Wednesday, January 7, 2009
But Occifer There's No Blood in My Alcohol
I had the great opportunity to drive my posterior to the other end of Bangalore city. My destination was an interesting local landmark, which I reached after taking a U turn since. I had to get there to receive a payment for a voice job. Anyways the short of it is that there is a board that says Jai Bharat Nagar literally sandwiched by two Petrol Bunks opposite each other.
The rendezvous reached, the payment taken, I left as accustomed via Brigade Road. And as accustomed to, while loaded, put my hawk eyes on the alert for glares, and T Shirts. The one on the corner was bright white and it said "But Occifer There's No Blood in My Alcohol." It caught my eye. And so did my eye also locate a spot of luck - a dream slot to slit my car into. And I did, and I ended up paying a parking fee on an electronic meter, the first in my life. 10 bucks, and a little wait for change is what it took before I crossed the road with a valiant smirk on my face.
I found an old muslim selling my favourite Onion samosas in true manje Shivaajnagar fashion. I grabbed a samosa wrapped in crispy newspaper which rapidly blotted the excess of oil in vain before buying the object of my fancy, the T Shirt with the legend "But Occifer There's No Blood in My Alcohol"
Late evening, I had a little drink. A singular peg affair.
Later, a friendly cop knocks on the window of my car. Im playing "Knocking on heavens door."
He asks me if I was drunk. "Kudididdeera?"
I make a broad grin and happily proclaim in the affirmative - Howdu saar God Promise Kudididdeeni... The constable is amused and tells the inspector. I reaffirm my belief in the law and impress upon him with figures of my considerable weight. I particularly like to do this because this is the only positive thing about being generous on the scales - Im legally allowed two drinks, blah blah, get tested on the blow-me-to know-how-much-you're-drunk thingies and get aquitted as I'd predicted.
The T Shirt which bore the legend "But Occifer There's No Blood in My Alcohol" was in the car.
I drove away with the joy of being discovered drunk legally.
I'm on a bigger high. No kidding! he he eh!
The rendezvous reached, the payment taken, I left as accustomed via Brigade Road. And as accustomed to, while loaded, put my hawk eyes on the alert for glares, and T Shirts. The one on the corner was bright white and it said "But Occifer There's No Blood in My Alcohol." It caught my eye. And so did my eye also locate a spot of luck - a dream slot to slit my car into. And I did, and I ended up paying a parking fee on an electronic meter, the first in my life. 10 bucks, and a little wait for change is what it took before I crossed the road with a valiant smirk on my face.
I found an old muslim selling my favourite Onion samosas in true manje Shivaajnagar fashion. I grabbed a samosa wrapped in crispy newspaper which rapidly blotted the excess of oil in vain before buying the object of my fancy, the T Shirt with the legend "But Occifer There's No Blood in My Alcohol"
Late evening, I had a little drink. A singular peg affair.
Later, a friendly cop knocks on the window of my car. Im playing "Knocking on heavens door."
He asks me if I was drunk. "Kudididdeera?"
I make a broad grin and happily proclaim in the affirmative - Howdu saar God Promise Kudididdeeni... The constable is amused and tells the inspector. I reaffirm my belief in the law and impress upon him with figures of my considerable weight. I particularly like to do this because this is the only positive thing about being generous on the scales - Im legally allowed two drinks, blah blah, get tested on the blow-me-to know-how-much-you're-drunk thingies and get aquitted as I'd predicted.
The T Shirt which bore the legend "But Occifer There's No Blood in My Alcohol" was in the car.
I drove away with the joy of being discovered drunk legally.
I'm on a bigger high. No kidding! he he eh!
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