Life in a Metro

Of alochol, women and a stranger.
A birthday evening, people start coming in. Alcohol starts pouring and in a few hours, most guests are slightly buzzed if not more. Blaring music, both rock and roll and the bollywood type play in the background. Soon a neighbour comes complaining, and the volume goes down. People dance to the music, the heartbroken guy and the girl-who-drinks-till-7 are quite drunk and start dancing close.
In the meantime, the Child-of-June invites the stranger-in-his-40s over, he comes, entertains us all with his crazy behaviour and soon passes out. His girlfriend is much awaited, soon she arrives, disappoints the men, and has to leave for her friend who's parents want her back home. In the meantime, the married couple start fighting over winding up and going home, the woman wants to stay and the husband says either you come now or never She starts bickering over how married life sucks and curtails her freedom. Soon, she cries, gives up and has to leave. Another bored chap says how he is missing someone (seems fake) and takes the opportunity and leaves with them.
The birthday boy gets an expensive gift from someone-who-he-is-not-his girlfriend. Another quiet guy who-doesnt-tell-girls-he-works-for-jumbo is just sitting around passing random comments. Soon, the heartborken guy and the drunk hippie girl start making out in the balcony, lock the bedroom door and stay inside for hours while the rest sit outside making fun at them and the passed out stranger who is salivating and constantly getting hiccups in his sleep. Some of us get tense, check if he is breathing, and then decide to let him sleep. Apparently, he pissed in his pants at night too. When he woke up, he was asked to leave.
The music lovers play songs on the guitar all evening for the guests and for each other. At 4 am, I decide to leave, as I have witnessed enough in my sober state (thanks to the mycoplasma-who-breed-asexually). I was bored and out of place for much of the evening, mostly because I was sober and because I do feel I am living in a different zone right now as compared to the rest of us. I feel disconnected with most of the music, the people and the lives they are leading. I come back home, take my medicines and as I lie down, I wonder, are our lives as fucked up as I think they are? Or is it me out of place and out of time?

As Lennon would put it - Imagine no possessions..

Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can...
Why are people obsessed with possessions? Possessing the biggest and fanciest house, the funkiest car, the latest electronic gadgets, the tons of clothes, bags and shoes.
It is so difficult to talk about your experiences, memories and opinions, and so easy to talk about the new mall on the street, the latest sales and promotions and the latest apps on your funky phone.
Even though you may have the latest phone with the latest applications, giving you updates by the minute, why is it so difficult for you to know the top news stories of the day?
Are these possessions making us better people, richer human beings, more intellectual, more sensitive to feelings and emotions, or are they just turning us into morons incapable of an intellectual mind and a human heart?
Can we imagine no possessions for some time?