Thursday, July 12, 2012

Wisdomful Young Monks

The young monks in the house settle around a bottle of the beloved Old Monk tonight - a bottle which I love, which I dread. This is the middle of the week; get my hint?

I've transformed the experience, though, by preparing a Punch, promising blissful drinking sans contorted facial expressions. I won't be divulging the formula of this delicious concoction here to you common people who merely look for ways to score with girls easier and quicker. But I must detail on the great lengths I went to get the liquor - jumping up and down the closed gates to find it out of stock, then setting off for the distant market, where I find myself with just enough for the bottle, but with none left for the coupla' Thums-Ups to mix drink with. With only the alcohol at hand, concocting a mix was necessary.

Now as we settle into offsetting an inconspicuous day with a more colorful evening, I wonder if this is all that we'll finally settle into. The culture of hanging all hopes on a blend of spirits is passe for guys like us who are too familiar to the futility of it all. It was only a few months back that a cry came from the human depths of Y to highlight the crisis and the habit we had pushed ourselves into - us supporting that argument under our voices of disagreement. And now, just like that, we're going full throttle into the same habit. Karma Police needs to keep a check on us, or our lives would only end a cheap imitation of living that passes as agreeable in this deplorable society - one of ignorance, indulgence, imperfection.

The alcohol, however, is not to be blamed anymore - no let us not even disillusion us with an assurance that getting 'rid' of some habit will make it all good. Let us not set fire to our strawmen here. The normal course of events bring us back to what we run from. What all could one run away from, after all - does one abandon their lover just because the emotion is too distracting, or abandon parents for pushing one into a social realm? If something is our tendency, then let's be okay with it.

What we should reflect on is why we are in this ambiguous territory of being ok with it, and not being ok at the same time. I might even propose a complete cleavage from our more normal habits - our sanities - to observe the emergent nature of indulging in insanity in our lives.

With Y claiming to be at the crux of a breakthrough into social psychology, the night looks interesting. I, though, feel that he's attributing too much of genius into this thought, which could readily be found on some bookshelf at the railway station or in a Anees Bazmee movie script in our Bollywood.

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