didn’t feel bad. I started having the second and suddenly I feel good and cool. I have one more and I feel as if l the music has touched the soul.

The third drink was the one which started all the problems. As I have said, your eyes start seeing things a bit differently, so also in me I suddenly found the girl I had mentioned a couple of sentences back extremely attractive and beautiful. I thought maybe I would see if she nibbles on my bait.

For her too, it had been a couple of shots and for her too, the ugly I must have looked very good and handsome.  I hit the first string and she didn’t mind.  A part of me said that this is trouble. The other part said to carry on. I paid heed to the later.

The third drink was over soon over common talk and we soon had a new one. I had never drunk so much before and I was amazed by my resistance. Sadly, it didn’t last long.

Someone had told me those hard drinks, unlike beer, hits suddenly. It had hit me and I was not feeling too well. Everything around me including the lady seemed to rotate and sparkle and dazzle. I could make out that she, too, was a bit bothered as to what was going on.

Any girl in her right mind, which she wasn’t at that point of time with all the drinks that she had taken, would hesitate to be with a guy who’s knees were getting wobbly, standing straight was an effort and  talking is slurred with a tongue that was wagging like that of a dog’s tail. I felt as if I was standing on my head with my legs floating in air. Suddenly, my tummy felt like a grinder churning full speed. I could wait no longer. The last sentence I said to her was, ‘Excuse me, but I need to puke!”

I had no recollection of anything else except for the fact that I didn’t have much time to turn to the washroom and puke. Instead, I had puked on the poor lady’s feet, maybe a little bit on her dress. It was not just me who had gone crazy. I could see a few others crawling on the ground.

The next day, when I had opened my eyes, I could feel as if someone my head had split into two. It was a very bad headache. Till today, I don’t have any recollection of the journey back.

I wanted to have something to eat, and before I could put anything, I puked again. My puking didn’t stop for two full days and any lady with Hyperemesis Gravidarum would have stayed far behind the line in terms of the number of times I puked.

I remember the month as December where oranges would be available. I tried to have some orange juice. It didn’t help either.

Till today, I feel nauseated if someone mentions Vodka, Sprite or Oranges.

As for the lady, I never met her again. She didn’t say anything either and must have taken it in a good way. I had seen her a few times, and, out of embarrassment at what had happened, I quickly retract my steps and go back the way I had come.

This incident happened many many years backs. I was then, as they say, young and wild and free. But I will never forget the maturity it brought around for me. It made me realize that some things are never meant for me which I should accept and respect and maintain. As far as drinking beer is concerned, I left it many years back. I used to enjoy my beer, but now, for some reasons, I cannot.

College life had been wonderful and fun with all my dear friends in rather different ways!