Rum

Shaken, Not Stirred

JAMES BOND Wity Martini

Most of us were initiated into the world of alcohol with a cocktail – Rum and Cola. The sweet beverage diluted the fire a bit and made it drinkable. Then some day as we became mature we grew out of our sweet tooth, saying goodbye to Cola. But that was not so in the west. Cocktails have become a way of life in America since the days of prohibition. With no legal drink available in the market, life was not … Continue reading

My Name is Rum

rum

Call me Mr. Rum. I come to relieve the man off. He is a teacher, a traveler, a writer.  Let him bask in the sunlight. Here I will be, dark in tone, deep by the roots, down under. Rum, I am. You may want to cut me down by calling me the dirty underbelly, the libido, or the Mr. Hyde side of the goody goody Dr. Jekyll. Listen. I don’t care a damn. Because I am Rum. Born in the … Continue reading

Apocalypse now: Breaking Spirits

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1997. It was 10pm. All beverage outlets in the city were closed. The party was only reaching its climax. Everybody present desperately needed a couple of pegs more for the road, but they were looking down an empty cache without a single bottle left. As the host I smiled, and asked my confidante to pull out my last number from the cupboard – a bottle of Bacardi. “Wow!” everyone interjected in unison. I smiled proudly. It was magic indeed to … Continue reading

Raking up Death

dracula

The air is permeated with the smell of blood and death in a mount somewhere in Palakkad. Welcome to the abode of Malaippothy. When the annual festival arrives, people from all walks of life gather on the holy mount with pots of toddy and live chicken to appease the Malai Bhagavathy(Malaippothy). The poojari will rip the head of the cock that you have brought over  a stone idol now soaked in red. Now settle down somewhere in the mount and … Continue reading