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Thursday, May 11, 2006

D -8: alcohol

thatha could drink and drink in his day. up til he was about 80, he could easily finish 1/2 a bottle of whisky in a night. on a good day, he could finish a whole bottle. his poisons of choice (in descending order): chivas regal, johnnie walker black and johnnie walker red. and his everyday drink would be a large bottle of ABC or guinness stout. i remember being about 4 or 5 at my grandparents' place during dinner, and thatha would be sitting at the corner of the table during dinner with his piece fried mutton and glass/can of stout. that was my first experience with alcohol. sip of stout. man.. that was some foul stuff then..

his eyes used to light up when presented with a bottle of johnnie walker. think of gollum caressing the one ring. as age caught up with him and his ability to hold his liquor started falling, whoever poured him drinks would dilute it with water (he preferred to drink neat). he would gripe n gripe about how the taste has been diluted. he'd make it sound like an absolute sacrilege had been committed.

once when he came over to my place, parents put him on an alcohol ban, and he looked sooo down that i sneaked him a peg of whisky. ahh.. the look of glee that he had on his face then :)

thus spake satchithananda at 9:49 pm

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