SOAP!

I am an alcoholic, an alcoholic who raises vodka in happiness and drowns in it in sadness!

But there are some fundamental rules about the way people (especially in India) treat alcoholics that I don't quite understand. I mean I have some questions - They don't want us to drink and drive and that's fine with me, but you need to have a drivers' license to buy alcohol!

And why the hell do bars and pubs have parking lots? - is it some sick joke they are trying to play with us?

The more I drink... the more clearer is the reality.

Life is a race...
How far are you willing to go?
How much are you willing to strive and compete?
What do you want to prove? And to whom? And to what ends and means?
What do you want to achieve? Fame? Glory? Recognition?
What do you need? To become a FACE among fellowmen?...ha ha ha...

How much will you let the paper define your happiness?
How crazy am I? How much more crazier can you get?
This world is a never ending wishlist...Where do you stop?
I see people and their eyes want more...they never seem to be contented...they are not happy.
They can't laugh out loud..

I can. I am happy. Happy with my Life. Happy with my Vodka.

Cutting the crap, I'll get to the point directly here...I don’t even know why I am writing this over here; or why the heck I am going through the process of even telling you about what I feel?

(Enough crap already...get to the ...whatever you want to call it…)

I don’t have a clue to what the devil has conjured up here for his freak show...with my fingers crossed!!

Ah!! You little brat!! Look who’s calling me the DEVIL...Ignore his discrepancies and ambiguous disfigured degraded dreadful dough of dung...

Once again welcome ....one and all.....