Alcohol

Beer spread through Europe thanks to Germany. If you've ever been there, you'd know that their women drink with a certain sense of dignity. Their men of course, know exactly how to appreciate alcohol. The problem seems to be though, that the rest of the world seems to have forgotten how to.

If you've ever roamed the streets of London at about 3 or 4 am on a Saturday morning (not that it's something I'd ever advise to you do), you'd see what I'm talking about. You'd see women puking, pissing on the road and just generally exhibiting behavior which drastically lowers any sense of dignity they might have had before. Fortunately for them, this is something they won't remember the next morning. All I'm saying is, women have an intrinsic charm to them as a gender. It's a pity to see it vanish completely simply because they've had just about three shots of whiskey.

I'm not trying to make sweeping stereotypes about anything. It's just very bothersome to me the way certain people react to alcohol. Women have a much lower capacity for alcohol than men, and I don't blame them for that. It's a purely biological thing. But somehow, they have a tendency to react rather drastically to liquor. They break down, start crying and usually get rather emotional. There are of course exceptions. But generally, women have a tendency to publicly humiliate themselves when they consume liquor. Men on the other hand, tend to get happy, and if anything even more fun, when they get tipsy or drunk. Which is why males always make for much better drinking buddies than females.

I remember telling a couple of guys I was sharing beer with about a month back at Cafe Oz (decent place; check it out) that I always feel so much safer when I'm drinking with guys than with girls. Thankfully it was just me and them, because I wouldn't like to say that to any woman's face, even if both I and she knew fully well she deserved it. But this is part of the reason I prefer hanging out with guys. If I'm forced to spoil my experience of drinking repeatedly by having to handle women who can't handle themselves and are puking and making out with each other simply because they think consumption of alcohol is a reasonable excuse to do so, I'd much rather not hang out with them in the first place.

I'm not saying I don't do it occasionally. Sure, I like that a glass of good Scotch lets me do or say things I wouldn't normally do or say, or that it lets me let go of my inhibitions. All I'm saying is, I don't drink that glass because of it. And therein lies the difference.

Need. Alcohol. Now.

It all comes sweeping back. The memories. The visions. The words that were said. And those that weren't. The feelings in my head.

All together now. All in that one single moment. A plethora of emotions, recollections. Like a giant wave suddenly rushing into the sides of my brain, crashing and churning. Like a surge of liquid insistently calling attention to itself. Wanting, trying, to envelop me...to drown me.

And the bottle holds it all.

Guilt. Guilt. Guilt.

'Guilt alone, like brain-sick frenzy in its feverish mood, fills the light air with visionary terrors, and shapeless forms of fear.'

P.S. I've recently learnt that I suck at writing pornography. Another alternative career gone out the window. Ah well.

That Time of the Year Again

Yep. I think the time has come to give all my readers a virtual introduction to my whimsical, eccentric and simply rather weird teachers for this semester. It's been a while since the semester began, but in lieu of anything else to write about, here goes.

1. Contract

I honestly don't know how to describe this dude. I used to absolutely loathe him, seeing as how he's so old and teaches in a completely soporific manner, not to mention that he's rather sharp and cutting, and also slightly intimidating. But I slowly realized there's more to him. He's actually rather chilled out. Up till last year he used to be our Proctor, and man, what I wouldn't do for him to remain in that position (The semester began rather ominously with me getting into major trouble with the college authorities for...certain events involving alcohol, and for some reason the situation just escalated completely out of hand. That's a story for another time. All I'm saying is, I have a strong suspicion it wouldn't have had he remained Proctor.) He teaches well if you can manage to listen. However, he is rather sexist and has some sort of irrational fear of lesbians which acts up at the slightest female-female touching/hugging he sees. Also, you can frequently hear him discussing in class things like how marriage should not hamper one's sex life, how he went out to buy his girlfriend lingerie but then she got skin cooties (he was trying to explain the Sale of Goods Act), what is love, and once he even mentioned 'pole models'. So you see what I mean when I say he's an old, chilled out dude.

