Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Epiphany!

I find myself having joined the ranks of the thousands of drunks who facing down a toilet bowl full of their half-digested food suddenly decide that enough is enough and finally have the guts to admit that they have a 'slight' drinking problem. On saturday night I was at some WIFW party and well, to put it bluntly, my old friend Johnnie snuck up behind me and whacked across the skull with a bottle. And matters were made worse by dear friend Doc (when the models come to play, others follow...) who discovered that Red Bull and Johnnie Black make for an amazing combination.
I do not know what happened after two at night, its like a blur. I could have slobbered all over someone, and if I did I really apologise. Somehow at four in the morning I found myself hurtling at 180k's down towards Noida and beyond in my car and it took me a second to realise that a friend was driving it. Then I ended up at another friends house, who just heard me on the phone and figured that I might kill myself if I got home and generally that I needed someone to make sure nothing happened. Net-net, on Sunday I woke up with not the mother of all hangovers, because I did throw-up, but I felt like shit. I still feel like shit, and its Tuesday.
I have no idea how much daaru I tanked down, but I'm pretty sure it must have dangerously close to "Let me try and kill myself" levels. I don't know who I'm kidding, I'm not 18 anymore and I can't pull off such stunts without doing serious damage. So I have made the following decisions.
For reasons slightly to do with health and self-preservation, I am not drinking for the next three weeks - that is until I turn Thirty minus two. OK, I will leave myself a little loophole, which is that my only drinking will be white wine, and a maximum of two glasses of that. After my birthday, we will hit the gambling season, and even though I'm sure Johnnie and his dear friend Jack plan to pay me several vists over those days, I will hopefully manage to enjoy their company a bit less.
Plus, I have started walking/jogging again. OK, so it was basically an excuse to buy some nice new shoes, but still.

9 comments:

GBO said...

1) How do you do 180 kmph in an Alto?

2) Free kee peeto ho then media kaise chalegaa?

K said...

Alto nahin tha sir, Civic tha - digital speedo and all... Aur free daaru ke bina Media nahin chalegaa!

Anonymous said...

Stick to Beer m8. Tht will keep u safe .

GBO said...

Free daaroo type of media is not what your destiny or potential is. Been there, seen the horizon, brought up many a sunrise in a haze and now get your head together and do start working on showing your stuff as well as standing out from the crowd a lot more.

Do you want to see the file they have on you with the PR companies?

Stop puking, instead, throw it back at their faces the next time.

Please and thanks.

Bonatellis said...

i heard one of the big guns have quit ...

K said...

GBO : The PR file on me, well, lets see now - I guess the term 'alcoholic' (I'm working on getting that out...) would be there along with 'asks a lot of inane questions which piss off his peers'...
Bona : #2 is going, and I'm a bit distraught!

GBO said...

No boss, alcoholic is not what it says, though there is that category too.

Words like "malleable", "controllable" and best of all, the PR favourite, "managed resource" is what seems to be coming up.

Who kwit? I am fed up of infotech and want to get back into the New Brave Credible Media . . .

GBO said...

No boss, alcoholic is not what it says, though there is that category too.

Words like "malleable", "controllable" and best of all, the PR favourite, "managed resource" is what seems to be coming up.

Who kwit? I am fed up of infotech and want to get back into the New Brave Credible Media . . .

Bonatellis said...

yeah, you see his new boss and the Man-who-made-him are good friends ...
bad loss for u guys.