Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Monday, January 26, 2009

Saturday, January 24, 2009

events of the night of 14th january and the mornming of 15th january

last night was crazy and i am still feeling as if the world is going round in circles. it started at 6 in the eve. got 2 liters of cocktail. equal portions of vodka and pomegranate juice with some ginger and lime
there were 5 of us. later, the same set went and had 2 beers each. then we realised one of us was born on that day, which meant whisky. lots of it. which also meant a lot of stupidity.

at three in the morning there i was, in front of the girls' hostel lying on the road with two of my friends and a bike. the chap who was riding it decided to do a wheely with 3 of us sitting on it. it went a teeny bit higher than he had anticipated. it was bloody full 90 degree lift! and you can't balance a bike which is standing straight on it's rear wheel with two other people on it, let alone trying to do that drunk. so we fell. and bruised our elbows. And also busted the silencer of the bike. which made it sound like a bullet. anyhow, we got more whisky (the reason we had taken out the bike in the first place). doing something like 80 kmph on a bike that was sounding like a bad record and had no brakes. someone also slapped the guard of the girls' hostel. someone had dared one of us to do that.

we came back. to my room. and decided to listen to mohd. rafi. there is certain quality to mohd rafi that only surfaces when you are reeling under the effect of alcohol. you actually start believing in what he sings we believed we were a bunch of junglees (remember yahoo! chahe koi mujhe junglee kahe...?). and behaved like them - jumping on top of each other, dancing to the song and generally laughing to death. all this jumping and dancing had made us sweaty (remember, it was the middle of winter...at 3 in the morning) so we decided to come out for a breath of fresh air.

my room's on the 2nd floor. and we got dared again. this time to jump on to the roof of the hostel mess, which is 10-12 meters down from the balcony. i was about to jump, but then decided i am not drunk enough. but we did stand on the railing, drunk as we were and peed on to the ground below. more revelry continued....along the lines of above narrated program. we ran out of water so we started taking whisky shots. more slapping. and then i decided i need a fag and some tea (i was planning to attend lectures in the morning). so this chappie and i went to the railway station. again doing 80 kmph. no breaks. this time on a busy road. our feet froze, so did our entire body. we were brainy enough not to wear anything warm and go in our bathroom slippers. anyway we went, had our tea and sutta, got stared at by every passerby (including a policeman) and came back. by the time we were back, the other 3 bastards had gone to sleep. but we decided to go for the lectures anyway. it was about time too. so we went, smelling badly of alcohol...and sat in the second row (we never sit in the second row) with the entire hall spinning in front of us.

prof was teaching something about 8086 chip. and the ladies in the front row kept looking back at us. i have a feeling they could smell us. so there we were, in the second row. with only 15 people in the class. and trying bloody hard not to laugh. which was hard, particularly for me, for my friend there was banging his head on the desk. one thing bad about alcohol is that it makes you believe in yourself. so we started giving proxies for all our friends, shouting yes sirs at the top of our voices. which was not a good idea considering the thin attendance at the lecture. we were lucky the prof didn't catch us. at the end of the lecture we decided we are in no shape to attend lectures.

a: we hadn't slept the night.
b: we were up getting ourselves drunk as any fish had ever been
c: we were still inebriated.

we all had a feeling we were gonna die but we went back to the room and finished off the remaining whisky anyway. we made life hell for our neighbours, but i don't think they complained. they were treated to free live entertainment. thankfully no one got killed except for the silencer of the bike which didn't belong to us anyway. it was a senior's. throughout the day we were cursing ourselves and drinking water. haven't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon. and i still feel a bit wobbly. not gonna touch alcohol for a long long time...but there's a party tomorrow. sigh!

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Being in the Twenties

The following is an email forward which is pretty much accurate and i thought I'd share it with you

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like.You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly
adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute,
you are insecure and then the next, secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. You want to settle down for good because now all of a sudden that becomes top priority. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.You begin to think a companion for life is better than a hundred in the shack and for once you would not mind standing tall for that special someone which otherwise you had never thought of until now.You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem
to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it.We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Send this to your twenty-something friends.... maybe it will help someone feel like they aren't alone in their state of confusion...

We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis"