Clean Slate
I was happy to meet them again. Was excited to some extent,
honestly, the company of good friends always makes me feel better. I expected
them also to be there but I had decided to not hold any grudge against anybody
and just take it easy. This was my natural reflex system at its best which
ensures that people don’t affect me negatively ever.
So, I entered their place with my usual exuberance, all
prepared to celebrate the birthday party. The hosts as expected gave a warm
welcome. As I met the hosts, my eyes fell upon them. There was a visible palpation at both
of the sides. Still, a hesitant hello softened with a layer of fake smile
followed. Voila, It was not too bad for a start. Soon, the glasses were full
with the diluted Bourbon whisky, glasses clinking with a vociferous cheers.
Another quick round followed amid casual chit chats. They were around all this
while and it seemed that the cautious and hesitant approach has automatically
become a new protocol for any bonding, if it existed, between us. I didn’t know
who expected what. Well, sorry for my naivety, but even in the first place I
never expected a small incident to go out of proportions that way. So, I held
to myself and didn’t bother much. The party continued.
People never believed me when I told them that it’s not the
spirits but it’s the real and usual me who happens to be the loud, somewhat crazy, overly extrovert and the go-getter fellow. The
influence of spirits on the other hand brings forth the inner most person, who
is, a loner, lost in the melancholic renditions of Mohd Rafi, scarred at many
places, soft and easily vulnerable. I told them also over a telephonic conversation
after the incident that don’t blame my inebriated state of mind because what
ever happened, the onus was on me, who was fully conscious of everything that
took place. So, I was 5 pegs down now and the same vulnerable insider crawled
back into my head. After a very long time, I lost my connection with myself.
The insider had come out, right there visible on my face. I struggled to kick
him back in as I don’t like others to reveal my weaker self. But, it was all
abortive. I remember that after a very long time I had tried to feel drunk. So
be it. Every small memory of that otherwise brilliant party night came right
there in front of my eyes. Every word spoken or unspoken appeared. I could see
the abrupt appearance of creases over my forehead. There were questions
everywhere. I had answers of every damn question and I urged to answer them
right there on everybody’s face. The excessively gathered energy in the absence
of an apt vent had started destroying my brain cells. Pretty soon, I could not
withstand them. I could feel their presence everywhere and I was getting
negatively affected. The more I got affected, the angrier I got, for I was
never so weak to be perturbed so easily. Let
it go…..could not. So, I decided to leave.
V R Bhardwaj
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