A story on bottlenecks

The bottle of course was fast draining now. I had held on to it for a whole year, only taking small, tiny, occasional amounts from it. That was all gone now. But I was now past caring and I was also fast becoming maudlin (all bright).

I said with tears smarting in my eyes. (It was smoke really. I can’t touch alcohol without smoking through it)

Do you mind cousin?

I do.

What do you mind?

I mind everything.

You do?

I bloody well do!

Well I am interested in life.

No bloody way!

Honest to god.

Gosh man, how much is the subscription?

He tipped the plate of red potato chips in to his mouth direct. His eyes were misty. But I still had some sense left in me. He is an idiot, this cousin of mine, I thought ruefully.

I wanted to kill him. Subscription, what in the name of god….

What the hell are you blabbering about?

He peered at me steadily for some moments.

It is a magazine isn’t it? LIFE magazine. I have seen one or two issues…. God this liquid is harsh. Does it have to taste so bad?

A magazine? Cousin, it is this maggoty life I am talking about.

No… your not!

I am too.

The hell you are. Oh…….you are now?

Yes. That's why I blog.

Bull.

On swami saranam.

Bull.

OK on my own bloody zygote.

Don’t go there. There was no call for that. I believe you.

You do?

Well …you have the bottle!

Don’t blabber, and tell me your opinion.

My opinion?

Yours.

Why?

I have the bottle.

You have the bottle.

Its mine.

And you want opinion.

I want opinion.

No other way round?

None.

You have a blog

I have one.

God, that is gross man! Never expected it of you! You should never have done that.

Why is that Mr. Heep? Can’t I wucking frite?

You see, you have put me in a pred …. predi…

Predicament?

That is it. And who is this Heep guy?

You.

No I mean actually?

Charles Dickens.

Anyway let me consider it.

Being ever so inconsiderate up to now, that is?

Exactly. Now sh..sh I am being serious here… Bull!

I still can kick you out of the room.

Hell. Pour the liquid on. Let it flow.

This is Chivaz Regal son. The flow is ebbing.

Pops, tell me, who was this guy Chivaz.

The boy was a girl. It came from ‘She was Regal’

Was she?

Could have been.

Nothing is sure in life is it? Where were you then? Well here are my views.

So you are interested in life, what of it? So is every one, even suicides are so. They do away with their lives because they can’t live the sort of lives they want! What is so special about your life and views that others should know about? More importantly why trouble them with it? Why not leave them alone!

I was pissed.

Sorry cousin, I can’t, for I have found an answer to some terrible questions here! It goes like this:

Every one of us occupies a definite bit of space and possibly a special type of time that we could call our own in this universe

He roared

Guys don’t listen to him, this guy is bad.

I did not care a hoot and went on.

Naturally it follows that all of us are unique and in that sense our lives and views are definitely worth relating….
He was having it good by this time.

You have made your statement and have won your point. But do you really have something to tell us?

Well doesn’t everyone have something to relate for that matter cousin, the problem is finding someone to listen to it.

My god, you want to make others listen too. Good grief, you are into it big way man.

I have the bottle.

Well did I say anything, anything at all? You go on, you lord, duke king and emperor. You divine incarnate.

Question.

Fire.

How do I make them listen to this cry from the wilderness? There could be a billion bloggers around and every one with their own thing to say, with their own special cocktail to serve. Who could say which of them would appeal to others?

By this time I was again growing all bright (Maudlin). Yet I continued resolutely.

None can. But that need not deter me, for this is an existential requirement…..

“Exist potential requirement?

Existential – on the basis of we being alive- requirement.

There are such?

So I gather.

This world is bad.

I had been pretty well worked up by then.

You see cousin my blog is a statement that a certain incarnation have visited this earth and had labored with the rest to produce this interesting thing we call life! But was my support really necessary to produce it?

It sure does.

Will you keep quite for a moment? Can’t you see, actually it is not a question of necessity even, it is a question of being here and being a part of it, which fortunately or unfortunately I am.

For us you mean.

Cousin you are interrupting my flow of thought. I have the bottle. Don’t forget that. The harder I try the less chance I find of removing myself from the scheme of things in the universe. I might remove myself from one sphere but would have to materialize in some others then.

You would haunt us as a ghost too! Wouldn’t let us live? You have everything pretty well worked out…….

I was suddenly losing him. It was then that I suddenly decided he is less important than my bed. So naturally I do not remember anything after that.