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 !!
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