drunken story

A DRUNKEN STORY

Ten days before  SAJI’S Marriage we decided to have a party with “SETHUETTAN” in Chennai. I never had a chance to drink with him only heard the great saga of his drinking skills and enormous capacity he has. And we know the marriage is like a new year we will make lot of pledges , I will not drink after this, I will not smoke after this , I will be like this I will be like that etc etc. (sorry to say but in many cases I know the intensity has increased after marriage)

            SETHUETTAN came with one of his room mates BILESH who used to be our cricket mate. by the Indian tradition its not good to go in a group of three for holy events. We four reached Chennai central and came to the destination B……..A……..R (beeeeeeeeeer) we made the traditional NAMASTHE to the board and got inside to the AC section (you are going to have SOMRAS, drink of gods so drink like gods). Nice bar, we ordered SIGNATURE whisky (how will you know when you reach the limit while having signature? Simple you will start to put your signature on the floor or table with your Tung)

            Got the bottle and the mix. Nice octagonal bottle with thin neck was gaping at us with a teasing smile. Golden and dark green labels on it made her looks more beautiful than she actually was. We had given the slight bow , the deserved respect for the devotional drink. The suit itself was nicely built with dark atmosphere. most of the barS I had been were made dark the idea behind it is still unknown for me. But it will make you feel talk very free with your co. much relaxed….Suit was good enough for four and the blinking lights reminded some old action Malayalam movies where Jose Prakash and jayan were dancing with item girls.

            While drinking you will never run out of topics. And if you are a phone pro, you can never reduce your bill. Some times discussion can go in solving all the issues in the world. Many times I found in many BARS many people who can make our country NO 1 in the world with their rare ideas. You just need to find the right drunkard and assign the right post in the cabinet and allow them to implement their thoughts. Most important thing never allows them to take any decision till noon time ( in other words never allow them to take any decision when they are not drunk). Once in one bar I met a guy who scientifically explained how we can fill the ozone holes. I was also drunk so it appeared to me fabulous idea. He should have given the Nobel Prize straight away.

            Back to us, we started, one passed two passed three passed topics were flowing and I was afraid the time might not be enough to finish all. After the fourth large, BILESH’s face changed, voice increased and we three became silent gaping at him.

 He said pointing saji and me “I hate you guys you spoiled my name in meppayil I hate you”

We realized he started to make his signature and it is really interesting to see others drunken when you are not.

 SETHUETTAN asked politely leaning forward tapping on BILESH’s back slightly with right hand,

“ hey what is the matter? What happened to you?” I am pretty sure there was a little bit teasing smell in that question

Then BILESH started his heart touching sad story holding the glowing whisky glass in right hand, shaking his head and eyes pointed far away….

“ I was the best bowler in meppayil everybody respected my pace my accuracy more over my wicket taking skill but these guys crumbled my dignity by hitting consecutive sixes. They demolished my reputation I hate them….

The volcano burst out and burst out so seriously….. hmmmm  we had a subject to laugh

Why didn’t you try to go for a Yorker? SETHUETTAN asked wearing a very serious expression on his face

“but the first six I got was in a Yorker, he stepped out and hit over my head” I hate them I hate them” he nodded

“Oh sad so you should have tried to go for a short pitched bowl keeping the ball like this and cutting in to the body, or a beamer or a body line”…suggested SETHUETTAN even more seriously showing how to keep the ball and the action

BILESH replied shaking his head , SETHUETAA  you are not understanding, we can try all such things to class batsmen, these guys are just attacking wild, no class no techniques just hit and hit no respect for the game”

He continued, don’t you believe me? Ok I will call a fellow player

He picked the phone and dialed to trivandum

Tring tring….. tring tring……. Hello

Da you remember the guys hit us for six?

What?????

Don’t you remember in meppayil when we were playing…..?

Cut the call you bloody, you called me now to ask about this????

 !@#$#@%^&* (considering the ladies and gentlemen reading this article’,this part has been sencered by the author)

Any way to share his feeling we moved to the fifth round

SETHUETTAN was drinking like some very natural thing happening like blinking the eye or breathing something like that. First the alcohol then some water the mixing will be done inside…

We three continued to talk and at one point of time we found the cricketer dead and made his signature. I reached my limit and I put the glass upside down. Symbolic representation of I am retiring. I didn’t want to show my capacity by having more; you know it is very hard to drink alcohol and why to waste all the hard work you have done by vomiting???? Saji and SETHUETTAN continued to two more

I already started to see everything as in AVTAR the 3D movie.

Finally we came out of that splendid BAR, SETHUETTAN asked us to catch an auto not to ride the bike back

What????? Are you questioning our capacity??? Credibility???? Confidence???? Skill???? NOOOOOO we will ride back …..no question of auto

Ok said SETHUETTAN with a teasing smile and he took the dead body in an auto and went back to his room.

As we passed around 2 minutes we realized that this ride not going to be smooth, we are not perfectly under control. In fact not under control at all.Ok let us go very slow said saji because if some accident happens it will be great shame for us our reputation and the capacity will be questioned. What will the people think??? Let us keep it between us and proceed sloooooowwwww……

20 km/hr was the upper most limit we set still SOMRAS the drink of the gods cheated us. It was a small hump (I strongly believe something has to be done about these humps on the road. lot of humps then zebra lines then yellow lines then traffic signal too much headaches) front tire went smoothly and back tire didn’t. We fell near adayar. Lucky that no one was around  . Saji resisted the falling with his hands leaving scar on his inner palm. Stupid guy how can he eat something tomarrow? It will be great pain if it touches with MASALA and CURRIES. I intelligently used my face rather than using hands to block. Ok I got big scratch on my eye brow and cheek but I can eat with my hands tomorrow and secondly I can reduce my glamour all I decided in that fraction before my face touching the road.

We looked each other and continued back to the flat. Only next day we realized the souvenir of the last night and it was not brilliant idea to use the face, there was no conscious to use the hands.

Anyway thanks for the football we put the scar on it. Some question arose how we can get the scratch together since we play in the same team….. Well there is no question in the world a KADATHANADAN can’t answer………

Drinking kills, at least it will make you a scar face on your  friend’s marriage day