Alcohol kills has been fed to my brain through my ears and eyes all through my life by everyone who came before me in this world. Accordingly, I have been condemning people who spend half of their lives figuring out whether the glass in their hand is half empty or half full. It always complicated things, I remember how my super thin friend went up to his ex’s house and punched her new boxer boyfriend and spent his next month entirely on the bed of a local hospital. How can my uncle tip his 6 digit salary to an auto rickshaw driver for a 50Rs trip to a liquor place? High, wasted, drowned, puked such words contracted my eyes but not today. Those who have slept on the road wearing a Lee t-shirt, blue jeans and converse shoes or something similar will understand what I want to convey. For others reading, well mate you are very much missing the purpose of being young.
Yes, I drank for the first time and thanks to this god damn world I won’t be drinking for the last time. I am neither a regular nor an irregular one. But with alcohol taking control over me I am able to realize the godly power the rusted metal color liquid possesses. For the first time, I see people, things, buildings, cars trembling, floundering in front of me while at all other seconds of my life it was the other way around. Eyes almost closed but ajar enough to see the world altogether from a different angle. An angle from where you can be transparent, your inside breaks free from your crooked mind and comes out despite of all your efforts to suppress. Only in two situations one becomes honest a) God/Satan standing in front of you or b) when alcohol goes down your throat.
Irrespective of the black hole you being sucked into if the drops of the stinking ambrosia reach inside your system it momentarily gives you an illusion of the world you wanted to be in fulfilling your last wish in much advance.
Yes, I drank for the first time and thanks to this god damn world I won’t be drinking for the last time. I am neither a regular nor an irregular one. But with alcohol taking control over me I am able to realize the godly power the rusted metal color liquid possesses. For the first time, I see people, things, buildings, cars trembling, floundering in front of me while at all other seconds of my life it was the other way around. Eyes almost closed but ajar enough to see the world altogether from a different angle. An angle from where you can be transparent, your inside breaks free from your crooked mind and comes out despite of all your efforts to suppress. Only in two situations one becomes honest a) God/Satan standing in front of you or b) when alcohol goes down your throat.
Irrespective of the black hole you being sucked into if the drops of the stinking ambrosia reach inside your system it momentarily gives you an illusion of the world you wanted to be in fulfilling your last wish in much advance.
