It started with a small peg with my elder cousin brother and went on to become a habit. I was in denial for so long that it is something that I do occasionally, but the truth was, I was habitual and it transformed me into a raging alcoholic.

When I say raging alcoholic that doesn’t mean that I ever created hindrances in others lives (Maybe at times) or it ever came in between my study plans or other important stuffs. But at one point I was so sure that I wouldn’t make through my life without it…

… And when I realized that I’m addicted to it, I decided to quit. Because nothing in this world can make sense when you’re high enough to not care about anything. Now I’m almost 3 years clean and super proud of the fact that alcohol does not control my plans.

Yesterday I shared a picture of scotch bottles and got an amazingly engaging response on whatsapp which made me wonder whether this proxy war that we are at with ourselves is making us all lose our true selves.

Alcohol brings no good time. But what it brings along with it is a burden. Burden of addiction. What people may argue is that it also brings freedom. Yes, it does bring freedom. Freedom to be carefree, freedom to enjoy yourself, but what it also brings along with it is an abuse of that freedom, either by yourself or by the person being carefree along with you.

What I can advise you guys is that try to enjoy this life, this freedom, in your senses. And if you are one of those who think that they can handle their drink because they drink responsibly then remember that your fun ends where someone else’s nose begins.

It’s your choice to pick your habits and interests, but remember that your choices can also make ripples of goodness in this world and lives of those who care about you.

Happy Holi.