For the last few months Sam had been thinking of how a chill Beer would taste? Those were the days when governments in different states seemed to be promoting Beer sales. Prices were perhaps all time low. I still remember, a strong beer of a premium brand would cost around Rs 35 or Rs 40 at that time. Sam had just joined an engineering college, witnessing a somewhat liberal life as compared to school days. New friends, new ambience and with around day scholars and hostellers, he was going through a sudden transition of life. So this way everything was favoring him to clink the glasses of beer and cherish the probably best invention of mankind till now.
One day, at last Sam recollected his guts and reached a wine shop. He tried hard to be confident to show the shop owner that how frequently he drank. He took a deep breath, broadened his chest and went to the counter and asked,” One bottle of beer please.”
Shopkeeper said,” Small or large?”
Sam took a pause and replied,” Large.” So what if this was the first time, he had to show that he was a veteran wino.
Another question came, “which beer?”
Sam thought a while and said,” Kingfisher!”
Till then beer used to be the only entity for him irrespective of any brand or any other alcohol type. Thanks to the fame and kudos earned by Vijay Mallya which helped him to answer quickly “which brand?”
Shopkeeper said,” strong or light?”
“Gschu… now what is this strong or light”, Sam whispered and gave a strange look to the shopkeeper. It took him few seconds to answer,” Strong.” No compromise with what he was trying to pretend. This might have definitely miffed the vendor.
Shopkeeper sniffed and asked while passing the beer bottle,” Want to drink here?”
Sam gave a sarcastic look and mumbled,” Does he think I will go home and drink this in my room?”
Obviously he could not go to home with beer and his friends either as this would defame his goody-goody image.
Sam answered the shopkeeper,” Yes, please open the bottle.”
He held the bottle with pride (like holding a shield or cup after winning any competition) and took it to his mouth. Before he could take the first sip, the smell forced him to remove the bottle from mouth. Immediately he thought that why he was dying to taste that filthy drink? How could someone drink it? But he had invested 40 bucks which was given to him for petrol. It was hard for him to waste the money and above all what would the guys around think that he could not drink even half of a bottle of beer.
He breath in, hold his breath and galloped 3-4 sips at one shot and asphyxiated himself, resulting a sudden burst out of his mouth ejecting all the contents of stomach.
It has been almost more than 7 years now when Sam first tasted a beer. Today he is sitting in a 5 star restaurant, not standing before a wine shop. He is again confident but in other sense. He knows that he had been occasionally drinking beer for the last few years and could easily digest at least 1 bottle. Though his newly married life has taken a toll over his bachelor life’s activities and reduced the liquor intake frequency to negligible, but still, can’t he digest a beer.
Sam calls a waiter and orders,” One Kingfisher Strong.”
Great, so there are still few things which have yet not changed during the last 7 years.
Waiter comes with a chill bottle and asks Sam to check the chillness. Sam Okays and waiter pours the beer in beer mug. Sam looks excited. After months he was going to have a beer. He decides to go for bottoms up. He holds his breath and closes his eyes. With a gush he empties entire mug. Sam opens his eyes. But what is this? He feels uneasiness, can easily sense storming feeling inside his stomach, a volcano about to erupt. In a jiffy he rushes to the restroom. Alas… great timing…there he enters and the incidence occurred 7 years ago repeats itself.
Time has really taken a full circle for Sam.