The Fall of Icarus

The below piece of work is an inseparable part of my whimsical life. The title of the article is related to a Greek mythological character which fell from sky after the wax joining the wings to his body get burnt on getting nearer to the sun resulting him drowning into the sea.

Drinking, if it’s a blended grapevine, is considered a bad habit. After the fresher’s party my seniors taught me --- No Party Without a Whisky … and unlike many things that people forget in state of amnesia after the exams... I have crammed these words of wisdom throughout my life. Throwing light over the story here a friend of mine is a very casual drinker :- That means he doesn’t mind drinking in casual clothes.

Every second night or so he allure us to accompany him in his boozy nigh outs. Personally I have been really fond of Bihari friends .. they have this peculiar persona that they can really convince you in any matter … be it proposing your biology teacher or using an iron rod over “this is my seat” issues. So my dear friend from the Great Bihar was successful in taking us out for a party (which we were supposed to be giving, no occasion specified). He really has this habit which I am very fond of (after his Snoring capabilities)- “if something is for free , I am a Champ”. So it happens every single time – he proved his prowess in beating all of us with his “Drink more if you can” bets. The affection quotient of people usually reach heights after 4 pegs… You know what – You are my Besssst Friend. I have encountered 125 “I Love You” in my life but ironically all of them were from stinking Guys mouths. After 55 hugging and 23 kisses on my cheeks and hands I suggested its time for Lets Go Pleas. The Ordeal starts here…………….

I have been thinking about the analogies of situations many a times.. after 5 unsuccessful attempts of lifting the champ from his chair I really shared the moment of grief with Bhajji when Inzy bhai is standing in front of invisible stumps. Anyways the kind soul always help them out by his philanthropic running. So my enlightened beloved friend helped us out by standing up himself. Golden Rule :- if you want a Bihari to do something for you – Don’t ask him to do that... just wait for him to think about it. The best part of the booze nights are returning home…. After 20 min of thought provoking debates as to who is fit for driving and who is sitting on Red Bike … the journey began. It’s been said by Newton’s Brother-in-law that after 850 ml of alcohol in the body the gravitational force of the earth gets reduced by 43%. As my lightened friend felt like flying in Deccan-Air over the bike… a huddle was formed securing the flight by 3 bikes around so that it isn’t transformed into an MIG-21.

Its said that – When you think its over, stop thinking and start acting. When the Air-Deccan stopped for re-fuelling, the passenger in the executive seat hallucinated being on parachute. He opened up his arms and tested the decreased Gravity. As the contact was made with the cozy side-way he just went into deep meditation state. Anyhow people around the enlightened soul couldn’t relate to the divine feeling and gathered around in hope of some blessings from the Divine Soul. As some police petrol party joined the party … we felt like transporting the silent monk from the scene to his temple. Finally lifting the divine body which was shockingly not of same weight as the enlightened soul ; the body was sandwiched between two members of the illuminati group and finally dragged to his chamber in the temple. The words of wisdom were coming so slowly and heavenly that no one could share the knowledge. Then the words were converted magically into fluid form and showered all around the monks bed that carried a sweet fragrance of wisdom with it. Understanding the divine rendezvous of the soul with the Heavenly Lights… the worshippers decided to leave the body alone within its powerful smelling Aura….

The morning started with the coming back to Earth issues and the earthly body was handed over a water bucket and broom to wash away the reminiscent of the overnight magical moments……. What followed was the oath of never touching that bottle again. Have I told before – I lost that count.