i drank! i drank! i finally drank and got drunk! i drank whiskey. i drank brandy. i drank scotch. i drank beer. but i drank and boy i was drunk!  :D

ok, i may sound like i had alcohol for the first time but it's not. it's just that i live with this thought that "god is soon starting a new world and he is right now busy collecting 'good' people". someone told me this long time back. so, the whole point of worrying was that i was beginning to become one of those 'good' people. already, i am such a nice person (ahem!). i already don't smoke and it had been quite a while since i had 'given up' alcohol. about two months to be exact.

well, for the last two months i hadn't bothered to invite any of my friends at my place and i did attempt to drink alone but i realised that it was taking a lot of time, literally. i mean, it took me two days to finish a bottle of beer and another two days to finish a quarter of vodka where i remember emptying the second glass of vodka into the basin. plus the other thing i strictly follow is - i don't drink when i am outside home because i'll have to drive back home. and other clause is i have to go back home no matter how late it is. i hate sleeping over at someone else's place and waking up in another world apart from the one i am used to waking up to.

anyway, after those 'lets not talk about it' attempts to finish the beer and vodka, i had sort of reached the conclusion that i can no more sip alcohol. and i was beginning to worry more. was my time coming?

nevertheless, all this drinking and getting drunk thing happened at my friend's wedding reception. golly! that was the reason i was in Kerala, Cochin to be exact. Jacob, may you and Diya live happily ever after! thanks to their invitation, i finally got a chance to witness the christian marriage in full version. ok, it was done in keralish way but who cares. the organ recital. the bridal march. the choir. the exchange of vows. chiming of the wedding bells. simply beautiful and romantic. hmmm... but the only thing i felt that was missing was the line - "now, you may kiss the bride" and the action that follows it. hollywood impressions.

anyway, later that evening, while living those 'glorious drunk' moments and trying to reach heaven by drinking, i got the opportunity to help 'redecorate' the groom's bedroom. i mean, hey, not my idea. it was his sister's and cousins' idea. i was just called in to watch, for i knew nobody there except the groom and his cousin, Chacko. but then, there was this thing the girls were trying to do - blow the condoms. and how unsuccessfully. so, i just volunteered. i had never done this before and i don't know whether it's a man thing or not but to my own surprise i was able to blow a huge one. to which the girls exclaimed - "wow!". and i did mumble - "boy, size does matter." anyway, since i was voted the only person crafty enough to blow condoms the whole job of 'condom blowing' fell on my lap. there, i kinda got confused whether to be happy about it or not. because others 'use' condom and there i was - only 'blowing' it.

nevertheless, i was kind of worried that what if the condoms exploded. i mean, it is anyway bad news if the condom blows up but i was talking about the ones i had 'shaped'. i was worried because if the the condoms blew up then the newly married couple were bound to fall uncouncious due to the serious intoxication. you see, i was drinking and blowing.

anyway, after all that i did what every responsible drunk man does - passed out on a sofa.  ;)

[that was day 1 in Kerala, i still have to write in how i spent my new year's eve/day and my birthday. hope, i'll have the same enthusiasm. my heartful thanks to Jacob, Diya and their parents for their wonderful wonderful hospitality.]