The Misguided Allure of the Drunken Trail

A man walks out of a bar. A genie appears before him and offers to grant him three wishes. The man thinks for a moment and asks for a bottle of beer that will never go empty. Immediately he is gifted with a bottle. The man starts drinking and right before it’s all gone, it starts to refill. The genie asks about the next two wishes. The man says ‘I want two more of these’.

Dionysus, the Greek god of wine, would be proud of our statesmen. The only body happier than him would be that of the beverage corporation. Factoring in the recent increase in tax, all alcohol should probably be served with gold flakes floating in it. Yet, as long as the buyer can pay, Chivas and Johnny will continue to play. The lines will never stop queuing and pre-game order will be strictly maintained till nine – when the bell tolls for the drinking man.

The hand that offers you your first ever glass is supposed to determine your fortunes against the alcohol demons. Sometimes it’s your grand-father or even father that lets you take a sip from their glass once you’ve entered your teenage years. Then there’s that adventurous uncle that’s curious as to how you’ll react to a little free flow. He will also gently warn you that he will break your legs if he ever finds you in a bar anywhere. That older cousin of yours will happily take you along on one of the ‘picnic’ trips with his gang and traditions of deep-fried freshly shot meat and local toddy in scenic surroundings will be introduced to you. Life has started experimenting.

Social drinking is a curious phenomenon. You are surrounded by friends, most of them regulars at the bottle fest. There are those that manage to muster the will to stick to their principles and not touch a drop. There are those that let their curiosity overcome them – how can you decide what isn’t good for you unless you have tried it? It’s a slow death after all, with emphasis on the slow. All those soft-drink bottles that they carry to the visits far away are spiked with wholesome doses of the white and coloured. The curious ones can test some and continue dancing to the tunes of the journey. It is advisable that you don’t think about your parents that have sent you down here with such great expectations in their hearts. However, just thinking and crying about how your poor mother will react to the notion is enough to make some stop forever. There is swift guilt that spreads through your heart when you hand over to a friend his first glass – you can now only hope he won’t make this a habit. Drinking in a group of mixed gender (where both sexes partake in the pleasantries) has its own perks. When the shot glasses are laid out, lavish outbursts of fun are sure to follow.

It’s also an outlandish way to meet people. Acquaintances turn to friends or frenemies as their souls are bared. Sitting in the midst of relative strangers in say, the hostel of the college that’s hosting the fest you’re attending, surrounded by joyous celebration can put the ‘connecting people’ advertisement in perspective. Birthdays are equally welcome. You borrow money from your homeboys to buy the stuff for them – the circle of life. People forget exams – before or after the paper – as their need suits them. People will be there for you in your times of need, if you can quench their thirst in theirs. You hail back-up for the intermittent fight with a bottle as the informal fee. Sometimes the unprecedented may happen when a young man satisfied with his night’s quota decides to sleep it off on the middle of the road. He feels free to find the best setting for the same by stoning all the streetlights in the vicinity. It is to be noted that being a public nuisance can land you a night in the local station's holding cell once in a while.

The entertainment value in the alcohol business is not to be under-estimated. Vijay Mallya should be sufficient reference. I think most IPL cheer-leading squads have a United Breweries slogan across their chests. The Alcoholics non-Anonymous is a quandary of emotion really. There are the laughter-artists. These are the people who make you laugh and those that laugh at and with you. Eventually everything anybody says will trigger a volley of mirth. The singers and the dancers gather in unison. You’ll swear you’ve never seen such synchronization even at Broadway. Unfortunately violence is not a novelty either. Khushwant Singh was said that ‘9/10ths of the violence in India is due to sexual frustration’. He probably said this with a glass of scotch in hand- thus forgetting to factor in the alcoholism. The daring drunks are the ones that will jump into the lakes from bridges, pretend to throw sticks at the mango trees while sparking the power lines to check the efficiency of our electricity board or drive on a whim to Munnar at two in the morning for a cuppa tea (actually, they don’t have to be drunk to do this).

