Spirits...

In spite of my sincere attempts, I have never been able to develop a liking for alcohol. Why? I don't have reasons. Somehow my pale figure and the yellow, brown or colourless liquid do not gel. Now, if I have it in less amount, I feel disgruntled that I have spend money but still not got the full value out of it and if I overdo, then I regret, why I did so. Hence, whenever someone calls me to his place with alcohol as bait, I generally give any reason that comes to mind so as to avoid this socialising or entertainment. Let me clarify, that I have nothing against those who have a good relationship with the daughter of the grapes, irrespective of, whether they like their drink to get over in some light years or those who finish it in a wink, as if someone was to steal it. Ok,by the way, why I am writing this?


Well, Z called me up as expected. Since it was more than a week that we were avoiding calling each other, this was very much on the cards. Another common factor was N. I'll speak about him a bit later. So Z, as he always does after such incidents, asked me to come over to his place for the 'season of Rum' has started. Of course! Why not was my first reaction. But soon realisation bottled my spirits. So, unlike some past years Z and Me were not able to celebrate the onset of 'season of Rum.' He tried to cheer me up and I responded with hollow, verbose and philosophical statements. Interestingly, I've noticed this that if one of us go philosophical the other tries to sound materialistic. May be one of these days, I'll ask him to ponder upon this and then like all times we will say - "Yeh baat, aaj ham pehli baar kar rahein hai na."(We are talking about this stuff for the first time). Though, we both know that somewhere we must have talked about it nth no. of times.



Since Z is back with A, so most of the times his phone is busy. Also he told me that he is speaking on the same phone that he had once broken in anger. It again made me think, whether it's as easy to repair a relationship, like repairing a mobile and if so then I disdain the idea. Not to forget, the scar always remains and no amount of repairing can do justice to it.

Coming back to N. Well this was what that basically made Z ring me up. N is going to Arunachal, insurgency area. We're discussing about it, it has been long since we three have met, who knows how many such chances we will get. I'm sure none of us thinks about it but the desire is there. Anyhow, we discussed N, not discussing in fact debating - is N's misery better or we squanderers score a brownie. Also, Z then told that how he could not control his tears after getting that professional break. I wondered have I ever cried coz stuff like this? No, I guess. May be even I deserve to weep, of course for good reasons. It has been ages, may be the last time was when my grandpa died, some six years ago.


So I asked Z, "Will you cry, if N dies in an insurgency operation?" He said, "I don't know that but one thing I'm sure, I'll be the proudest friend that day." Bang! Z you won my heart, once again.

So that was one of the longest call that I attended in the past few weeks. I like it. My mobile silence narrates a thousand tales. Hey! Does each mobile has a tale of it's own? How interesting it would be read a book, which is written by mobiles. Describing their owners joys, happiness, plight…..nah may be I'm watching too much of cartoons. But I hate to tell that I classify cartoons as unsuccessful….why? Because we leave them as we grow up but you know what, they are there, the same, waiting for us, with their tales…. though unsuccessfully.



P.S - I have left enough indications to Z & N that I'm dying to get Dalrymple's latest book, lets see who takes the clue. Also check out my favourite cartoon of this week, Mr. SpongeBob.