The morning after the Morning After

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This is one of those corny theories that I’ll put forward and get thrashed about. There simply isn’t enough research to the contrary but these are strictly my views and my views alone. Imagine waking up with a splitting headache, a horrid hangover and virtually no memory of what (in many cases, who) you were doing last night. The morning after is horrible, spent with friends/willing accomplices/bystanders/innocent kids trying to piece together exactly what the heck happened last night. After the details start getting less murky, the real work starts. Getting stone drunk never really helped anyone out and never did much for anyone’s dignity. But since the immature you did it anyway and made a ranting raving fool, the only way out is damage control. Getting drunk in college is a far riskier proposition than that of the corporate affairs. At least you know that you’ll reach home safe and sound. So the real work entails saying sorry to multiple people, again and again, repeatedly. This shouldn’t really be difficult unless you were a shameless pervert who actually enjoys losing the last 2 hours of every night involved in drunken revelry. Given the gravity of your actions and the extent of the damage, it’s always a good idea to say sorry first and then explain. Never wiggle out of any situation or put the blame on something else. Everybody, and by everybody, I mean every single human being with a beating heart has gotten stone drunk and secretly enjoyed it. Empathy isn’t going to be in short supply and you just have to get swept in it, acknowledge a lapse in your judgment and move on. The great thing about acknowledging your own mistakes is that it helps us grow as both people and humans. And as a wise old sage said to me after my last drunken debacle (there have been others), its better to say sorry, mean it and move on rather than saying sorry for the rest of your life. Thank you DB and every1 else who helped me out on the night of 26th. Of the myriad people that I pissed off and inconvenienced, I extend my sincerest apologies.

Now, comes the real part of this post. The morning after the morning after. If you have ever been in a position like me, you’ll surely appreciate this theory. The morning after the morning after, if it provided the right catalyst will serve as the antidote to the morning after. After you are done with the hard work of calling up, apologizing, redoing all of it again to make sure, sending remorseful signs et al, the morning after the morning after will serve as a welcome destination to wake up to. Of course, no damage is permanent and this experience will expedite the healing. In fact the very act of waking up and knowing that it is indeed the morning after the morning after will make things easier 

His Story.....History

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21 years it took to break a tradition. I have always had my parents with me on every birthday that I have celebrated since I can remember. That is all set to be broken tomorrow on the day that I keep my date with my 22nd.

There are certain things that tradition gives you and certain viewpoints that it obscures. An ancient Afghan saying went something like "2 Fists held close to the face changes your view of the world". Something pretentiously similar happens with respect to tradition. So at times its better to break with it rather than letting it break you, again a much similar analogy can be drawn to routines but don't get me started on those yet. I hate them, I, in fact (physically) hate them (amrita, if you ever read this I think I can picture you blinking and wincing all at once in only the same way that you can.)

Anywho, To get to the crux of it, lets just say that I am 1 lucky bastard. I have lost more friends than I care to count and most of it is due to my own indiscretions, callousness, indifference and whims. But, I have been inundated with more of the same kind whenever I feel myself losing way. It really makes a lot of sense to know that you are blessed. And, in every sense of that word, I am, indeed, truly blessed. I make stupid mistakes, refuse to learn from them and still get chance after chance. Thank you God for all that you are to me.

To get even more precise, this post is not about all random thoughts,and if the introduction hasn't put you to sleep I hope that you will all still have the patience to read through.

One of the toughest and most difficult transitions in anybody's life is to go from college to work. When you stop being a kid and grow up. It eats me up that I can never stress enough on how important the 2 ladies are in my life. Amrita and Neha, inspite of all my ridiculous and frivolous moods have stuck by and have tried to reason with me when it would have been easier teaching Spanish (Yes I had to bring that up) to a cow. They have always cared even though they would like to believe that indifference begets indifference. They have fed me when I would have gone home with an empty stomach and a plate of maggi to look forward to. They will remain the only reason why cheppundi town rocks :)

My Life

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My life is a shred of evidence,
Wrapped in a time warp, enclosed in a shrapnel,
Trying to scream but dying to tell,
Hoping for an escape and feeling out of place,
Running out of breath and running out of space,

In all a disaster waiting to happen,
A cart in need of a push into the abyss,
A dream in danger of being broken,
A dying breath without so much as a last kiss,

In all that happens and in all that stays,
In all the World, looking for stops and plays,
Seeking oxygen from the living world,
Stuck in a sentence, trying to squeeze between words,

But the coma will never awaken,
Till the resolve will strengthen,
Till the bow breaks,
Till the promise stays,

Till the bridge breaks apart,
Till the last embers of the heart,
Finds a place to rest,
And empties into the lost souls that dropped from the crest.



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An insight, all similarities are purely fictitious and intentional,
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