Enough of sardonic writing. While the others are fade up of it, can't help having a similar feeling myself. Let's look at the better things of life. Booze, for example.
I'm a self-proclaimed master of the cult- based on years of experience. Ironically, boozing (in moderation) in parties is an in thing whereas having 'desi daaru' of cheaper variety is looked down upon.
In fact, one of my subordinates during my service career dared to raise his eyebrows over this issue to me. "When the sahibs consume liquor it's sacrosanct 'drinking', but for us, the labourers, the same act becomes heinous 'peena'! Language matters.
Apparently he maligned me with the 'sahib' tag, notwithstanding the fact that many a time I've joined the hoi polloi in their feasts and fests.
But his point could hardly be ignored. Even many political leaders in favour of banning alcohol relish their glasses of scotch in the evenings. And mind it, many of the 'sahibs' are not credited as being exactly sober after their (over)bouts.
Be it drinking or peena, people can be classified according to the ways it's consumed. Some sip it slowly with intermittent bites of snacks savouring the increasing effect on brain with each sip, some are fidgety enough to sip every alternate minute. Some gobble, gulp or swig it without caring two hoots for the quality or quantity of snacks in the vicinity. The latter category usually vouch that they’ve consumed nothing compared to their regular threshold, but often end up being more tipsy than the rest. In recent times, some even gargle it for a while before letting it farther down the gullet believing they've demoralised corona, if not decimated it.
Coming to the quintessential part: effect. Everyone invariably changes his/her colour. Some are sure to put Arijit Singh or Shreya Ghosal to shame with their singing prowess, some will make Prashant Kishor envious with their election strategies, yet some others will bamboozle Socrates with their own brand of philosophy. More often than not, however, most turn out to be a package of all the above! This is pure (dose-dependent) ecstasy.
However, there remains a vile group of exception. They form the lowest stratum of boozing community. Every ire, past or present, evokes in orgasms of vengeance in this group! Well, everything has its ups and downs.
This reminds me of a man who, drunk optimally, was on his way back home. While entering his alley he remembered that a neighbour of his had a minor scuffle with his wife two years back regarding disposal of garbage. He utilised his inebriated state to perfection by abusing the man staggering around in front of his house. The man supposed to receive the verbal hurls remained invisible, but the decibels emitted thereof were enough to bring out the boozer's own wife to pull him back home. The rest is history.
Having said that, despite myriad vices of boozing it remains one of the best stress busters. Many a brilliant idea, especially in art and literature, have come out in boozed ecstasy. For ordinary mortals like us, it carries us to dizzy heights to cherish the latent unfulfilled goals, even if for a short while.
So, let there be a round of hurrah for booze. Cheers!