sat and waited. Organized my thoughts, sharpened my pencil. Sipped my Café
Mocha and took a long drag on my cigarette. And then I glanced up to catch my
reflection in the window. And found myself still wondering…why can’t I come
up with something interesting to write about...? Something to comment
on…something creative and stupendous? So that, all ye folks would clamor for
more. Well, at least those were my Big B’s (NO NO NO, I don’t mean Amitabh
Bachan for Chris’ sake, I meant the Big Boss of OKC!!) orders for me. And now,
I sit here with a daunting task ahead of me.
Maybe I should write about hike in oil prices in the US? Or about who is
going to be the next to “stain” the White House? Or Vajpayee’s visit to
the US and its repercussions on the Indian economy? What about writing about
Priyanka Gandhi’s newborn and discuss what star he was born under and when he
will take the office next and so on and so forth… Like I said, the list was
Just when I was going to throw my hands up in the air and give up…I
suddenly thought, why not write about what you and I like to do on a Saturday
evening…drinking beer YUS! The mother of all activities. In fact, the divinest
(don’t know if a word like that exists, but I am going to go ahead and use it
anyway, even MS-word is confused!!) of all activities.
Last week, I witnessed wall-eyed, slackly, associates of mine beaten down
into a state of near- catawampus by the unremittingly painkilling triteness of
their joyless, humdrum lives, dutifully plod through the motions for yet another
expressively annulled day in their lives. Drinking beer, reading email, tiring
sex, and watching Tendulkar bat on 99 remained the top activities of those I
polled. Sushi-man* (the Big Brains
behind OurKarnataka.Com (OKC)) actually voted drinking beer against having
tiring sex. Now, how many of you men [or women] would do that!??! "After
all, drinking the 545,462,465th beer of your life cannot exactly be
termed as a uninteresting moment," added Big B.
Nil-man* (the creative brains of OKC) when asked about his priorities,
vociferously put it this way: “Sex after beer and beer after sex and sex after
beer and beer after sex and sex after beer and beer after sex after beer and
beer after sex.” Well, I got the point mister!
Whether he can actually manage it, he wouldn’t say!
According to the connoisseurs, as our civilization slithers ever-downward
into the spinning eddy of oblivion that weakens our self-control, anesthetizes
our hearts and congeal our very souls in an impassable layer of black, icy
worthlessness, the importance of Beer to snap us out of this inexorable salvo of
nothingness can't be underrated.
According to all-knowing friends, they all opined that Beer attacks the
latent synapses of the brain that has been blunted into indolence by staring at
the substructure of a just consumed beer mug. "It's results can be
startling, even in small doses," G2* added.
Exhibits have been known to actually enjoy life…If only for an evening.
- *The names have been altered to protect the reputation of these people. [you