Lonely Weekend

5 Days of gruel work, with the inclusion of travelling, to and fro from Airoli To Andheri is as painful as trying to win a 100 meter running race for a smoker. I have been doing it for almost 1.5 years now. And when the week ends, those Saturdays and Sundays which arrive are a boon to life. But are they always?

Most weekends are spent over the scale with friends as compared to any one wanting to stay at home and be with family. There are parties owing to slogan: “work hard, party harder”. But when those parties turn out too hard than expected, the hangover takes the fun out of the remaining weekend and all that is left is 'head-ache'. Drinking in Limit leaves out a good rep and turns down the limit of being carried away from the live to the unreal, but drinking out-limited, leave a bad remark and scar on the aftermath that I caused sometimes. I have had a chance to learn it the hard way and do regret those made drunk comments. And the worst part of it all is the bad combinations that are sometimes drunk – leading to memory losses and much more anxiety as to what could have possibly happened the previous night.

If nothing else, the scars of over-drinking are much more difficult to heal and easier to set of a distrust spark between two humans, be it friends or of any relations. Even true friends at such times, can meekly take the shift from reality to influence and turn their back against. The moral doesn’t lie in the fact of making new friends, or trying to justify the act of drunk talking, but to realize that shit happened and try to clear the mess; because that is what will eventually lead to a cleaner perspective, understanding and mutual acceptance of the facts and reality check towards oneself. Needless to say, Drinking has always been and will always be injurious to health, not just the drinkers but the listener’s as well, who has to take the hit after the drunkard is sozzled. Precariousness is the keyword to followed here in such a case.

Cheers.