Alcohol tends to amplify emotion. You see youngsters disappearing into the night on their phone – apparently to coax their better halves to lullaby and sleep – conversations are an outpouring of emotion. Even Cupid would be impressed by some of the dialogue that emanates from those in form. Truly such a thing of beauty must be a joy forever. Red wine is even considered to be an aphrodisiac. However as with everything else in life, there are two sides to this too. A scorned lover unleashes his anger by driving down to the girl’s house in the pitch black of night. He heaps abuse and throws eggs at the (un)holy premises. The next day he rises out of his drunken stupor only to realize that he had egged the wrong house. Those who believe that drowning yourself in liquor is akin to mending a broken heart will be in for a crude shock when you realize that not everything can be forgotten. Sometimes it is easier to believe that it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Marriages are a glorious affair with some special ceremonies featuring an almost transparent home-made brew that is potent enough to knock you out if not diluted sufficiently. The bawdy activity of adding liquor to the juice containers is frowned upon by most fathers of the brides. Religious and public holidays come with a license to fill. Setting off fire-crackers in the height of your drunken form is quite a spectacle too with rockets barely flying over your heads and the loud bomb-like innovations tending to burst in your hand itself. The second of October requires prior planning with supplies hoarded well in advance. Any shortage on the day is dealt with by contacting your local saviour who will raise the shutter just high enough to barter bottle and money. Bachelor parties, like election campaigns, also revolve around impressing your men with sheer quantity.

Cocktailing is an art. In fact there is a proper course offered on the subject. After all, that which doesn’t kill you does not always have to make you stronger. There are those that consume the classy brands and eagerly await duty-free arrivals. The average protocol revolves around each person with something in his wallet putting his share into the pot. Ice, water and soda are arranged for. Even water from the nearby stream will do if you’re sufficiently lacking in consciousness. One of the stranger combinations must be the use of Complan as flavouring (forever the Complan boy). Its most potent side-effect will be a night with your head in the closet. The more daring have been found to pour a bit into the glass and light a match to set the contents on fire, finally downing the flaming liquid into the back of their throats.

There is a curious rule about alcohol in moving vehicles. You cannot drink in the confines of a stationary vehicle but you're free to consume all when it's moving. The trick is not to spill while alternating between bumps and potholes on our gracious roads. There are never any glasses when you need them. The pro being their cheapness and the con is their tendency to shatter at the slightest touch. Fortunately there will always be some corner-side kiosk selling all the essentials at any late hour- you pick up a few glasses, maybe some salt, eggs just in case and the lemon-chilli cluster, if you’re into that sort of thing. Floating in the waters - be it your bath tub or a quaint riverside spot - with a bottle in hand is a fascinating way to postpone your high. There are those that take their liquor in better on an empty stomach followed by generous helpings of rich food to wash it down and then those that need their fill of culinary happiness before the bottle cap is unscrewed.

Food plays a poised role in the affairs of the state. As you travel along the famed backwaters, crabs, shrimp and water fowl are the greatest delicacies. The fish-head served is as big as a football, dipped in rich gravy and prawns sautéed to perfection. The duck is stripped off all but the essential and fried or curried as per your specification. It’s all always spicy and tends to complement the bittersweet toddy. As locales change dark tantalizing beef and pork creep into the menus. Tapioca is the side-dish of choice of course. Fried liver and quail are quite sought after too. If you know the right people, you can get your hands on some less-advertised tortoise or fried frog-legs. However, in the direst of cash-strapped circumstances, a packet of quality peanuts is the most touching option. In case the quality is not up to standard, you down a few pegs and call the customer service number on the packet cover and swear in the language of your choice. This is a wonderful stress relief for those that can’t keep their alcohol in without getting on the nerves of at least one other person. Fruits are considered the best absorbents. Arming yourself with apples and oranges at a booze-fest might save you from lying face down in your own bile at the end of the day.

