'Drinking away to glory'....she says...

They drink coz they like to drink.Period.
They work hard the whole week long so mugs of beer bring them respite.
New year celebrations are incomplete without booze…
Who am I to turn judgmental and brand them as drunkards?
Nah…they don’t become bad men only coz they splurge away on liquor…
Am I going to drill sense into them and say its detrimental to health….no way….nor am I going to walk the clichéd path & remind them that it cud have been money well spent had they bought anything except drinks…
Alcoholics Anonymous Associations thrive along the city borders, so there are people who do realize…
Bouts of drinks….animalistic tendencies…sobriety replaced by obscenity….foul language…beating up wives….picking up fights…well, they say it only happens to the so called uneducated masses that drink the country made cheap liquor….

If drinking does add class & finesse then I am all for it….but what about the rash driving, the accidents, the deaths….another example of a classy act? Yeah…yeah…nearly everyone drinks and nothing’s ever happened to them…all these unpleasant things happen to the Others….atleast , I can hope that people do take care and restrain after a bout or two….but who cares to listen to the waves confined to the pages of a blog.

'Derby ride'.....She whispered...

Daddy…I shud have listened to u & come back home for the vacations….all my friends have gone home….like a ghost I haunt the barren hostel corridors…never thought I wud feel so miserable on 25 dec & miss eating cakes …31st december is going to be another lonely day, deserted by friends, cooped up in a pigeon hole….flashes of childhood memories keeping alive the bonfire to make me stay warm …marooned in a cold city…

Was reminded of those derby rides that u took me to….in my winter holidays...it brings a smile on my face when I remember how tightly I used to clutch ur hand , scared that I might get lost in the fair and never see u again….
Round and round in dizzying circles….sitting on an adorable horse and holding on to a pretty golden rod for dear life , swirling in undulating waves…eyes scanning you amidst the milling crowds as my head spun in a tizzy…. .and flashing that toothy smile at you everytime the derby ride brought u in my field of view…I was so much in awe of the silent presence that stood there patiently while I have my share of fun on those fun rides….ummm….life’s been a derby ride too….u’ve stood back and given me enough liberty to make my own choices, get atop and have my share of fun in these derby rides….but at the end of the day, u’ve always wanted to have me running back to u…..
What if daddy, this one time…I don’t want to leave my choice , what if I don’t want to part ways with this horse that I have grown to love…
For I don’t want this derby ride to end….even if u tempt me with offers of other derby rides with better options...will you be disappointed in me for already making up my mind that I don’t want to have a go at a derby ride on 19 Jan?