merry christmas

i had five large pegs of rum in less than three hours. i had roast pork, chilli pork along with it. i sang, i danced and freaked the shit out of my friends, then with superb dignity and exemplary self control i asked for a bucket in which to throw up. i was handed one. i did the needful. then i washed it with detergent and antiseptic. then with equal poise and sobriety i said my goodbyes, was escorted home where my mother thrust the telephone into my hand and said "talk to your aunt!". i did.i discussed the merits and demerits of the present system of education (i think!) then i talked to my parents about bangla theatre in the 1970s. i politely declined dinner,read shakti and neruda side by side and discovered hitherto unfound significance in familiar images and rhetoric. then i discussed the various aspects of literature for two hours with a friend. i read "robibaar" for the two hundred and thirty second time and went to sleep. i have new found respect for myself. seldom have i seen a more intellectually inclined,dignified puker.
p.s. i woke up at five because of loose motion.