Book

Usually week days are hectic. Don’t get much time to do anything except for the regular activity. So I read my books during week ends.

Most of my Fridays end up sleeping with laptop on, room light on, unfinished drink, opened Lays, half dropped quilt. I sleep late that day, usually 2 in the morning if not 3. I don’t have control over my sleep at that point of time. My body and mind surrender to all the work load of a week and alcohol contain to Vodka. I fall down usually to the unexplored territory of my bed.

After a good 60ml shot I am relaxed, body and mind pressure is gone. It’s same me but not exactly. Then the shots will follow like mob crossing road at Rani Phokari- randomly, with different speed and sizes.

Last week I watched “You kill me” where the main character is alcoholic. Later he joins some rehab center where a person will talk to mass of people about their dysfunctional behavior. He/she would start “Hi, I am ABC I am an alcoholic”. The mass will respond in chorus, “Hi ABC”.

Last Friday I was wonder if my life would also end up in a rehab. My life resembles the character perfectly well. I am single, getting old, my hair getting thinner and color fading away, I don’t have friends nearby and I was drinking. Well this is not the first time I realized my life looks like movie characters. I had similar felling when I watched “Life in a Metro”. Every scene, every situation in the movie was truth. Truth like when my friend said, “Girls…..you can’t live with them and you can’t live without them.” (Editors note-I laughed hard when she told me this.)

I wake up next Saturday usually after 9:30. Though my mind does not want to sleep my body does not give up. I have this strange taste in my mouth. This is because I missed brushing my teeth before I go to sleep Friday (well technically its Saturday). This unusual smell inside my mouth I can smell with my mouth close. I am too lazy to go and brush. Instead I arrange pillow and garb unfinished book lying on the table nearby the bed. Open the page where small piece of the visiting card emerging out and I start reading.

So I am wondering if I would be like that dog who salivates when he hears the bell. But I could not figure it out if I would follow book when I wake up late and lazy or when I read book I seek for laziness and that smell and taste in my mouth.