Tripping feet tell their own stories.

Move over you all, who feel intoxication is a curse. Ask me who has won over so many friends as we all abide by this floating rule .And fortunate I am to share that with the best two friends here, two who do know me better than others.

And we sit, uncorking that genie once again who beg to obey our orders and all we ask “Honey, let us fly on your wings” Grudgingly she concurs. We make contorted faces and break into undecipherable laughter.

Then it all reels off once again. I feel we all are too egoistic to let it go. Let be ourselves without our feet firmly rooted in ground. Yeah we need that kick to launch us out of seemingly mortal orbit and enjoy a joyride close to lovely stars. “Huh being down to earth does not always help” I try to crack a pathetic joke justifiably it falls flat on dear friends.

And then we talk over every thing under the sun at dead night. We enjoy those arguments, relish every bit of that strives we have at these hours. We love it getting skinned by dear friends that too very bluntly sans any pity sans any concern.

As we discuss the beautiful music playing in background, I demur …..This won’t do and they chortle. I walk with swagger ever evident and close that mockery of a song. “ I want to hear that one” I declare. They unwillingly give in.

One of them goes out, guess he has too much work at hand. The second one confides in me “Ruchir, I know you all I comprehend you all he is so incomprehensible, why is he not so forthcoming and I am sure you know more than others” “Well, he is as close to me as to you” I counter with smile. He disagrees but his intuition has been deserted by logic and he throws in towel.

We end up arguing on good old Nirvana and Pink Floyd. As he pours another one to me and we pour much more than just some crystalline liquids, we feel lightened. Ha Cobain and Waters can make so many uncomfortable gatherings comfortable if well equipped with a ting of intoxication. I get a call and I talk as a titan would among debris. He winks and starts laughing uncontrollably.

Then we discuss all those good things we have never discussed for a while and which lends us so called intellectual high. I have droopy eyes and try to clutch to every reasonable fact. Another knock at the door, before someone hurls those bounties of expletives , let me rush on as I rush to welcome so unwelcomed guest.

intoxicated to the RIDiculous

i smiled or did i?
i dont remember. Do i need to?..
All i remember that night was that he thought i was going to die.
So easily? HA! he wished!

even if i were shot in the head i think i would not feel the pain. I was smiling with tears filled so deep down in my eyes that i could hardly see him. Whatever he said i smiled and i said just let me be alone. ALONE means you need to sit beside me and watch me pass out :) Yes i could have been the most ridiculous person on earth that night.

The first time i discovered how easy it was to float through reality because parts in your body couldnt feel. Even if they feel, it was so absurdly insignificant that you could behave just as if you were floating through the clouds.

I decided that it was the best time to write, to talk, to make love, to sit and to listen. It was the best time to do justice and that's wanted. What he wanted would not make sense to me when i was sunk in the sun.

That sudden quest for peace,
for silence
and he kept screaming for god knows what reason,

Wonder why someone would be so scared of
losing someone they had nothing to do with?

In praise of those much disdained Alcoholics

I saw another one testing that Newton’s discovery, another fool who had faith in himself and ignored much professed gravity theory. JLo defied it on Grammy Awards night, I can do I today on tingling night he must have felt and off he was to conquer mother earth and her divine power to attract all and sundry. . Man was intoxicated and like all those decent citizens I had my apathy for him. I asked him why this dogma Man!! And he retorted “You mere mortals can’t comprehend, you doomed teetotalers, be happy in warmth of your bed, you can’t take on mighty ones, can you young man??"

Booked for life !!!!!!!!!!

Tell me how do you prefer to ridicule a drunk bastard, who can vouch for Vodka replacing blood in his veins , who is blamed for all he never did his life , presenting you a soul who vouches for that, my gosh don’t blame me if what was destined to be ridiculous ends up being a bit profound.. Well was It is destiny that it all reels of with eyes made squinty with that little vodka shot if it was let it be , nothing can be a better omen at this hour. You yearn for an answer from me at this unearthly hour? Hmm yeah as a populist measure you demand one and I would cater to all whims and wishes of yours. Yeah I call it sweet destiny, a weird fortune that it all starts with a Russian origin,. yeah world may side with a UniPolar world with USA calling all the shots with a certain George Bush promising to smoke all those innocuous ones out but then a kid was born Soviet, bred on those Russian books seeing that Gorbachov poster in background , well for me USA was inherent evil one who stood for all those values I could never approve of. Ah Russia! Yeah it weaved the dream for me for me the world started with pretty oblivious Raduga Publication and their books. Think of a kid, well 8 year kid holding his father’s fingers going to the world of books, and all he could see was Russian . He fell in love with Russians . So he loved their folk tales , he wanted to be a farmer and flaunt a kaftan , he wanted to have a kalach and befriend Russian fairies. For every Ajay or Vijay he could reel off 100s of Ivans , Sergeis, and Andreis. The gorgeous girls he saw he was tempted to name them Alyona, Wasilisa and Anushka . He knew an ill tempered lad called Vova , and he would bet his last penny on telling how Vova and Calvin were simian twins. Boy he did not Russia but characters were all there alive in his mind and soul. The dripping Russian blood made him wail in agony, huh may be he was not aware of an Eklaya offering his thumb to a selfish Guru, but he knew a certain Andrei who was happy to part away with his heart for his lady love Maria and his heart died a thousand death.