The Hangover

Its 2.30 am & I cannot sleep (-> implies that I m going to get up late for work).I have been watching the tube till late, gotta break the habit. So I am in a preacher’s mood today . I don’t know if this blog makes sense but a boozer will understand what I am talking about. After all Bevda-Bevda Bhai-Bhai :D.

I would like to announce "Let the bottle be uncapped".

Hmmm ..Romanov Red (Shilpa Shetty on the poster not on the bottle yet) .Its not my regular brand but I m trying it out of the novelty factor, something new, let’s try it out, maybe it will send me to heaven and back. And to remind you all , I have never hit a low point in my boozing career i.e. puking after drinks. I don't want to die choked on my own vomit, like Bon Scott of AC/DC, that scares me a lot.

So from now on, I am going to resist temptation to overdose on ETOH(c2h5-oh) or ethyl alcohol. 180 ml is the new magical figure, quarter, pauva, or nip, depends on what you call it. How did people arrive at a certain dose of alcohol? May be our forefathers experimented, I mean in the last 100 to 200 years before arriving at the magical figure of 180. Did they like booze the last night and measured it, and they found that they could still manage accounts the next day without having a hangover. 180 signifies many things, 180 degrees makes a semi circle.90 degrees and it’s a right angle, yeah with 90 ml I am standing straight and walking straight.

I have my quota of 180 in 2 hours, so I can be a little high even after 1 quarter, and I am not ashamed to admit it. I get high with very little alcohol; the sooner I admit that, the more fun it is for me, no more nasty hangovers.

How does alcohol work on the brain, even most scientists don’t know exactly, see such basic questions are there to solve. But the general consensus is that, alcohol sets of a random firing sequence in the person’s synapses. That gives us a feeling of being “HIGH”. So right now my synapses are starting to fire randomly, it’s a lovely feeling, almost floaty, you feel relaxed and hyper in a way, cannot be described one has to experience it to feel it. That’s why I like drinking; I don’t like the taste of alcohol but like the calming or sedative effect. Honest. Alcohol is not bad, but then its not good either, human behavior. I would urge people to try it one time without any inhibitions. It like cough medicine x 5 doses.

So I am going to love my liver and drink 2 pegs an hour and enjoy my AIM (Alcohol In Moderation), let me get back with the results of my Experiments with Alcohol. All I can say now is after the 4th peg is Cheers! to life. Alcohol is not as bad as say cocaine, its our well-earned right and I need to exercise it.

So its 180 ml of 45% proof for me, cheers all the way, yoooo hooo!.I feel like doing something crazy..like marrying Rakhi Sawant or..or like producing "Mika ka swayamvar"(if Rakhi can have it, why not Mika ??). And I am no drunkard. I’m on my fourth peg and I will sleep soundly tonight. I need to turn on to AC/DC now on my cell. Welcome on the high way to Hell :D.

Cheers !!

Rain

"Kaale Varshatu Parjanya, Prathweem Sasya shalineem!"
(Let the earth be green with timely rains!)

I just love the rains! I have heard it was raining heavily the day I was born. My grandfather used to chide me saying, "You are an incarnation of Lord Varuna. It was raining so much that we could see you only when you were 2 days old." I was born at my maternal home just two km from my home, but the heavy rains prevented my family from seeing me for two whole days!

My love for the rains is next only to my love for life* ( *conditions applied). Most of my childhood was spent enjoying the rains and the funny memories. Hot tea with crispy pakodas specially prepared for rainy days, spicy curries prepared from seasonal shelled mushrooms with boiled rice and the sensational puri & chhola prepared by my mother were some of the rainy season specials I miss badly now! Literary greats like Chekov , Manoj Das & Mark Twain too added to the ambience. My love for literature has always been intertwined with my love for the rains.

I enjoyed riding my bicycle in the rains too! I used to enjoy my short visits to my village those days .The smell of soil after the first downpour, the sound of the rain falling over the tiled roofs and fishing in those tiny ponds that came alive during the monsoon seem so unreal today.

When I moved to Warangal to pursue my engineering, the rain song went out of my life. I tried my best to rush to my hometown during the rainy season, but that was not always possible. Now I have settled down in Hyderabad, a concrete jungle and a complete mess during rains.Hmm..I miss those days.

Many of the important incidents in my life were greeted by rains. It rained when I was born; rather I was born when it rained. It rained in Warangal the day I went there for my admission to College. I proposed a girl first time in my life..and it was raining. Even my first day to office was a rainy day. The joke then was, "Panda..u really need warming up!"

When I met my girl, I told her my idea of romance was to walk in the rains sharing the umbrella. Though we never enjoyed even one of the several of those would-be romantic walks . I still love the rains and would love to do all those wonderful things over and again. But unfortunately, the rain gods have become unkind to this part of our planet.

Come rain or shine; forever in love with U!