Cheers 🥂

Its not the actual drinking but the romance surrounding it that puts me on a high regarding alcohol. Most of the aura of alcohol drinking has been made by the movies i guess, just like love making.... love making has been so un-naturally sugar coated picturised in movies that when one is actually down to the act one is terribly heart broken... love making has so much been hyped and typed and angled and positioned in the Hollywood movies that when the rosy bubble pops its nothing but air!!!
so... as i was saying, the same thing happens with alcohol... there are so many picture frames that come to your mind.... ahhh... ohh so handsome James bonds, all of them, medium dry martini, stirred and not shaken with an olive on top🍸, what the hell is that!!! i can only differentiate between alcohol drunk with water which is called whisky and another alcohol drunk without water which is called beer.. that's that simple....😕 
The party scene where the champagne comes sitting in a silver bucket full of ice, the bubbly itself when poured into slim glasses looks so lovely and inviting those small tiny bubbles rising to the top and sometimes you might actually find a diamond ring at the bottom !!! 🥂you want to have that moment in your life too...as for me i can tell that any alcohol that you pour from a bottle into long stemmed glass and drink are yellowish pale in colour with bubbles rising to the top, the first sip tastes like sugar syrup mixed with vinegar and then you have the gastritis... 😣
All those sexy ladies who have a long slit in their skirts will sway with a bottle of red wine in their right hand and a round bottommed glass delicately balanced on the left hand fingers🍷 and drop right into your bed... i bet you guys want that moment too!!! but can you imagine the stain it leaves on the bedsheet, and red wine is again sugar and vinegar along with a huge amount of peppers and spices and what else i cannot tell, but the taste burns right upto the large intestine... 😫A low-lit bar,the music is jazz, sitting on a high stool, striking up a conversation with a stranger, sipping on the rocks🥃 and then... walking in the rain... later a one night stand... wooh... who doesn't want that!!!... but single malt best had with ice is so so very expensive, i could only sometimes open the cabinet, look at it and day-dream my one night stand...😖
Next someone carrying a crateful of beer, the bell rings, the large tv is on, a match is going on... buddy-time!!! yeah!!! gulping down can after can of beer with slices of pizza maybe🍺... how is it humanely possible i wonder, so much fluid along with all that carbon dioxide... 😏
Alcohol gives a sense of euphoria you are shown people, couples dance the night away, drink and dance🍻... amazing way to burn calories... i prefer that to hitting the gym, don't you???... but i haven't yet come across any husband who actually takes his wife and drinks and dances at the same time, i for instance haven't seen the interiors of a discotheque in my 45 years... 😐
Next comes to mind the cocktails... such wonderful decorative pieces, you fashionably sip with a straw, lounging on the beach under the umbrella... topped on that someone rubbing suntan on you... ummm.. lovely isn't it🍹... but the darker the cocktails the hellier they taste, i once had bloody mary, who could like that its tomato juice with chilli-pepper and i couldn't get past that salty rim of the glass, i could anyday trade it for a glass of simple milk shake.😳
Anyway... as i was saying, i drink alcohol too but the euphoria persists till the first sip.After that what comes puts me to sleep.
The ambience matters, the light let it be dimmed,or sky full of stars, once in kalimpong after a large spell of rain showers the night sky cleared to reveal stars i walked into the terrace of Morgan house, alcohol worked magic on the senses, i felt rejuvenated.
Memories of drinking goes back to my childhood days, the father and uncles used to sit, chat, drink... there were yearly get togethers in our ancestral village house, we kids and cousins used to play and fool around. Baba used to give me a sip now and then but actually campa-cola was the main attraction.
Brandy holds a special place in my heart, it was severe cold winters in uttar pradesh where i had spent my childhood, ma used to bring milk,thick and sweet glass full along with 2 spoonfuls of brandy. Beer got introduced early in to my life. uttar pradesh saw equally hot summers, rows of beer bottles lined our fridge door,and i picked up the habit of drinking water from bottles just as men do with beer bottles, putting my lips pursed to the mouth and drinking bottoms-up, the habit still persists today.
Friends do matter, with some you can let caution to the wind, get tripsy, say whatever comes to mind... with the correct companion even water becomes alcohol... and alcohol hits directly to your nervous system, i have had some enjoyable company and moments i tend to remember, but i have completely forgotten what I was drinking.
so... as I was saying, keeping in mind the topic not deviating from it entirely.... not the drink but the drama surrounding the glass,the music, the tinkling lights, the actual act of pouring, dropping the ice, looking at the familiar faces , feeling the joy and saying "cheers" gives me a high at the first sip itself... after that its only C2H5OH and H2O