Well you thought that you would have a great time watching those depressing matches this year yet again...so you gather your pool of friends and enter the kitchen first time in your life because you are the host.
You think of innumerable dishes which you definitely can't cook so herein you ask your younger sister who's a far better cook than you to help you out.
She helps you and you prepare what... FRENCH FRIES..!! Yeah probably the last dish on your mind.
So the food (oh so called food is ready) and you sit with beers and coke and you also try to bet in between to try and earn some money ( all because you are just a trainee right now and you earn peanuts)
By some irrevocable error, you win the bet and you think..' Oh wow nothing can go wrong today. '
But when that beer kicks in you are brought back to reality and the mess you are in right now which neither the IPL matches or your fries can fix, you remember the details of your day and the reason for inviting your friends over.
And now you ponder, what the hell am I doing...I need some time alone....to hell with the matches and the party...I have to think...I have to plan.
One more beer down and you flush away these thoughts and you look at the faces you have invited and you think...' I need to fix my life. '
Three beers down and you are in bed and you write stupid things and think...
' I want few things back in life' , but the question for the night and the three bottles down stupid drinker is...
' Would those things ever come back to you? '
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