BAM BAM is a good boy

BamBam is a good boy, BamBam does everything on time, he comes to work everyday and on time too! Everyone loves him and sometimes people make fun of him going to sleep early. But the next day when BamBam is smiling and the rest of them are in a hangover, the joke turns on them.
BamBam is alone. He wants to live a normal life. He gets himself so busy in work that the worries don’t worry him anymore. BamBam wants to be free. He doesn’t want his cheeks to hurt when at night he goes to sleep and finally he doesn’t have to smile at everyone.
So one day I decided to break free and do what I want to do. And I woke up, threw the alarm out of the window and heard the heavy clock hit someone on the street.
“What the fuck!!” said the voice of the hurt man
“it came from BamBam’s window” said another voice
“Oh…then its ok” said the hurt man.
Should I be happy or should I be sad?
I went back to sleep feeling not even a little guilty about not going to work. I ordered a pizza and waited for him to be late and then scolded the pizza guy. As I slammed the door shut, I had this sense of accomplishment; I smiled and ran to the window to see the sad pizza guy walking off. But wait!! No!! he wasn’t sad! He was happily chatting away on the phone with someone.

The rest of the day wast so bad. My room was a mess, it smelled of pizza and my burps were garlicky, I hadn’t shaved or taken a bath, the TV was on some Russian channel on loud and the music was some circus music. I went out to the market and got myself beer and weed. I smoked it and I drank it and I felt fine. Went out to a street where people are strange and abused a few whores. The lights were shining brighter than I had ever seen before. Got into a fight but I think I had enough sanity left in me to not try and fight back. I hurled a few bad words, really bad mind you, and ran for my life.
Life couldn’t be better. I was so perfect in doing this. Why did I ever go to work to do the same things everyday? On time, perfect, clean, liked by everyone life. This is good.


This is fun. So I got some more booze and drank my way into the shiny, colorful streets of bizzarland where girls were so sexy and the men so drunk and the kids smoked cigarettes and the dolls hit on them. I looked around feeling proud. I could feel every eye on me as I walked.
Is it because I’m new or is it because I’m drunk?
Maybe they like what they see? Or maybe I’m too dumb.
But I walked on and into that pub with thousands of people. Liters of booze, flashes or colour and the ladies all muse. I smiled as I walked not knowing where to go and stopped when I reached the bar.
“One jack and coke my friend” I said to the bartender.
And then I heard the name I had not expected to hear this night. I heard it loud and clear and it played in my head like an echo for sometime before It disappeared and I turned to look who said it…
“BamBam!!!”
“BamBam!!!”
“What are you doing here my man!! Nice to see you here!”
I smiled at all the hugs I was getting and the fame. My body was wobbling and I couldn’t stand anymore and I puked. Then I ran in disgust of my own doing and I ran to hide my face. Into the streets I ran and I lost my way. It was all a haze.

The next day I woke up in my apartment, all hung over and headache. I had some orange juice and shaved. Put on my best suite and a matching tie, couldn’t do anything about the bulge on the under eye. I was sleepy, sad and mad at myself for doing what I did last night. And that too in front of people i know. Disgusting. Disgusting.
A deep breath before I entered the office, my eyes looking down I walked as if walking the walk of shame to my desk.
“BamBam! Always on time!”
And soon everyone was smiling and so was i. It was a normal normal day. I never figured out the people I met in the pub or who got me home, but I did realize, I wasn’t that alone.