The Drunkard

The drunkard in the plume of his age; he is hunted down by the judgemental eyes of people. People rambling and ranting about what societal standards does the drunkard set in the neighbourhood. He is abused at will, beaten up, laid down on the road, handed over to the police or is under the constant fear of retribution. A drunkard is a shame to his family, a mural in the garbage dumps in every nook and corner. And the drunkard wilfully accepts his plight. He believes it is his reward for setting standards; standards of optimism and hope. In a world where alcohol is advertised at will, but alcohol is legally banned beyond a certain age and limit, the drunkard is the hero. After all,for example what kind of politics is it that people beyond a certain age are sent to war to lay down their lives for the country, and not given the incentive to reap the benefit of one's adulthood.

This is a tribute to all the drunkards who have held the torch of hope where others fell in despair and whimpered for mercy, for all those, who were given the option of either to leave alcohol or to leave their near and dear ones, for those who whimper about saying words of apology to people who they think they have hurt with their words or activities, when they were in a state of black out.

Its time to raise a fist against the "dry" swarm of the milling crowd, who wont stop at any opportunity to seize our fun.

for the drunkards, your time of reckoning is here and it is now. Stand up for ur right to falling down!!! [hic]