Drink, Flirt, and Repeat

Ravikumar had a good job as a software engineer in a reputed company, but he also had a dark side. He was addicted to alcohol and women, and he never cared about the consequences of his actions. He crossed the line one day when he made a move on his boss’s wife at a party. His boss, Mr. Sharma, saw him and was enraged. He fired Ravikumar on the spot and fined him 2 lacs for his misconduct.

“Get out of my sight, you filthy scum!” Mr. Sharma shouted. “You have no place in my company or in this society. You are a disgrace to your profession and your family. You will never work in this industry again. I will make sure of that.”

Ravikumar felt humiliated and furious. He had lost everything: his job, his reputation, his money. He decided to drown his sorrows in a bar and drank as much as he could. Ravikumar staggered out of the bar, almost unconscious with alcohol. He had lost the number of drinks he had taken. He wanted to forget everything. He wanted to relieve his pain.

He climbed into his Scorpio and fired up the motor. Rather than putting on his seat belt or checking the mirrors, he did not even care. He floored the accelerator and drove off. He was not concerned about the traffic regulations or other drivers.

He sped on the highway, zigzagging in and out lanes. He paid no attention to the honks and curses of the other motorists. He did not pay attention to the flashing lights or police car sirens.

He noticed a vehicle up ahead and failed to stop. He did not see the license plate or any stickers on windows. He did not pay attention to the four men in the car or the girl in it. He did not notice anything.

It hit him with the car at full speed and he experienced an impact shock. He then heard a crash and the sound of splitting metal. He witnessed very briefly a spark of fire and smoke. He saw nothing.

The next morning, he woke up in a hospital bed. He was con

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fused and in pain. He saw a man in a suit standing next to him. The man introduced himself as Shankar Oberoi, a wealthy businessman. He told Ravikumar that he had crashed into a car that belonged to a gang of kidnappers. They had kidnapped his granddaughter, Priya, and were trying to escape. The impact of the crash had made the kidnappers lose control of the car and hit a tree. The police had arrived and rescued Priya, who was unhurt. The kidnappers were arrested and taken into custody.

“Thank God you are alive, my friend,” Shankar Oberoi said. “You have done a great service to me and my family. You have saved my granddaughter’s life. She is the most precious thing to me in this world. You are a hero, my friend. You are a hero.”

Ravikumar looked at the girl who was standing behind the man. She looked about ten years old, with long black hair and big brown eyes. She was wearing a pink dress and a silver necklace. She looked scared and shy, but also curious and grateful. She smiled at Ravikumar and said, “Thank you, uncle. You saved me from those bad men. They were very mean and scary. They said they would hurt me and my grandpa if he did not give them money. But you stopped them. You are very brave.”

One year later:

Ravikumar, the proud proprietor of a five-star seafood haven and opulent hotel in Thailand, has seamlessly transitioned from his spirited past to being the epitome of refined sophistication. Unfazed by trivial matters like personal growth, he valiantly clings to his spirited pastimes, holding tightly to the bottle and pursuing his unwavering passion for women. Ever the inspirational figure, he implores his acquaintances to embrace life-altering escapades, such as guzzling alcohol with unbridled enthusiasm and navigating the streets inebriated during the wee hours. Surely, these audacious feats are the keys to an enlightened destiny, according to the wisdom of Ravikumar.