Pool, Red Label and bandh...
It was one of those days, or in fact nights at office. Nothing I did seemed going my way. A lot of people who know me the slightest bit know how bad I am at controlling emotions. Every question irked me, every single voice irritated me. It got worst everytime the boss yelled, "score". I am sure the boys were trying their bit but it was a Saturday and most of the businesses were shut. I have never been very fond of working on Saturdays. I could not wait for the shift to get over so when the clock struck 8, Sunday morning, I hurried out of the office. "Nabin, wait I am also coming", a friend shouted as I got stranded in the staircase. "Lets go and play some pool", he said as we met. I couldn't resist the urge to strike the cue ball after such a long time. So, there we were in the pool house at 8 in the morning with a bottle of Red Label abd few packets of Lays and Kurkure. There could not have been a better start to a Sunday, I thought so. We started w