I am not drunk..

Madhushala.. One of my favorite Hindi prose! Sounds melodious.. But in reality, the experience does not turn out to be as rhythemic!

On my birthday weekend, hanging out with friends. It's been one of the best vacations till now. Till this night.. Nothing wrong here too.. Just a slight change, instead o friends, I'm baby sitting four kids. Everyone in his own world, some trance heaven I don't know about. Possibly I've not yet been so pure to be permitted in the heaven...

As usual, I'm puzzled. What is it tat makes someone drink so much so tat they forget their own existence, the reality. I might understand it if someone's in utmost pain; but wat bout fit n fine individuals? I'm sitting here, staring t the crowd around.. Almost everyone seems drunk. Guys hunting for gals, gals hunting for guys.. To be politically correct, at times guys jining for guys and gals hunting for gals too. Why, didn't a guy just asked me if I was alone n needed company? Hey, before u misunderstand me, let me clarify. I'm not judging anyone here. Everyone has their own choices.. No issues. My issue is with the drunken dependency and the acts that take place under the influence, which u wake up to regret.

This is juts the stream of thought that is flowing across while I'm sitting here.. Seems I need to get back to baby sitting, or possibly walking; before it creates any trouble. Will come back on this for sure...