The Search for Paracetamol

The search for Paracetamol ended up in this hut

Most of my friends and family know this story already.
Briefly: -
Paracetamol (name changed to protect his identity) is my Malaysian ex-colleague who worked in Haulawng for about a month.
Paracetamol is his nickname given by some of the North and East Indians because his original South Indian name is confusing for them (and you thought Indians are Indians).
Paracetamol is a reformed alcoholic, when he first joined, ...it took him about a week in Haulawng to regain his past habit.
Alcohol consumption is BANNED in bloody Mizoram, believe it or not, the only Christian administered place where alcohol is banned, in the world, I think. Anyway, most of the locals drink, and alcohol is kinda easy to get.
Paracetamol got a warning from us (alrite, from me) not to drink in full knowledge of the staff coz it’ll be hard for us to show a good example.
Paracetamol can live without food or water, but NOT without alcohol.
One fine day (actually the day immediately following the warning), Paracetamol decided to disappear from the main camp at Haulawng, he shifted himself (minus his belongings and minus an approval by his boss, meaning me) to a village about 30 km away from the main camp, at a location near where some of our road construction was going on (and near a village famous for production of local liquor).
Paracetamol decided to ignore the repeated request by his colleagues to report back to the main camp.
On the 3rd day after he disappeared, we sent a contingent (led by yours truly) to intercept him. We found his motorbike parked at the side of the road in the middle of no-where. After some time we found out from a local, that our 50 year old friend, Paracetamol trekked into the bamboo jungle with a 50 year old woman (God only knows for what reasons).
The contingent followed suit, and spent about 2 hot and exhausting hours mucking around inside the bamboo jungle and a vacant bamboo hut, but to no avail.
We had to withdraw the contingent as the leader (me) and his assistant (both in their 30s) could not cope up with the antics of the 50 year-old Paracetamol and had to return to the camp to recover from over-exertion.
Paracetamol was finally intercepted near Haulawng, all dirty, disheveled and unshaven, 6 days after he ‘disappeared’ from the main camp and sent back to more a civilized place where he could get help (and of course his essential substance, alcohol).
The End

A member of the search party, Assistant Works Manager Madhav, mucking around the bamboo hut

Other members of the search party, Nela (my local driver) and I