The First Glass of Beer

The First Glass of Beer

hehe... I don't want this to look like a drunkard's blog, but I wrote this when I had my first encounter with alchohol... read away

There I was, sitting in a lounge bar, for the first time, and having a beer, also for the first time. I would have refused under normal circumstances, but the atmosphere was right(dark with heavy disco music playing, also filled with a smell of cigrette smoke), and my brother was offering me a glass upfront. Well, what did I have to lose? After all, I am an engineering student now, and engineering is never complete without learning how to digest beer, right? So, I went for it.

My bro went to get a cigrette pack before the beer arrived, he sid that beer ain't complete without cigs. And so the beer arrived while he was gone. I was happy for the darkness, for the expression on my face was one of nervousness, and I didn't want the waiter to see that. Then the beer was poured and the waiter was gone, and I was left alone with two full glasses of beer in front of me. Beer looks really tempting and delicious when its just been poured into the glass. The colour is golden, and there is a light froth floating on the top. But this feeling lasts only as long as the beer is untouched and in the glass... the moment you put it to your lips, you realise what it really is -> rotten carbohydrates. Once again I was thankful for the darkness, for this time the expression on my face was one of disgust and nausea, and it would have exposed the fact that I was drinking for the first time. Well, not exactly the first time, I've had wine before, but wine's kind of light and good tasting(certainly better tasting than beer), also its called a ladies' drink. Beer, on the other hand tastes rotten, as mentioned above, and I've seen it being drunk mostly by men. And so, I had to prove I was man.

My brother arrived with a pack of cigrettes, and now I was burdened with the task of drinking the beer with a straight face. I gazed around for sometime, munching on the few munchies that came with the drink(probably to drown the taste of beer). And then the dreaded moment arrived, my bother picked up his glass, and motioned for "cheers". I had to do the same, and so I did, and put the glass to my lips for the second time in the evening, and sipped. The same rotten taste filled me, but it wasn't so bad this time. In fact, I eventually managed to finish 3/4th of the glass, by having huge amounts of snacks between each sip, each of which was accompanied by a grimace. My borther had finished his glass by then and was watching me with a grin, maybe he knew of my plight. I finally couldn't bring myself to drown anymore of the vile liquid down my throat, and offered him the remainder of my drink. He accepted it and drowned it in two gulps. I watched him, somewhat wide-eyed. He probably had lost his taste buds in an accident which none of us knew about, else how could he have drunk that vile tasting fluid?

Well, the ordeal was finally over, and I smsed all my friends proudly "Chotte, aaj beer maara... bahut mazaa aaya!"

The day I got drunk....



hmmm... initially I thought I wouldn't be posting about this event, but after reading my brother's post on this topic , I simply had to write something, so here goes...


The "Want to get drunk" mode:
My friend had come over for the day, and the general timepass was going on - I was playing guitar, he was singing. We were just roaming about in the evening, trying to find the perfect end to a perfect day. And what better end to a day there is than to get totally drunk, and go overboard with your best friend? But neither of us had actually drunk too much before (We'd had our share of ocassional beer and rum, but had never drunk to the hilt), so we needed someone experienced, someone who could provide us a place to get drunk, and most importantly, provide us with the drinks, as me and my friend were obviously broke. So I called up my brother, and on the happy ocassion of him being selected into IIM-B (yep, he's THAT smart) and me being the useless ass that I am, asked him to get us drunk. Initially he tried to weasel out of it, and gave us crap along the lines of "Mujhse yeh paap ka kaam nahi hoga" (yeah, right, and I'm the King of England), but I guess he didn't want to miss watching his brother doing all kinds of stupid stuff when he gets drunk. And so the course of the evening was decided and I packed my guitars and equipment to take along with me, hoping that I might get some magical inspiration to make good music under the influence of alcohol (none of that happened - I was lucky enough not to puke on my guitar).

The "Drunk" mode:
Anyway, once there, it was decided that we would get drunk on vodka. The spirit was bought, along with a bottle of sprite and some haldiram stuff, and we were ready to go. The first peg was expertly prepared by my bro and it went down nice and easy... the lightheadedness began and me and my friend started belting out rock numbers at full volume.. ah that was fun. However, instead of preparing the second peg my bro started talking to some girlfriend of his, so we took matters into our own hands. The next glass we preapared was almost 50% vodka, and after drinking half of the stuff we refilled the glass once again with neat vodka. I don't know how strong that is, but for us first timers it was pretty strong. Already my body was loosening and there was a stupid grin on my face... And my brother was sitting there enjoying the show. I guess he didn't have the patience to wait for us to get drunk slowly, so he told us very calmly (just like the devil urging two innocent souls to commit a sin) that if we want the alcohol to go to our heads, we must drink the entire thing in one go. What the heck, we were half drunk anyway, and couldn't wait to achieve the full drunk status. So the glass was emptied at the count of three. Bad idea. Almost immidiately my head started spinning and my senses went for a walk. It was as if my mind was trying to control my body through a remote control, whose batteries had run out. Well, the fun stuff started now, as we started calling people up, and started spilling the secrets of everyone... but the "fun" status lasted only for so long. My head couldn't take the spinning much longer, and it pressed the "puke" button on the remote control... and so I puked. And puked. And puked. AND puked. My friend followed soon, but the baboon was too drunk to realise that he was drunk, and wanted more vodka. And now I passed into the "splitting head" status. I went completely out on the floor and my head started aching real bad. I have vague visions of my brother lifting me and putting me on the bed, and placing a bucket next to the bed if I wanted to puke again, which turned out to be a smart move, as I made plenty use of the bucket. I hardly slept during the night,however, and was groaning real loud that my head was aching. I wonder how my brother managed to sleep. I guess my friend was the probably the only one who managed to get some sleep, after puking peacefully on the floor.

