Now I know why...

This thing called Wisdom,
is so unfair -
offers me lucidity,
and charges me in hair.

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Two guys, one in a full suit, carrying his laptop, two large shots of scotch.
A meeting after a long time, catching up.
Two more large shots, with soda.
Work woes, business, Mumbai. Exchange stories, old friends.
Two more.
Singing along loudly with Stain'd, Aerosmith, and YYYYY M C A!
Two more.
Crowd at the bar. Pretty maids all in a row. Doom metal.
MTV producer gets friendly.
Two more.
Restricting access to the bar. Out of cigs, so start charging people in cigarettes, to let them through to the bar. Singing louder. Slurring slightly.
Spin Doctors.
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MMMMM CCCC AAAAAA!!! Bartenders all up on the bar and the tables.

Two more.

Plastered.
Vision, hand-eye co-ordination, and locomotion impaired. Return of the MTV dude. A crazy bet scrawled on a paper napkin, and co-signed. Standing on the chair and random handing out of business cards.
Discussions on guitars, music, northie people and mallu girlfriends.

Kitchen closed.
Stagger out. Everything's a blur.
Eat what might have been veg Biryani at seedy hotel.
Seriously vision impaired by now. Risk going back to the hotel alone.

45 minute cab ride. Make some unknown number of random drunk-dial calls.
300 rupees.

Two guys, one bottle of Scotch.
Four thousand rupees.

One night at The Hard Rock Cafe, Mumbai.

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