Today, I'll tell my story, story of a drunkard.
Year 2012, I was in love and 4 months later I was in severe depression, the kind which could lead one to commit suicide. But, the depression took me towards alcohol and made me a player instead, Kabir Singh style...

...I would drink every night till the point of not able to walk properly, I would smoke a pack of 20 cigs everyday, sleep for a few hours and eat as little as a 3 year old kid would. I would date a new girl every alternate month, and break many hearts in the process...

...Beer, Whiskey, Rum, Scotch, Vodka, Wine, every shit available out there, I would do 'em all. I would not give a shite to what's happening in the society, who's the PM and where my tax money is going. I was too busy being sad about the lost love and killing myself slowly...

... Early 2015, I was diagnosed with pulmonary Tuberculosis. By mid 2015, my Liver was 79% damaged and I was on death bed. I reduced to 48kgs from 69kgs within 6 months. Docs told my parents to start praying and start arranging funds for my liver transplant.
"Sell your house"...

...I felt helpless seeing my 30 year old brother holding his tears back. My strong father looked as if he hadn't slept or eaten in months. My mother would stay by side and keep chanting "Om Shanti". My sisters would run back and forth talking to doctors, getting me medicines...

...I would shiver in fever as if I've had a seizure outbreak. They would put a NG tube into my nose and endoscope tube into my throat to my stomach. At times, I would faint due to pain or at times I was too weak to stay alive. I wished for death on many occasions...

...suddenly, I don't know what happened, a miracle or maybe those chants worked and I started recovering after spending a week or so in an ICU. I started craving to see trees and birds. I started craving for salt in my food and strength in my legs so I could walk the corridor...

...Finally I was back home after spending 21 days in hospital, I defeated it, I survived, I was alive.
I was bed ridden for months after returning and had ample amount of time to review my past, what was I doing and why. It was time for correction. And here I am, The Placard Guy.

23rd June, 2015.
I am proud of myself for not giving up.