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Re: The Official Pune Offline Meet(G2G) Thread
@niranjanvaidya. @whymail. As a youngster,I hated Scotch; I felt it was for the pansies of the Armoured Corps. The infantry drank rum. It took rum to put hair on a man's chest. "Fifteen men on the dead man's chest, yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum" and that sort of thing. The men drank rum so too did the officers. If an officer preferred whiskey, then he was considered ambitious and a man of private means too who could afford it. Also, some Officers' Messes prohibited the serving of rum at the bar as it was considered crude for an officer's refined taste buds. Utter rubbish...
During those days, the Indian Army had the best rums in the world - Hercules and Sea Pirate. What flavour, what aroma. Virtually no residue on the blotting paper. Straight up from the bottle itself, on the rocks, with hot/warm/cold/chilled water or soda, with Coke and in cocktails, Hercules was THE best rum in the world. Now, one has to swig that awful Old Monk and the horse piss called McDowell. And then from a bloody PET bottle. The good times have gone the Kingfisher way - down and out.
Also, it was too expensive to go ballistic on whiskey. But when a bender is needed, it is vodka. Nothing like vodka to get smashed on and yet resemble and feel like a human being the next morning. I can't get the original Russian stuff which is absolutely dry so have to make do with the oily Smirnoffs and Romanovs and Blue Fins. My first love is beer but it loves my waist as much as I love it so we have a love-hate relationship.
Now, with the passage of time, I appreciate two fingers of a good whiskey on ice, a nice cheroot, my favourite book and.... we enjoy each other's company. At the end of the day, nothing like a contemplative drink to put matters in their correct perspective. And when one has as wonderful a spouse as I have, who also enjoys the odd Black Dog, one does not have to talk to speak...
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I must say that the Pune thread makes for excellent reading (at least some posts). With Angrezi Goris, marriage, hidden meanings, scotch and absolute Puneri Marathi, I can say that this thread gives me some moments of respite from the otherwise busy and hectic corporate schedule.
All I can say is that whymail, icemang and trustvishwas bring a bit of maturity to this thread which prevents the usual bakar. It is as entertaining to read your posts as it is to see a Rishabh Shukla and Rohit aka Biru speak about their Bhoplalese (double meaning intended) adventures and cricket commentary. A meeting at a G2G is in order.
As regards to the Triumph scene, I also prefer Sake to Scotch...just that Sake tastes better for my taste buds
All I can say is that whymail, icemang and trustvishwas bring a bit of maturity to this thread which prevents the usual bakar. It is as entertaining to read your posts as it is to see a Rishabh Shukla and Rohit aka Biru speak about their Bhoplalese (double meaning intended) adventures and cricket commentary. A meeting at a G2G is in order.
As regards to the Triumph scene, I also prefer Sake to Scotch...just that Sake tastes better for my taste buds
During those days, the Indian Army had the best rums in the world - Hercules and Sea Pirate. What flavour, what aroma. Virtually no residue on the blotting paper. Straight up from the bottle itself, on the rocks, with hot/warm/cold/chilled water or soda, with Coke and in cocktails, Hercules was THE best rum in the world. Now, one has to swig that awful Old Monk and the horse piss called McDowell. And then from a bloody PET bottle. The good times have gone the Kingfisher way - down and out.
Also, it was too expensive to go ballistic on whiskey. But when a bender is needed, it is vodka. Nothing like vodka to get smashed on and yet resemble and feel like a human being the next morning. I can't get the original Russian stuff which is absolutely dry so have to make do with the oily Smirnoffs and Romanovs and Blue Fins. My first love is beer but it loves my waist as much as I love it so we have a love-hate relationship.
Now, with the passage of time, I appreciate two fingers of a good whiskey on ice, a nice cheroot, my favourite book and.... we enjoy each other's company. At the end of the day, nothing like a contemplative drink to put matters in their correct perspective. And when one has as wonderful a spouse as I have, who also enjoys the odd Black Dog, one does not have to talk to speak...
Listen to this
. Normally, I don't drink more than two or three doubles in a day. When in a regular unit, it is some kind of a ritual to end the day with a couple of drinks at one's home or at some friend's place. In those days, we were a very closely-knit team of officers so 3 days in a week would find us guzzling each other's hooch. The ladies would conjure up a pot-luck dinner, the kids would be running riot and we officers would be talking shop. And then a couple of us were real party animals - music, dance, hulla-gulla. Such occasions are needed to do some "attitude adjustment".
Great topic by [MENTION=33779]icemang[/MENTION] and good to know now in some unofficial G2G even [MENTION=11065]niranjanvaidya[/MENTION] also can have some stuff :P
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