I am trying to write more cheerful stuff on my blog, “Insha'Allah” let today be the first attempt. What could be more cheerful than alcohol? I always knew I love alcohol even before I had it for the first time. I am not a connoisseur but I enjoy it. Maybe there is an underlying psychological reasoning to it too. My father (Achan) is a strict man never tasted it (not even once) and a simple man. There is nothing lavish about him and nothing expressive either.
When I was little I have heard how my grandfather (father’s father) lived life king-size, expressed love, and expressed life. Everyone loved him for the little time he spent with the family other times he would be away for work. Achan on the other hand being the eldest son was thrust with the responsibility of the entire family when grandpa wasn’t around. He grew up before his age; he never had his well- deserved childhood.
All men in the family drank at some time or the other, but achan did not. All men in the family showed how much they love life but achan did not. I saw a lot of achan in me. But I did not want to be a miser in enjoying life. Even as a kid I would dream of being high, singing and dancing. I vividly remember as a kid I would always roll up paper to make it look like beedi and sit like a village simpleton smoking. Amma would yell at me. But I would not budge. Amma said,” Given an opportunity you would surely drink and smoke.” I believed in what she said.
While growing up I would walk like I am drunk or lost, and people would call me “bevdi”. I would act angry but quite liked the title :-) . Then finally in college I smoked for the first time. Some seniors gave me the unique opportunity. The first time smoking was a big story itself (Maybe some other time). Then came drinking, first time I did not feel anything different except for being warm inside. (Just like wine which I had tasted before, only this time the drink was vodka). I did not know the alcoholic jargon still don’t know, I had vodka….neat.
I remember singing that day, there wasn’t any space otherwise I would have danced too. Then I stuck to vodka for a long time about two years. After that, some friends used to call me gutter cause it would drink anything offered no preferences but as I said not a connoisseur (also no monies).
Now have graduated to whisky, it’s easy on my stomach. I don’t drink coz I am depressed or happy or angry or ugly or beautiful or sick or healthy. I don’t need a reason. Alcohol need not be justified by any other reason; it in itself is grand and eventful.
When I was little I have heard how my grandfather (father’s father) lived life king-size, expressed love, and expressed life. Everyone loved him for the little time he spent with the family other times he would be away for work. Achan on the other hand being the eldest son was thrust with the responsibility of the entire family when grandpa wasn’t around. He grew up before his age; he never had his well- deserved childhood.
All men in the family drank at some time or the other, but achan did not. All men in the family showed how much they love life but achan did not. I saw a lot of achan in me. But I did not want to be a miser in enjoying life. Even as a kid I would dream of being high, singing and dancing. I vividly remember as a kid I would always roll up paper to make it look like beedi and sit like a village simpleton smoking. Amma would yell at me. But I would not budge. Amma said,” Given an opportunity you would surely drink and smoke.” I believed in what she said.
While growing up I would walk like I am drunk or lost, and people would call me “bevdi”. I would act angry but quite liked the title :-) . Then finally in college I smoked for the first time. Some seniors gave me the unique opportunity. The first time smoking was a big story itself (Maybe some other time). Then came drinking, first time I did not feel anything different except for being warm inside. (Just like wine which I had tasted before, only this time the drink was vodka). I did not know the alcoholic jargon still don’t know, I had vodka….neat.
I remember singing that day, there wasn’t any space otherwise I would have danced too. Then I stuck to vodka for a long time about two years. After that, some friends used to call me gutter cause it would drink anything offered no preferences but as I said not a connoisseur (also no monies).
Now have graduated to whisky, it’s easy on my stomach. I don’t drink coz I am depressed or happy or angry or ugly or beautiful or sick or healthy. I don’t need a reason. Alcohol need not be justified by any other reason; it in itself is grand and eventful.
