Champagne Supernova by Oasis goes:
Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a canon ball,
Where were you while we were getting high?
Or the more appropriate Tubthumping goes:
He drinks a whisky drink, he drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink, He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him of the good times,
He sings the songs that remind him of the better times.
Alcohol is enjoyed, revered, praised, abused, all in equal measure. It is quite interesting to study the tastes of an individual. Especially when it comes to us Indians, galeej boys and the idea of making “plans”.
This was my first ever exposure to alcohol. I had little bit with lots of Pepsi and it tasted pretty good(obviously!). Since it was the first time, I cared only about the taste. But whiskey, as far as I’ve seen, was not much revered by the galeej boys. It remains an initial fantasy to always buy quarter MC to drink alone. This is potent enough to lead our thalais to half boil. It so happens that in a group, you always separate the half boil “putters” from the cleaners. There have also been cases of really good hearted galeej boys who manage to find their way to the closet to deliver. Once in the US, the boys swear by the spirit from Tennessee. I have not tried it yet so unqualified to comment. In India, RC still rules the roost. It was reserved for special and/or important occasions. That scene in Chennai 600028 where Premji Amaran, realizing he is on the verge of winning 600 bucks, exclaims, “Iniki night RCCCCCCC”, is classic!
This is probably the most popular drink thanks to it’s lightness and pleasure factor. At least among us Indians, it has attained the status of a very girl thing as most girls prefer vodka. But there are a lot of boys who nurture a secret liking for it and a lot more openly swear by it. And in case you want to protest, you can always argue about Russians. Romanov is an eternal crowd pleaser. I have been exposed to Absolut ads in quiz contests but never had a chance to get my hands on one of them. The boys even try galeej brands like MGM. A memorable event was when MGM mixed in a sprite bottle was taken to college one bright sunny afternoon. A friend grabbed the bottle, thinking it was water, as soon as the boys entered and gulped down most of it. Of course, his face was priceless the next instant.
Now, who ever has it? Well, yeah, no one I know of. Some galeej boy, hoping to act like a dude, will order a brandy in a dingy bar. Steaming brandy. Apparently, the boy is suffering from cold. It tastes like shit, I tell you. First hand experience of finishing that brandy the wannabe galeej boy ordered. There are also certain uncles(ex-galeej boy??) who always have a bottle of brandy at home to give it to the wife in case she is suffering from any ailments of the ear, nose or throat.
Rum is the best “hot” stuff in my opinion. It tastes awesome and it gets you high almost instantly. Kaun Banega Crorepati told me it’s made from sugarcane and probably that’s why it tastes so good. But I’ve met a lot of people who don’t like rum. Old Monk was good enough until a certain famous pirate brought cult status to it with immortal words like-“Why is the rum always gone?” The combination of rum and bread omelette at 2 am outside IIT Madras remains unmatched and unbeaten. Anyone remember that pop culture laden ad of Old Monk? With Pele, Sean Connery et al? I was probably 10 back then. Cult it was.
Aiyo, it sucks! Some people really like it because it gets you high very quickly. But the only time I had it, was during daytime and probably because of that, it was bad. It’s like they really mixed something lethal with vodka. Recently, my friend told me it tastes just like rum which really got me thinking, what was it that I had then! I don’t know many people who have experimented with it a lot. Girls seem to love it. There was an instance when five quarters vanished between four girls. But we’ll stick to galeej boys to avoid getting into any controversy for defaming the chaste Indian female.
Among Indians, you can pick out the guys who like beer and guys who do not and study some characterization. I am sure the two have different set of ancestors. Imagine their plight when they come to this country. They’ll be worthy of being castrated and pulled down by donkeys. Beer rocks and there is nothing like pissing the night away looking at noobs drinking and throwing half boil around. Madras lacks some kind of a beer fest. The galeej boys have always looked for “Free Beer” signs all over the place, only in vain. They cringe to hear the sexist offers of certain pubs and discs that provide free drinks to women on a certain day of the week. WTF!
The much celebrated OH- has been successfully avoided by yours truly for more than a year. Except for a couple of beers. Thanks to the erstwhile “I am already a kadankaran” mentality. But I got to go. Someone who is known to be a very good leglimens just took advantage of my bad skills in occlumency and pinged on GTalk. The name is mom. My mom.