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
Birds have nothing to do with whisky except for their job to comply as crispy snacks, fried, dried and roasted to accompany the drink at a party. But the Grouse had changed that. When Entrepreneur Maathew Gloag’s daughter Philippina sketched the picture of the red Grouse, the national game bird of Scotland she didn’t know this was going to be epochal. It soon became the mascot of ‘the most famous scotch’ from Scotland Earlier Matthew Gloag who was invited to … Continue reading
Let’s walk the streets of Amsterdam, the Netherlands this weekend. You know this country and its people, the old Holland and the Dutch who long back landed on the coasts of our Kerala, thereby opening the floodgates of colonial times. Yeah, we are right there, at its capital. They taught you many things when they were here. But did they teach you Kopstootje? No! Well, this is an unfair world. People keep the best things to themselves and farm out … Continue reading
How much drunk is drunk? Thomas Love Peacock has a measuring unit. He authoritatively says when a drunkard should call it a day. “He is not drunk who from the floor Can rise again and drink some more But he is drunk who prostrate lies And cannot drink and cannot rise.” What hell of a drink is that? Rum or Brandy? Whiskey or Vodka? Honey, I wanna tell you something. It’s honey! Peacock didn’t have any other drink in his … Continue reading