The "Hangover" mode:
Next morning we woke up feeling weak and drained. The whole place stank of puke. We were however in no mood to go home yet. My mom has a sense of smell more acute than a bloodhound's, and going home in this status would mean virtual death. So we decided to have fun while the hangover lasted. We called up all the grils we knew and sang songs to them in the morning. Nice way to get rid of hangover. Eventually the girls got sick of us and started cutting our calls. With nothing much to do, we finally cleaned ourselves, took baths, and left. Back home, my mom was very curious to know what I had done the previous night. I made up some stories, but I guess on one level she knew. Parents always know.

Inhibitions....


My entire social life is governed by inhibitions and preconcieved notions. Which probably explains why I don't have a social life. Whenever I meet a new person, espcially a female new person, I become too concious of myself. My mind starts scrutinising everything that I'm doing, the words that come out of my mouth, every single movement of my body, everything. I'm scared too come off too strong, and at the same time I don't want to go unnoticed. In short, I lose everything that comes naturally to me. Negative thoughts start formulating in my mind, and so even if the person in front of me tries to make conversation, I give back bland monosyllabic answers which erases any further potential for conversation. So, in the entire process of trying not to look like a fool, I end up looking completely like a fool. *sigh* and the worst part is I don't even realise all this till the person has left and half an hour has passed away. And this keeps happening again and again, and again. So basically I'm making this post right now because the above mentioned process has taken palce today(for the umpteenth time) and I'm feeling like an idiot, and contemplating how to prevent it from happening again. Any suggestions?

When your best friends start going out...


Today almost succeeded in being 'just another day'. But there was a huge surprise, or rather
shock, waiting for me at the end of the day. My two best friends have confessed their love for
each other to... well, each other. Its almost too wierd for me right now imagining those two
going for it. Lets call the guy X and the girl Y. Well, X and me have been closest buddies since
the first time we met, which was around three years ago. We also met Y at around the same time. Y is a sweet girl, but going by the kind of relation all three of us shared, I could never have
even dreamt about X and Y going out together... its like a part of my life is going to be changed
completely from now on... I can never talk to X about Y the way I used to earlier (don't get any
ideas, Y), and probably X will be a changed person too from now on... I think in a way I am
scared that I could be losing two of my best friends. They'll be needing more time for each other
now... and I guess that time will come out of the time which was earlier cut out for me...

I might be sounding paranoid, but believe me, it is a real shocker when your two best friends
start going out... you have to start thinking about them in a way you've never thought before. The change is sudden, and its huge. And this thing really hit us all right out of the blue. Till yesterday, everything was absolutely normal, and today, the world decides to take a spin in
the opposite direction... phew, its gonna take me some days till I get used to this
feeling.........

But hey, don't read me wrong guys(specially X and Y), I might be sounding a tad negative in the above paras, but thats just coz, well, you yourselves know how big a thing this is for me, heck
for all of us... I just hope that you guys have a great future together. Cheers!!

Here it is... my first blog post. The concept of blog seems a bit wierd to me... Its almost a very impersonal thing... your thoughts are up for the world to see, comment on, smirk on, and you wouldn't even know who's reading you. I've always been apprehensive when it comes to writing blogs... Sure I enjoy reading other people's blogs but when it comes to writing my own stuff, my mind gets filled with toughts that whatever I write is going to be visible to a huge network of people who will judge me on the basis of what I write, and if I write something stupid, they may never read me again... hah, I'm scared of people reading and not-reading my blog at the same time... and then there's comments... if some idiot out ther posts a comment that I'm a fool and that my thoughts match with those of a lice picking monkey... its gonna be pretty demoralizing.


But here I am anyway... for I've found blogs to be a nice outlet for your innermost toughts to the world in the most anonymous way... and maybe also find a few likeminded people along the way...


Well, I hope I'm gonna enjoy blogging as much as I do reading them...