Missing Hours

Did you ever have such an experience?? You realize few hours missing and you have no idea what happened though you were fully in your senses, well not literally 

I woke up late with a headache, probably hangover from the last day’s party. I was lying down on the floor, still in the party wear, but felt strangely happy being in a familiar place. I wanted to get up but my body wasn’t up to it, so laid there waiting for some source of sound near by.

As I was slowly slipping back to sleep it came, but with a poke.

Dude... wake up wake up.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw them observing me in a peculiar way.

Do you have any idea what you did last night???

I didn’t, rather couldn’t say anything, obviously didn’t have any idea, just gave them a blank look.

 See the way he is looking, he isn’t normal yet..

Everything has a meaning it seems... anyhow my response was the same even this time.

 Now wake up and get ready, we got to go home.

 I closed my eyes and heard them walking away laughing at something that I did last night. Nothing went inside my head; it was solely trying to connect some dots and make a picture out of it. But everything was vague.

 On the way home sitting alone by the window side I tried to gather every possible memory frames and this is what my sane mind could figure out.

Party Day

Scene 1 : Dance floor

It was a simple party with a simple plan.. You can dance and eat or dance eat have alcohol and stay insane or atleast you can watch others doing either of it and simply eat. It went like this - dappankuthu - vodka -dappankuthu - vodka again (I better be putting it in a loop) -this went on for a while- had food - tried few steps holding the plate (tried everything I knew, this was something new!!!)

Many of my colleagues left as it was getting late, they were disposed of.

(So far so good, I remember it pretty well.. )

I had enough of vodka so tried a bit of signature instead, two pegs.

Scene 2 : Boss’s Apartment

How did I reach there?? This is why experienced people say never mix brands. Or may be it wasn’t with the brand, this happens with me even when I am sober. It is safe to assume I might have just forgotten it. Anyhow I have just got a faint memory of what happened. It is something like, me trying my luck with a guitar (me and my roomy bought a guitar few days prior to this, had an initial love affair which died out soon).. Someone telling me that I told something to my boss.. and me asking him something.. no more useful frames from there(Honestly I was afraid to  investigate further)..

Two days at home didn’t do much good either.

How much did I lose?? Each and everyone from office were coming up with their own stories and looked like it was long enough for an epic.

I heard stories.. my boss making me walk over a straight line (interestingly I made it through) .. pestered everyone till they confirm that I was not drunk. In-between I look totally sane in most of the photos, I don’t remember posing for that though. And apparently this is what I asked my boss “Did I say anything to you???”.  In turn he asked me “Do you want to say anything to me??” No one knows what exactly did I say to this, there are several speculations though. I have had enough and didn’t want to know any further..

‘I know what you did that night’, every second person I met back in office told me with a mock. I gave them a humble smile said

Naan Avan allai

It wasn’t me..