There was no planning, at least from my side. Some of my colleagues were going out and as i had no program for the evening, i joined them without inquiring much about their program.
The program turned out to be a drinking competition ! I call it competition because i was the beginner, playing first time this game of enjoying lost consciousness, i had to compete with regular drinkers - my punjabi colleagues.
I saw them mixing a lot of water to the little amount of whisky, i thought my stomach may not succeed to contain so much water and i'll lose in the drinking competition. They did warn me about dangers of drinking neat but i felt like a warrior standing on the battlefield, a point of no return ! Foul smell and weirdly bitter taste, it was hard for me to take small sips and savour the taste slowly like my partners were practicing in front of me. I grabbed the glass and tried to swallow it all as fast as i could to help my tongue have the least possible memory of the unpleasant taste. After that first peg, i was completely conscious of what's happening around. Naturally, that boosted my confidence to go for the second peg. Dizziness started to relax my mind now, sure it felt good and i became less aware of the people around which is a big problem usually. With the support of omelettes and roasted peanuts, there goes the third toss making me dizzier plus unsteady on my legs. "What the hell ! It feels so light-headed and yet my bloody mind is focussed on reaching hostel safely instead of taking a break and allow my hidden insanity to come out on stage and play its role !", i cursed myself and decided to move on with the fourth peg.
And the match came to a frustrating end due to rain ! My stomach was the culprit that filled the sink of the restaurant with the downpour of semi-digested omelettes, peanuts and undigested liquor ! Fuck my overworking brain, its denial to leave the field made my poor stomach go on a break ! Anyway i began thinking about the dinner as i had emptied almost everything in the restaurant's wash basin. But it was not over yet as we read the bill and an argument started between us - 4 pegs or 5 pegs ?!! Two of us argued with the waitor that we had only 4 pegs each while the other two thought it was 5 pegs each as shown in the bill ! Waitor's crucial support gave the 5 pegs side an edge, we followed the majority verdict, paid the bill and left with unsteady legs.
Never mind, it was the first attempt anyway, better luck next time !!
The program turned out to be a drinking competition ! I call it competition because i was the beginner, playing first time this game of enjoying lost consciousness, i had to compete with regular drinkers - my punjabi colleagues.
I saw them mixing a lot of water to the little amount of whisky, i thought my stomach may not succeed to contain so much water and i'll lose in the drinking competition. They did warn me about dangers of drinking neat but i felt like a warrior standing on the battlefield, a point of no return ! Foul smell and weirdly bitter taste, it was hard for me to take small sips and savour the taste slowly like my partners were practicing in front of me. I grabbed the glass and tried to swallow it all as fast as i could to help my tongue have the least possible memory of the unpleasant taste. After that first peg, i was completely conscious of what's happening around. Naturally, that boosted my confidence to go for the second peg. Dizziness started to relax my mind now, sure it felt good and i became less aware of the people around which is a big problem usually. With the support of omelettes and roasted peanuts, there goes the third toss making me dizzier plus unsteady on my legs. "What the hell ! It feels so light-headed and yet my bloody mind is focussed on reaching hostel safely instead of taking a break and allow my hidden insanity to come out on stage and play its role !", i cursed myself and decided to move on with the fourth peg.
And the match came to a frustrating end due to rain ! My stomach was the culprit that filled the sink of the restaurant with the downpour of semi-digested omelettes, peanuts and undigested liquor ! Fuck my overworking brain, its denial to leave the field made my poor stomach go on a break ! Anyway i began thinking about the dinner as i had emptied almost everything in the restaurant's wash basin. But it was not over yet as we read the bill and an argument started between us - 4 pegs or 5 pegs ?!! Two of us argued with the waitor that we had only 4 pegs each while the other two thought it was 5 pegs each as shown in the bill ! Waitor's crucial support gave the 5 pegs side an edge, we followed the majority verdict, paid the bill and left with unsteady legs.
Never mind, it was the first attempt anyway, better luck next time !!
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