I am sitting by the road side. It has been twenty minutes, and I am already exhausted. The noise, the screeching of vehicles, the beeping—damn, I am not enjoying this. The village has a way of getting me to love it, though. The more I sit here, the more I appreciate how much this society has grown. We used to play by the roadside, and it was safe because there were countable vehicles plying this route. Today in the last few minutes, there have been four tractors, eight vehicles, three lorries, and four tea company vehicles. I can’t count motorbikes; there are too many of them. Here is why this makes me so happy. My village hasn’t stayed the same; it has grown. I can hear a drunken man making a lot of noise. I think this is a mental case. He is old enough that he has grandchildren even.But he is here, insulting nobody in particular about nothing in particular. That’s not even all of it; he is walking towards where I am. As a person who grew up protected from seeing what a drunkard looks like, I am not even scared of him. As a doctor, though,I am scared for him. He looks wasted; his skin is really dry; he’s really thin for his height; and he’s not walking steadily. For the number of vehicles passing through here, it’s a miracle he is still alive. I guess each person had their own day. This one needs help, and more than that, he needs to accept that he has a problem. Alcohol is an illusion. You think you are okay; you think you have it all under control,but what one really needs is to let go of control. accept that it has started to control you. Needing help takes strength. It takes strength to accept that you need help. This man may not know it, but his life is wasting away so fast that he can’t control it.I am sitting by the road side.It has been twenty minutes, and I am already exhausted. The noise, the screeching of vehicles,the beeping, daamn, I am not enjoying this. The village has a way of getting me to love it, though. The more I sit here, the more I appreciate how much this society has grown. We used to play by the roadside, and it was safe because there were countable vehicles plying this route. Today in the last few minutes, there have been four tractors,eight vehicles,three lorries, and four tea company vehicles. I can’t count motorbikes; there are too many of them. Here is why this makes me so happy. My village hasn’t stayed the same; it has grown. I can hear a drunken man making a lot of noise. I think this is a mental case. He is old enough that he has grandchildren even.But he is here, insulting nobody in particular about nothing in particular. That’s not even all of it; he is walking towards where I am. As a person who grew up protected from seeing what a drunkard looks like, I am not even scared of him. As a doctor, though,I am scared for him. He looks wasted; his skin is really dry; he’s really thin for his height; and he’s not walking steadily. For the number of vehicles passing through here, it’s a miracle he is still alive. I guess each person had their own day. This one needs help, and more than that, he needs to accept that he has a problem. Alcohol is an illusion. You think you are okay; you think you have it all under control, but what one really needs is to let go of control. accept that it has started to control you. Needing help takes strength. It takes strength to accept that you need help. This man may not know it, but his life is wasting away so fast that he can’t control it.
