aah yes, beer and blogs.last night nishant and sibashish walked in and said that they would like the pleasure of my company at their apartment.. turns
out that my stellar conversational skills, my incredible sense of humour, my rough and ready wit, my vast stock of brilliant jokes, anecdotes and
stories were not in demand. my cooking skills were. hence i adjourned to their place armed with a pack of french fries (to be fried) and a wooden
"haatha". we left a note for my esteemed roomie suggesting that he join us. and before i knew it i was frying french fries with extreme diligence (the
diligence prompted by free beer).
now a few words about american beer. i have not had all kinds. i have just had a few brands. they uniformly suck. which means they are bad! there is
nothing like a bottle of kingfisher. there are certain people i know who believe in something called Jaguar (the catchline being 'its a different
animal') but i think that a beer should be a beer abd not pretend to be a wine. its like a guy putting on a skirt (which doesnt make sense except in
scotland where they dont have beer anyway, the tilt is more towards fine whiskey). hence, let the jaaguar live in peace in the jungle, let him not make
his way amongst us civilised people. ok, back to american beer, it tastes like piss. warm piss. unless it comes out of the fridge, whence it tastes like
cold piss.
but beer is beer, and as with wimmen, u cant be chosers, the woman u want u cant have the ones available leave a bad taste and sometimes aheadache to
boot. so with beer flowing, the fun started. after going thru a few music files really rapidly, we decided to get unhappy about the Desh by putting on
Swades, and then Border. we all sat around feeling unhappy at being separated from the nonexistant 'gaon' (seriously, a city of 1.5 crores is not a
gaon), the nonexistant 'peepal ka pedh' or 'bot gachh' the very much existant parents, sibling(s) and cat(s), also the nonexistant girlfriend.
then someone started a round of toasting our respective ethnic groups. so we toasted the punjabi's (well, we laid off the sardar jokes for a while, if
that counts as toasting), then we did toast the biharis (nishant told us that the bihar battalion was one of the first to take a peak in kargil, so we
drank a toast to them) then it was time to toast the bongs, and we got stuck, cos we neither have a battalion, nor a prime minister... so we ended up
toasting 'machher jhol' which is enuf of a brilliant creation to put the bongs into the history pages.
then jaskirat (jassi) started telling us about the difference between Jats and Jaats. the subtle points escape me at this moment, but he is one and
definitely not the other. like i said, i dont quite know enuf to go on.
then i left and went to rahulda's place. where he offered me another beer. which i accepted with alacrity. this was a better form of beer. and he also
gave me an orange. the peels of which i am not very sure where i dropped. and he asked me to read and criticise his blog. which i did. i mean, tea
leaves swirl in the sink, they dont churn in the sink. why would they churn, unless the sink was blocked? which, incidentally happened to his two weeks
back, but he argued that tea leaves would churn and not swirl. i tried to show him reason, through logical arguments with literary beauty and angular
momentum. but some people just cant take good advice. its still churn and not swirl.
and here i am, in lab, on fall break, babysitting some work.
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