As a twenty-something, who is fucking clueless about what’s happening to her life, I have a confession to make. I have attended multiple self awareness classes, motivational speech sessions and nothing ever made a two rupee change in my life. What brought about a real transformation was alcohol. Yes, I said it. I may be a horrible person now, but know that I was way worse.
I realised the importance of having aspirations: When I started off with Kingfisher, the dream was to drink cans of Stella. When I moved on to Old Monk, I hoped for a bright future where there’s unlimited Jack Daniel’s. Daaru taught me to be ambitious.
It taught me the value of money: Let’s admit it, all of us are a little spoilt from the inside. You don’t take the change back from the rickshaw dude, we don’t care if we drop a 5 rupee coin. But, then you discover the glory of drinking and all of a sudden – voila, twenty 5 rupee coins can get me a pint, let’s save the change.
It made me a little adventurous: I am not a Khatron Ke Khilaadi. I may pretend like I am but honestly I am a fattu. Alcohol makes me a little braver. Maybe it’s purely psychological, but if there’s something that I am petrified to do, I just get really tipsy and do it. It’s a source of courage and love.
You have a friend for life: The world is a shit hole and you are never ready for it. But alcohol gives me the comfort of having a lifelong solace. People come and go, but booze is there forever.
