Boozzahs!!!!

Really sorry about no posts here. (ok I heard some of you say who cares - but being the kind and generous should that I am ;-) I shall overlook it.) The thing is that a lot of funny and crazy things happen here, but I don’t think I can put them up. No of course not.... they are not the censored kind (Wherever did you come up with that) Well there are a few parties and lots of Bhaat (IIT lingo for talking) (of course when everyone’s spirits are high and the world is a friendlier place) I mean I can never understand why they say that you should not drink and go to work.... Wouldn’t the atmosphere be more friendly (No I haven’t tried) When it comes to such issues I have to clarify, lest you get the wrong ideas :-)

I remember my first drink... It was at a near and dear ones place.... There was this bottle on the table. Not a Jack Daniels, nor even something as humble as an Old Monk. It was this regular 2 litre Pepsi bottle (These guys should pay me for putting their name here :-) In it was a colourless liquid. We shall call it water for the time being (Ok I know that you guessed it Sherlock) So I pick up this bottle and ask if it was for the kids (Yeah there were small kids in the house, tiny ones to be precise). Well the near-and-dear one says no... and takes off. I pay no heed to the smirk...

Well so I opened the cap and guzzled the "water" like there was no tomorrow. (I was thirsty and no I am not making this up for the blog to be more entertaining). Well the rest is history... There almost wasn’t any tomorrow. That was pure and neat country (or as we call it in Mumbai - Narangi) liquor. After about 3 swallows that "elixir of life" tasted horrid and burnt. So I rush to the sink and I spew what was left in my mouth all over the sink. I took a deep breath and tried to extinguish the fire in my chest and in my stomach.

I later "heard" that even tequila shots don’t do that to you.
Like the theory of the heating rod, I have a lot of theories on booze too.
1. You talk a lot
2. You puke a lot
3. Most of your dirty secrets come out (No I obviously don’t have any. And no I don’t want to drink with you if that is your intention)
4. You actually get the courage to ask someone out.
5. You walk all zig-zag.
6. You get to be YOURSELF. (No I am the same either wise - did I just say that)
7. You believe that you can fly (Yeah my near-and-now-not-so-dear one lives on the 6th floor)
8. And you never remember anything the next day.
9. And oh yeah.. you get a mother of all hangovers (Whatever that is supposed to be... ;-))
... and many more.

So I sneaked onto the couch (after about 3 glasses of water, 2 of milk and 2 bananas (no this was not at the time of my breakfast) Just did it to try and put out the fire so to speak) and went to sleep.Yeah this was also a theory of mine... When you are drunk you sleep a lot. (Please don’t try and connect it simultaneously with talking and hurling - That is simply disgusting) Although I am pretty sure that the events take place in the following sequence: talking, proposing (For the romantically inclined), Fighting (for the warrior in you), puking and then sleeping. Do correct me if I am wrong.Now it is burning so much that I cannot get sleep. So that theory went out of the window. And I was not hurling (I was mighty pleased at that theory being disproved. Thought that I had some capacity), but I tried and remembered all that happened after that. As you can see that you have a very detailed description. Well lets just say that a lot of my theories got disproved at that time and we shall consider it as a very valuable contribution to the field of science called boozeism. (No I am sure that alcoholism is different)
So that was my first time....