"Its drizzling, there's an amazing breeze, and i can see lots of boats out on the lake behind my house. I'm standing in the balcony with mild spray on my face and a large of neat Chivas in my hand. Couldn't get better!"
I just put up this FB update. One peg and i was content typing on my phone. Two, and i just had to switch on my laptop. haha :-)
What a combo....rains and booze....must have been one of the Eureka moments for God, like the time he invented boobs. Well that one was on the top of the list anyways, dunno why he had to go on and make moobs! @*&%#$...
I guess i've always had a soft spot for the rains, like I've said before. But all that's multiplied when you gimme a drink when its pouring. Aaaaaaah! Sorry for the inappropriate sound, but the feeling is indeed, semi-orgasmic.
I guess its because of my earliest drinking memories. I started drinking very late, was in my TY then (i know...its embarrassing), in july 1999 to be precise (thats more than a decade ago....FK i'm old!). A couple of good buddies and i used to sit in The Den in Santacruz west. It was a dingy old place, practically empty till around 7pm, when all the depressed uncles used to start walking in, to sit alone and down a quarter or two before heading back to life.
We used to reach by lunch time. :-) The place had an antique juke-box in a corner, which played old Rafi and Kishore blues, 2 songs to a rupee. Those were days when money was really really scarce and it was great to have a juke-box that was 10x cheaper than the other places. The super-eccentric parsi owner used to pass his time kicking his pet Pomeranian under the table and screaming mother-sister expletives at the lone waiter.
But still, it was the most amazing place. I've gone there with lots of great pals (soham, vaibhav, my bro, shabrya, ashish, shadab). We used to sit for 6-8 hours at a stretch lining up bottles, cocooned safely inside while the mumbai rains thundered down outside. Those conversations, carefree innocent passionate, just cannot be brought back now. An age gone by. Sad.
Since then, June-Sept has always been Whiskey time! Whether on a trek, or at Lonavala in a car filled with half naked rowdies, drenched to the core or watching the showers in some cosy shelter trying not to shiver because of the chill.....that golden liquid has warmed up our insides like only a good drink can. Sure, the brands have changed over time. I now heartily recommend Laphroaig Single Malt to anyone who cares to listen.
The only prob is, its all been too tame, the last few years. Now that i've managed to get out of the soul sucking corporate rigmarole, its time to do something different. Sure, i cannot pull off a Gene Kelly (Singin in the Rain - the1952 musical), but I solemnly pledge that the next time it rains heavily, i'm gonna walk around my colony soaking it up and carefree as hell, sipping on a couple of stiff drinks mixed in an empty bisleri bottle, just like the good old college days.