TITLE: High on....... By deeksha bhatia 04/30/06 |
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Recently, I was obliged enough to attend a small social get- together. Did I say obliged? Yes, I was obliged for it gave me an opportunity to scribble down something. As I entered the venue, a small hall, I could see people from all the genres spread all over. In the best of his attire, everyone had a different story to tell. Swaying in the environment was the soft music enriching it with an unknown yet ecstatic sensation. There were people who were too excited to talk to anyone and there were ones, who clued-up everyone about their latest acquisitions (for instance, the recent brand they bought or what’s latest on the block, in short, gossip). And obviously, there were several sad souls as well who could think of nothing better to do but sit in a lone corner and give others a ‘why-the-hell-are-you-so-happy?’ look. And then, after an hour of healthy discussions, soft music and soft drinks, took place the changeover. The soft music was replaced by hard rock, mock tails by cocktails and the so called sane and ratinal discussions with wild dance.
I ,being a non-drinker accompanied the gathering with a glass of orange juice. Eventually, the effect of alcohol was visible. Vodka, beer, wine and what not…many bottles opened and so did those sad souls. They started to come up with their tragic stories and the gossip mongers, ironically, were lost in themselves. The party was being enjoyed to the fullest by everyone including me as not even for a moment was I deprived of observing something interesting. Not that only I was the one with a non-alcoholic drink in my hand. There were several others as well but many of them seemed to be too mystified to understand anything. After an interesting show that carried on for hours, I realized that it was getting exhausting. With a desire to get some fresh air and decision to get back to my routine, I thanked the host for the wonderful party who too was obviously high. ‘High on vodka or high on life’- I couldn’t really get it. Bidding goodbye to a few of my close friends who were out of their senses I said- catch ya tomorrow.
Yep, catch ya tomorrow morning when instead of vodka shots, you’d desperately be in need of lemonade shots and headache pills. Smiling to myself, I headed towards the exit.
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