Booze Hound...

One of my favourite topics of all times this. There are few things on this planet that interests me or entertains me as much as alcohol in all its forms and splendor (this is along with Meat, Chocolate and Women in all their forms and splendor). So, why all the talk about alcohol, you may ask, it’s because New Years is coming in less than a week and tis the season to start stocking up on booze. My good friends Kurien, Sana, Ollie, Siga and Megu have all decided to pick up some smart rum from the land of the Kannadiga’s. You get some brilliant alcohol in that state, that’s why I keep going there once in a while, it’s the kind of place you go to for a weekend of madness, you can’t stay there for a longer period of time as your life may be in danger, we Tamils (meaning me and 2 other jokers) cannot handle the wrath of the good Kannada booze, we usually end up creating a ruckus and disturbing the peace.

As far as the stocking up is concerned, I’m going to go get some four bottles of Royal Stag this afternoon. It’s this brilliant whiskey that’s smooth as silk and at the same time violent as a viper, it doesn't have the basic courtesy to warn us of the dangers of consuming it. It has such a rich and full bodied taste that you don’t realize the number of drinks you've had till it’s too late. A bottle of Old Monk or Old Monster would warn you the second you opened the bottle, the scent of it will hit you so hard that your brain will automatically realize (unconsciously) the dangers of over consumption (3 larges), and why would you want to mess with a bottle named Old Monster in the first place (the first time we challenged an Old Monster was the last time we challenged anything).

I've got to tell the other Chennai based Malayalis and the lone Golti to stock up on the Russian elixir. But there is a surprise for those who come early to the party this year, oh yes, a surprise it is. What else needs to be done? Music and food, the people who are supposed to be in-charge of music are a bunch of lazy arses who, I bet, have even forgotten the fact that they are in-charge of the music, they wanted to have a disco dance off, I want to see how that goes.

Now back to the booze... yes, I need to get in touch with my bootleggers and make it happen. It’s funny that in Madras the bootleggers are cheaper than the regular, good old wine shops. Plus the bootlegged booze won’t hit you on the first drink like all the other tainted local booze that’s got certain additives that acts as a catalyst to getting high and also increases the aroma of the liquor, good if you are on a budget, bad if you have work the next day, good if you are short on time but bad, if you have to get back home and unfortunately you've forgotten the keys. So the verdict now, actually there’s no questioning alcohol, it’s a “in the genes” thing....

Let’s get smashed...