It was Oktoberfest Club Night. My recently married friend was drunk. His sweet little wife, coming from a conservative family a few months back had never seen anything like this. Now it was time to head home. She refused to go with him, kept saying I will go with bhaiya (ie. me). He kept saying she has to go with him. It was tending to get violent. So I told her to go with him I will follow closely. She finally agreed.
Reaching home, my friend, with my help, reached the divan and fell down, fast asleep. I asked the shocked wife to remove his shoe and belt. And let him sleep, he will be ok in the morning. Give him coffee or tea when he wakes up. Please lock the door and relax when I go, and get a good sleep. And don’t fight in the morning. Pretend nothing happened.
She learnt fast. In another club night, she came to me and started getting angry with me. I have seen you enter the bar 4 times and you came every time with drinks. How can you do that? I told her that I take coke without rum but I get it from the bar so that people think I am taking rum. I do it for PR. Let me see, and she took the glass and tasted it. Oh, she said it is just coke. She never doubted me again. I told her not to tell anyone, it is a question of my reputation.
After all, there are responsibilities of a teetotaler.
Ratnakar Misra
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