Shakespeare said that it is the evil that men do that lives after them.  However today it lives as they live too. Every time Mohan Lal uncorks a bottle of the big screen, you’ll have clans of ever-aspiring citizenry to test and imbibe themselves into the featured bottle or bar. We cannot argue that he should not drink on screen. That day is not here yet - fortuitously from some perspectives. Maybe a day will come when every movie screening will be prologued by the anti-alcohol ad but that day is not today. Also, more often than not, the film will show us a brief moment of drunken euphoria before the consequences of the same drunken abyss are released. The pity lies in the fact that we see only what we want to – the first part. The say the average alcoholic drinks only for two occasions – happiness and sadness. Fortunately and unfortunately these would come along more often than you’d expect, for at the end of the day we are but human.

If the state were mapped on the basis of bars, beverages and toddy shops, there are quite a few people who would never lose their way. The inside of most booze caves are dark and dingy. It would seem that the inhabitants are afraid to show their faces lest they be recognized by others of the same ilk. It could also be a management ploy to con the drunken man for what rights could he exercise once he’s tottering on all fours. As some attention-seeking celebrity once sadly said ‘It is only us drunkards that do not have rights’. Even so it’s all good until they have run over some unlucky pavement dwellers in their flashy Beamers and blame the bar-tender for not recognizing that he had served beyond the consumer’s limits. Thankfully the legal system does not decree that server should be omniscient, but it does say that drinking and driving is against the law. Most metropolitans even offer home delivery services. You don’t have to step out of your house and you will never run out. Some would argue that we had nothing to lose. Statistics show that women were happiest with this development.

There has been a hazy picture of pub culture painted by the media amongst the everyday students. As in the recent ‘exposes’ in one of our bigger cities, where every-day partygoers are pictured  and displayed as indecent human beings that are the root cause of humanity’s frailties. This was taken over the top recently when girls getting into a cab after a party were videoed and flashed all over television and news dailies as a drunken vulgarity. The curious part is the girls in question weren’t even drunk. The gratifying part is they were law school students that took the irresponsible media contingent to court.

As long as the constitution grants those over twenty-one to purchase and consume their own liquor, nobody should have the right to deny anybody else their right within their rights. The only factors that should matter are where the money comes from (your parents don’t give you an allowance to drink in normal situations) and the medical implications of the consumption. There are those that balance the credit of the booze with the debit of starving for lunch and breakfast. Early graves are rarely easier to achieve.

Alcohols, hard as it maybe to believe do have benefits when consumed with the right choices in the right quantities. While researching your alcohol before consumption is not such a bad idea, a brief summary of its goodness can be listed as follows. Wines are said to significantly cut down on your chances of having a heart-attack and even reduce signs of aging. Aged spirits like whiskey come with cancer-fighting antioxidants. A shot of brandy contains the same antioxidant potential as 90 mg of vitamin C. Vodka acts as a relaxant and de-stressing agent, effective for inducing sleep. Tequila can dissolve fats and reduce cholesterol. Beer reduces the incidences of kidney stone formation and improves blood circulation. It would seem advocating that hospital rooms come equipped with mini-bars is not unwarranted.

The average young drinkers find it a great difficulty to control themselves. They drink until they are drunk and then they drink again until they have but passed out. Actually most of them do pass out. Habitual heavy drinking can result in cardiovascular diseases. Throat cancer comes along with the tendency to smoke while you drink (more whiskey will not save you). The traditional cirrhosis of the liver is when your liver becomes so scarred and corroded that it is fatal. It's hard to predict which drinkers will develop cirrhosis. Sometimes, people who drink huge amounts never get cirrhosis and some who don't drink very much do get it. Gastritis occurs due to inflammation of the pancreas by liquor. Dementia, depression and seizures are accrued to uncontrolled alcohol intake. These reasons are probably why those mini-bars aren’t set up.

Somebody once said that alcohol was necessary for man so that he could have a good opinion of himself, undisturbed by the facts. 

The problem with drinking is that if something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.  Despite this crass eventuality you could say that all’s well that ends well, provided it does end well. The bumper sticker on the booze wagon should read ‘Everything in moderation including moderation’. Be safe.