Of hangovers....

Aaarrrggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!
{Pronunciation key:
A -> as in shouting... AAAAaaaa
a -> the fallout in shouting... AAAAaaaa
r -> the tongue flapping 'r' in Rrrumble
g -> the gagging sound in the neck while chocking... "G-ollum"
h -> more for creating the wind effect after the 'g'
}

That was my first reaction when i woke up today morning(rather as my neighbour just pointed out from behind my back... it was noon). For those who know me, rest assured I haven't given up my life as a teetotaler. This was after a marathon day of an exam, cricket(the gulli waala version), Lord of the rings and computer gaming. Although I have never experienced the excesses caused by alcohol, I have often wondered about why it is such a popular...... timepass/vice/hobby? It often beats me. You pay for it. It makes you act and behave abnormally. And if it is in excess then it simply refuses to stay in your body and makes its presence felt in the outside world once again. But the part which most baffles me is the hangover. I have read many-a joke, limerick and anectodes about hangovers. Also, I have seen people around me wake up to such a world which, in one person's view makes you feel like a " feather just 'hit' by a train.". It hits you, makes you lose your bearing and then even when the event is over, you are barely floating back down with no control over when you will land.

And forget booze, there is a substance of higher level, lower cost and easier access. Marijuana a.k.a Pot a.k.a Gaanja. The people who wake up after a night session with it seem to hate themselves for ever having stopped the session. There is this particular friend of mine whose way of celebrating the post exam period (Post exam, not Post exams.... During exams but after a paper) is a round of pot. He is often very irritable(Called Chid-chida in colloquial tongue) the next day. He has shown me some research papers on the net which state tht pot is not harmful hallucinogenic drug and all such crap.... apparently that is why they are legalising it in many places....

So, I initially I was just wondering what exactly is a hangover??? Is it just the toll any intoxicating substance takes on the body? As in : "You were not supposed to feed me stuff like this now look how i screw your morning!" sort of a reaction or just a psychological thing of being dragged back into the real world after a roller-coaster ride the previous night.....

Readers, Please do enlighten me...

So much for my hangover though. :)

A Beautiful morning......

Pudhu vellai mazhai indhu pozhingindrudhu....
Indhu kollai nilla udhal nanaighindrudhu....
Indhu solladha iddam koodai kullindrudhu...
Manam sondhala idam thedi allaihindrudhu....

Yeh haseen vadiyan...
Yeh khula aasmaan....
Aa gaye hum kahaan...
Oh mere saathiya....

These are the lyrics of the song tht was playing in my head(from the film Roja) this whole morning.

I didn't sleep the previous night.It was more due to the reason that I didn't feel sleepy than anything else. Then early in the morning (a time wisely called Brahmamuhurtam), a friend(dept. mate) of mine and myself decided to go to cheddi's(a 24 hr canteen) to have tea and crib abt our lives....

Yes... cribbing about our lives... As to how it was a foul moment in our lives when we wrote away 5 yrs of our life to a set of hypocritical and macheivellian humans we call "Professors of
Agriculture and Food engg, IIT kgp". To crib as to how it was unfortunate that we were in a field which had only 500 applicants for GATE, hence making a basic preparatory book unavailable ( the publishers see no profit in a gate book for agri ). To crib as to how we have been wronged by the system......

The system... isn't it always 'the system' or 'them/they' who are to blame for all those professional milestones we could not achieve.... Please do not get me wrong, this monologue has nothing to do with GATE ..... It is about finding a lacuna in your life and realising that everyone has it and it will never be filled, only ignored satisfactorily.......

As usual we cribbed... but this time there was a difference ... what that difference was,I shall not say now... nor anytime soon... what came out of that difference in attitude only time will tell...

But as the golden rays of the sun slanted down to the hallowed lanes of my(our) campus, it brought back a warmth and a sense of possibility along with it... It was as if the shafts of light were sent not to pierce the darkness but to caress the luminesce.

Then we walked back the paths to our rooms... and the beauty of the road, which had been so proudly, elegantly and hopefully been named "Scholar's avenue", was overwhelming. It was as though it was a path not to the same old dreary dorm rooms, but the road to neverland.... yes, neverland. A neverland which is as individual and unique to every person as the love of a father for his child.

The rain from the previous night had washed away the dust and tiredeness from the leaves and branches of the trees and bushes. It had suckled the tender grass on the roadside. It was as if it was mother nature herself catching hold of my finger and guiding me through the roads. In the honour of the moment the trees seemed like proud knights. each shining in their own armour of greenery and vitality.

I walked with my buddy till near his hall. stood there for sometime and took breaths of the air which seemed like ambrosia ripened to its prime. At that point the cretin had to make a 'joke'
which took me out of my trance.

The return journey to my room was not so etheral. but for the first time that i remember, my heart rang out clearly in a baritone (my chords responding to their best :D ).

It is a morning which I hope every person on the planet experiences, and if possible with his/her loved ones.....

So it begins...

Dunno how long and how consistently it will go on..............