Party

OK. Enough is enough! I am tired of this shadow fighting. Of late, for the last three-four days, I have started thinking too much. An unusual trait and a sure shot way of getting doomed. I mean, who did ever thought of me using brains? Now I will head directly to the bar and empty a pitcher of beer. I am thirsty.

After someday, mother is coming over. Brother too. I will celebrate the New Year and my birthday with them. It will be a great fun. Though, room mates and friends are a little annoyed that she is coming on 31st December morning. Wild, non-stop drinking parties will be cancelled, they are afraid. They want to be all goody goody in front of her. All will pretend to be apostles of paradise, with a cross on their shoulder. But dare they express their annoyance to me! I will strip them and pour cold water at the middle of the night. Promise. That’s a Christmas resolution.

Huh! They don’t know me. I will reveal to her that I am not the only spoilt brat in the world. I am sponsoring two bottles of Antiquity. Will make them drunk. I don’t get a kick in four-five pegs. I need to drink like a fish. And I know these morons’ capacity. After a peg or two, M will start crying, remembering his past love. S will laugh incessantly because he would suddenly remember how he cheated his tutor and went for an adult movie. Know-all B will become a patient listener to H’s blabbering. And G will start dancing like a zulu.

I swear I will rally all of them in front of Maa.

And would silently plea her to forgive me for starting drinking at the mere age of fourteen.