our eureka moment.

am again back to ma fav. topic.. wat else but boozing. everytime i booze i come across very strange and head wobbling experiences.. i doubt if it is similarly refreshing for others as it is for me..
it was my officewalla's bachelor party, as we are very few mallus in office, the party was a vry closed affair with a handful of invitees.. me and faizoo wre tre to grace the occasion..it was a good round, with some serious altercations flowing through..the party ended quite late in nite an i,faizoo an our harley, the honda activa raised to f7 suryodaya complex.. it was fun riding through th nearly empty six lanes through the nite..faizoo was havin a field day, yelling out at the overtaking lorrywallas the consequences of Drivin fast in crude kizhikoddan malayalam ..
was home vry soon an as was the routine aravi had by then entered his fourth hour of sleep.. had to really do some plain singing along with some loud bangs on the doors to wake him up..tre wre no lights in room an aravi had to literally smile @ us to make us know tat he was at the door..he employs this technique whenever he enconters someone in dark.. he added tat its a gud nite waitin for us as tre was no power in the room and was vry hot inside..
i laid on the bed.. didnt quite cared to change my dress.. i was bdly in need of a 8hr sleep..i was desperately trying to enter the 8hr sleep module.. the groans and growls made by aravi were turning more vocalin the nite..mosquitoes wer also doing their part to spoil ma nite..it was biting me oll over and i was forced to hear its highly irritatable buzzings..
one hour passed and i was cursing verythin by then..it was then i felt as if somethin hitting my face almost constantly..i switched on the lights (power came by then) i saw my nemesis, an vowed to kill each of the moquitoes b4 thinking of rest..but on a closer look i found that moqueis were not anything near to wat i have seen before.the moqueis looked Completely lost..they were doing the unthinkable.
they were flying all over, slamming straight into the walls,hitting ma face as though trying to push me away, was landing on its nose and was doing turns and twists in mid air..it was just like observing an air show with all those fighters doings unimaginable manouevers.
the most pleasent thing was it was no longer after my thick red fluid.it was just like mosqueiis wer shaking itself to the tunes of drug smelling dum maro dumm..i was really fascinated by their unusual flight patterns and their deaddiction to ma blood..i began to ponder for the reasons for this sudden mood reversal..
i woke up faizoo too and at 2 pm we both were studying the behavioural overtures of mosqueiis..suddenly faizoo quipped why r these bloody nanos behaving as if drunk..
it made sense..yupp eurekaa!!! u said it faizoo.. they are drunkk!!
i was never in doubt about the traces of vodka running through ma veins.the blood it suck in ma first hour at the bed did the trick..there wud have been quite obviously been appreciable amts of vodka in me and add faizoo to it, it become quite a mouthful for the hapless little terrorists. it becomes quite a lethal conc of alcohol for the mosqueiis to serve in..this wud no dbt been the mosquies first brush with these deadly liquids .. so it cudnt probably handle it well..first time drinks are is equal measures unforgettable and un forgoving.
unforgettable cos it makes you feel you have grown up and unforgiving cos the after effects it brings along (see my earlier posts for more). the mosquies were also learning the first lessons of boozing the hard way.
me and sighed a huge relief in solving tis tuff case and we cheered each others intelligentia in cracking th case..we patted each others back and showcased extreme brotherhood camaraderie by vowing not to kill the "fellows who lost their senses " and to leave them on their pursuit of complete mental liberation.
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At the end only a boozer can truly understand the mood complexities of another boozer, however small it be!!