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Category: Friends


Take me drunk, Im home!

Stand-Alone Dreamer | 8 June 2005, 3:03pm

Mother nature always, inevitably seems to come out on top. She consistently finds a way to make everything balance out, and a perfect example is 'The Hangover'. Why can't we get sloshed at night, and then feel great the next morning? Why couldn't the morning-after a wasted night be something (read: anything) other than sickness, dizziness, and an absolute inability to remember something (read: anything) from the night before? For example, why couldn't things like strength, enthusiasm, great hair, and an ability to see the future happen? Can you imagine that? Oh Man!

But it doesn't happen, Momma Nature ain't that stupid. The hangover is the one thing that makes us think twice about really whacking out our brains 'coz we all know the simple math equation:

Really good times + Lots of alcohol = Really bad (read: f**** up) times + Lots of regret.

C'mon, I didn't have to take Advanced Operational Research as my elective to figure that one out. Though I did take OR and was surprised to learn they teach it there too.

And of course, I personally believe that the worst hangovers are the ones when you have something (read: anything) important to do in the morning. Mine was when my aunt and cousin sisters were coming to visit me in the evening all my good luck for the year expired as they turned up early in the morning. It doesn't matter how 'cool' your parents/relatives are, you just don't usually want them to see you hunched over a bathtub with your hair messed up (and no pants on). You don't generally overhear your Dad bragging.. "Man, Am I proud of my boy! Look at him bowing down to the toilet in perfect form! We did groom him up well."

So when they arrived at my apartment, I took several steps to avoid looking hungover. I put the eye drops in, wore a Ferrari cap down low, drank a lot of water (and curd), brushed my teeth for three straight hours. And I thought I was doing a pretty good job until they decided to take me out to a 'south Indian special breakfast'. A loaded plate of various green/white/yellow chutneys ghee-coated dosas etc. are probably the last thing you want to see five hours after collapsing in a heap on your bed with no feeling left in your tongue and the room spinning violently around you faster than 'mother earth'.

I for sure, did get a hangover despite trying every anti-hangover trick in the book. (It's a short book because nobody feels like reading when they're wrecked.) Every other friend of yours will definitely have a unique 'fool-proof' way to avoid hangovers. Some say, take Vitamin C before you go to bed. Some say, drink lots of water. Some say, eat lots of fiber and make out with a leprechaun just before he sits down for lunch. Everybody has a different technique. I've even had the fortune of having friends who tell me to drink a beer in the morning. I swear you'll always have someone saying, "Man, I know it sounds ridiculous. I know it sounds irrational, but it weally rorks. When you wake up tomorrow's morning, chug a beer, and you won't eee hungover atall." That person is probably one hundred percent right



Current Mood: Itching For One
Current Music: Run - Collective Soul

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Ah! He caught me off-gaurd...

Stand-Alone Dreamer | 26 August 2004, 6:13pm

I was flying around in airplanes filled with half the population of this country. It always amazes me that How those two or three sweet air-hostesses are able to cater to all our needs, given the fact that most of us hog as if that was the sole purpose of boarding the flight. I am told that there is an operator who operates flights at significantly cheap rates 'coz they don't serve food on board!!! And I thot the jet engine & its fuel were the ones that are costly...

Anyways on the way home from the heavily crowded airport the driver (my corporate mask gives me that privilage) tells about his view about the world.
"I don't believe in coincidence" he says, turning onto the Main Road

"No, everything happens for a reason."

I concentrate on the road, a little unnerved.

"There's no point trying to change your destiny, fate will eventually catch up with you."

His words remind me of how the buses here often have a statue of Lord Ganesh in the spot where the fire extinguisher is meant to be - the rationale being that if you are meant to die you will and the extinguisher will not help.

"I'm not angry at my wife for leaving me" the taxi driver says

"No. Not at all. I understand that she had to do what she had to do."

We turn into the Road No 10.

"She thought I lacked ambition but she didn't realise that I had lots of plans. I wanted to start a business."

"Turn left here" I say, somewhat sympathetically.

We drive past the cemetery on the corner.

The taxi driver points at it. "You know, people who live around here aren't allowed to be buried in that cemetery" he says.

Really? How strange I thot. I voice my surprise. "Why not?"

"Because they're not dead yet."

Ah! Nice one. You got me.

Very good. Now, just drop me off here.
Thanks.



Current Mood: Dumb
Current Music: No Sugar Tonight...

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socially insensible hokums!!

Stand-Alone Dreamer | 27 July 2004, 4:52pm

I do know that being highly preoccupied with other stuff has got nothing to do with decent blogging (whatever 'that' is), so my apologies to anyone who has been peeking in and out of this place for the past week, anticipating something clever or witty or insightful. ;-)

In more "I couldn't give a crap" news:

I am surrounded by Chinese engineers these days...Since most of us, including yours truly, cannot pronounce those names properly and out of sensitivity for the shortcomings of our pronunciation skills they introduce themselves as john, mike, sharon etc...

There is an old politically incorrect russian joke that goes: Do you know how Chinese people name their children?

(pause...)

They throw some silverware down the stairs and name the child by the resulting sound.

Well, as an enlightened soul with a supposedly profound knowledge about more subtler things in this wide vast world, I dismissed them as a culturally insensitive nonsense.

Just the other day, during a working lunch (I hate 'em!!) my friend inadvertently dropped a spoon in our room, and this Chinese guy (who introduces himself as john) suddenly responded from his table down the hall, 'yes'..!!

We looked at each other!!!

Bewildered, I thought, is there anything to this? Does it deserve a follow up experiment?

Scene II: 3 hours later..

Couple of other colleagues of mine were around this time, so I say this with the weight of 6 ears. I happen to accidentally clank my cup on the table. This time John was in his seat inside the cabin. 'Yes', he said but then walked over to the door and checked to see if anyone was there.

It must be that he has highly sensitive ears and quietly knocking friends..!!!



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Current Music: its what we are all about...

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