Union Station

 There was a guy about 20, white skinned and medium build at Union station. He was sitting on a bench holding a garbage bin with his both hands and throwing out like a flushed toilet. There were five special constables surrounding him and closely monitoring his behaviour. One of them was actively taking notes. He might be jotting his size, skin colour, approximate age, eyes and other information so that he can complete his incident report later. 

The guy wasn’t looking at them at all. He looked completely sober and unaware of anything; even what he is doing. Above him was the railway line. Passengers were climbing up and down of the stairwells. Some of them threw the quirk look at his but many of them pretended as if they did not see anything. 

I was sitting next to him. I guessed that he came from one of the late night event in the town. He drank some of his best choices of beers or taquilla shots. I wasn’t that lucky to have all those experiences. I just finished my eight hour shift and on the way back home. 

Life is fucking monotonous. Work work and work. When there is less pay and more toil, you get frustrated. You can not make up your expenses. You have conflict with spouse regarding money management. You hide financial issue with your wife. You can not buy icecream to your kids or can not take them to the Disneyland. Your ask to buy a lego, and you check the price every time.   Then you lie him that it is not a good toy. And you go to the dollar store to buy some cheap toys. 

I saw him wild. Then rode on the train. I saw other young boys and girls. There was no freckles of stress in their faces. I don't mean that they never had stress. They definitely had. But the good thing is they know how to manage the stress. They take day off. They go to the event, sports and clubs. They drink, dance and enjoy the moment. This process ultimately cleans the fog of the brain. You brain would function more sharp. 

I was sitting alone. I did not see any other person travelling at this time who resembles me. My skin was pale and had no smile on the face. I might have been looked grumpy. It doesnt matter. The girl in front of me never looked at me. She was as tall as me and had shiny white skin. He blue eyes looked so deep that all the joys of life might be floting. Her hair was short and curly. Tall and slender. She was wearing a shorts that exposes the hipline. 

I can imagine such a beautiful girl in my life. May be this is my illusion. But i can say that god had discriminated human being before we discriminate to each other.

How can people be like minded if they have different skin colour, different sizes of the limbs, necks and legs. Yes, we share some of the values. However, those values are learned or shared for the shake of humanity and so called civilization. In the ancient time people used muscle power to prove right to land or beautiful women. 

Today things are different. I know i am off the track of my thesis. My intention is to show how people accept  the things and judge people. I saw him drunk, other people also saw him drunk. But the perception is entirely different. It is all about our past experience or knowledge. I saw people fully drunk and making a lot of mess. They would initiate fight or involve harassment. Similarly, I also saw the drunk person exceptionally jovial, logical and friend. They are helpful and open. They are fucking adorable. Taking all these things into consideration, i can imagine how people looked him as drunkard. 

I have some bad memories with a sober people. I saw them as bad as thugs or aggressive people. My school headmaster was alcoholic. My dads best friend was alcoholic. I saw them losers. My dad never drank. He had a good social connections. At that time people had good connection with respect of their choice. My dad being a village priest as well as social reformer, he had always higher personality. Here i dont mean that his friends, actually both of them were teachers, were bad. They were very nice people in this planet. They were social, helpful and educated. But the problem lies with the habit which in ling run became addiction. They could not come out of it. 

I saw him as a beginner, a learner. He will stumble a couple of times. Then his body will learn to metabolize it. After a few years  he will not lie on the subway floors. He will hide it perfectly. There are so many people who drink but do not show it up. But there are  bunch of people who drink and at the same time they show up very badly. 

This poor guy, a learner might be ticketed for violating the rules. Nobody is allowed to drink in public. If anybody drinks in the pub or clubs, it is their responsibility to check the safety of their customers. There will be a heavy law suit if something happens on the way due to alcohol consumption. 

I want to break the law, at least one time. I like to be surrounded by the pilice officers for no reason. 

I arrived at home by 11:35. I was so relieved. Wanted to drink a glass of red wine with some dry nuts.