An article that appears in this week’s edition of Times Crest comes as a breath of fresh air. Titled Godless And Loving It, the full-page story writes about a meet-up of people who don’t believe in the concept of god and cite it as “India’s biggest superstition”.
I’m thrilled to know there are so many more people who simply refuse to participate in this make-believe game adults play, this let’s-pretend-there’s-something-out-there game which they consciously suck their future generations into.
The number of seemingly intelligent people I’ve spoken to who not only can’t accept that they were misled by their gullible parents (who were misled by their gullible parents, and so on), but feel absolutely no shame in inducing the fear of god in their children is overwhelming.
And more than overwhelming, it is appalling.
How can you do that to your own child? I wouldn’t do it even to my enemies.
Below that wonderful article, there are two square boxes that carry stories of a Hindu and a Muslim.
The Hindu man speaks on how his parents were shocked to hear that he was an atheist and made him break 100 coconuts at a temple, and the Muslim man talks about how he offers namaz five times a day when he visits his parents but doesn’t do any of it at home; he’s a closet atheist.
It is amazing to hear stories of people who have rejected the concept of religion and don’t feel the need to depend on any higher power, and that there are many more freethinkers who are doing their bit to promote rational thinking.
Times Crest has scored major points with me for carrying the story, but reading it has made me angrier than before.
While I can’t attack your parents for being gullible and won’t criticize your choice of doing a Master’s in stupidity, here’s what I will say: Fuck you for what you are doing to your children.
Every few years, there is a disturbing change of beer trends in magical Goa. There was the local pilsner King’s, which ruled the scene. Then, Kingfisher took over and reigned until recently and now Tuborg has dethroned India’s most popular beer. They’re a lot cheaper at the beach shacks than they are at the liquor stores (“wine shops”) in Mumbai, but the next time we’re in Goa… I’ll be sippin’ water, thank you.
Speaking of ‘popular’, I think there’s a connection between Kingfisher and other popular stuff. Like god, for example. Or take any popular notion that doesn’t make any sense whatsoever. While it’s totally understandable that not everyone can admit they were wrong or fooled after a lifetime of believing in something, it’s baffling how people will belligerently continue to thrust forth their contrasting opinion in a show of loyalty to that which is obviously false.
It’s like trying to start a conversation with me by stating that a certain band whose only claim to fame is playing covers of Metallica/Megadeth/Slayer is the best thing to happen to metal. It never works.
Fuck all that – I laughed my head off talking to this delivery man who happens to be a London Pilsner loyalist. He told me how he’d bought the costlier Kingfisher thinking it’d be his birthday treat and that it ruined his celebration because, as he told me in Hindi, that beer fucking stinks.
It feels so good to be on a break from alcohol, especially after a visit to a microbrewery which poured into my life a truly great beer that… yeah, that’s right – no more shitty beer posts from me for a very long time. So if you’re too lazy to visit a microbrewery or too cheap to buy quality brew, the least you can do as someone who cares about what they put in their body is drink the only good Indian macrobrew around. And be sure to pester the wine shop owner for the the classic green bottle.
I wonder if anyone has broken it to Vijay Mallya yet…
BREW-TALITY IS LAW: Looks like Aneesh Nadkarni and Nikhil Warekar like Doolally's Witbier!
Nikhil Warekar: The German Wheat Beer/Witbier was an absolute delight. Taking inspiration from Kölsch – the German beer locally brewed in Cologne, the guys at Doolally added in their own twist by serving it unfiltered.
Aroma – Primarily malty. Sweet, fruity aroma with a strong hint of bananas. Slightly hoppy.
Mouthfeel – Dry, thin, smooth and fizzy. I could taste the bananas, a little bit of peppermint and citrus flavors which could be lemon or orange.
All in all a fine brew. Very impressed.
Warekar’s rating – 4.5/5
Aneesh Nadkarni: This beer could rightfully be called Weissbier because it passes the litmus test with flying colours. The German Wheat Beer served at Doolally is a real treat – has a richer, emulsifying taste and forms a real good head. A must for all beer aficionados as well as for the wayward sons who consider Kingfisher and Foster’s to be beer.
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Nadkarni’s rating: 4/5
Aditya Mehta: Hazy orangish-yellow lightbodied divinity. Smells like the best bananas in the world. Tastes even better. The wheat malts and bananas are upfront, of course. A hint of citrus, maybe lemon or oranges or sweet lime. Can’t taste hops, if there are any. German wheat beer isn’t my favourite beer style, but I could drink Doolally’s German Wheat Beer for the rest of my life. Flawless.
The second of the three brews that were available during Beer Olympics 2011, Doolally’s Premium 36 is a typical American adjunct lager. Dull taste, stale aftertaste, sits like a thick coat on the tongue. Avoid.
So this is the first drink we had at Doolally, Pune’s first microbrewery. Their cider was one of the three drinks available on tap, and it’s a pretty interesting beverage. It’s a bland apple drink that lies flat on your tongue like a dog expecting to be touched. The good part is you can’t tell there’s alcohol in it, but I’d have liked this to pack a punch.