2. Fam Law

She speaks very possibly the worst English I've ever heard in my life. I think the part of her brain that is supposed to regulate grammar is either missing or has suffered some major trauma in the past. One of my close friends says I'm always very agitated in her class, and I'm quite sure this is the reason. She also gets irrationally angry from time to time. Apart from the fact that I can barely tolerate listening to her ruining the English language, her subject itself is pretty amusing. It derives mainly from religion, hence the giggles.

3. CrPC

By far the most intriguing, amusing and slightly disturbing character of this year's faculty. Looks EXACTLY like a rapist, especially with his glasses off. Also has a tendency to laugh heartily while talking about things like rape, murder or other gruesome things (teaches criminal procedure). It's hard to know what to do but laugh with him. Has a reputation for showing unnatural interest in certain girls if they catch his attention a little more than normal, if you know what I mean. Has a great aversion to giving marks and likes failing people. Rather creepy to look at. In fact, and I think this is an accurate and succinct description, one of my friends said that his face belongs on a poster captioned 'wanted for rape.'

4. Eco

Refer Chief Warden bit (though she is no longer our Chief Warden) here. Actively involved in a live-in relationship with Mr. Contract above. Ironic much?

5. Socio

I like her, frankly. She's one of our wardens and though in first year (refer above link) I didn't particularly like her, she's definitely gained a lot of respect since the whole incident with alcohol happened at the beginning of the semester. She was on our side throughout and I'm pretty sure had we just told her the truth, the incident would never have even been heard of by any higher authorities. What she was most regretful about was the fact that we didn't just come straight out with the truth because she certainly feels a primary duty towards taking care of us. But again, that's a story for another post. Decent teacher. Knows all our names and fun to interact with in class, though just the right amount.

That's about it. Weird lot, don'tcha think? =P

(An Attempt at) A Normal, Non-Emo Blog Post

The past month happened to be rather an eventful one. I have found inside of me a newly acquired propensity to be COMPLETELY disinclined to attending class, I have seen a few more movies (to which we shall come in due course of time), I have gotten a prize with absolutely no prize money whatsoever (very useful, that) and I have found out that due to leaving my hair down almost all the time, I now am victim to a disease of sorts wherein my head starts to hurt if I tie my hair up for too long. While these might be mundane details to you, my dear, cherished reader, to me, these are the little tids and bits of everyday life that keep me trudging along the sometimes dreary and sometimes rather topsy-turvy hill that they call my life.

The first batch of tests for this semester had the gall to ruin my life about three weeks back, bringing with them fresh experiences from the darkest pits of hell. When reminded of their existence, I made an effort to study for a bit after giving up completely and inevitably screwing up majorly the next morning. By the end of that week I was so disheveled that I was near to the state of walking into walls and staring dazedly into nothing whatsoever. Not from the continuous studying, you understand, but simply from the certain sensation in the heart of my stomach of having disastrously messed up my first terms to what I was sure were to be dire consequences. At about this exact time, I was also struck with a rather persistent cold which made my nostrils spew like the Niagara Falls. Missing class seemed only natural, and ever since then I have not been able to get myself to resign to the necessity of attendance as much as I used to.

I also have new music from a variety of different sources, mainly S. S's songs have a tendency to grow on me, thus brightening up my life but gradually and only eventually. Sort of like well matured wine.

As for the movies. I finally got around to watching Delhi Belly, albeit rather belatedly. For me this exceeded expectations because I had never planned to watch it in the first place. Either way, excellent movie and very well made. Please do get your hands on it if you haven't already. I also saw That Girl in Yellow Boots. A decent watch but frankly not brilliant stuff and to me for some reason, rather predictable. And today I went and saw Saheb Biwi Aur Gangster, which was also quite a well made film and should be watched by anyone who has a little bit of time on their hands. It has its basic flaws but these are few and far between and I found that its...boisterousness and kitsch rather make up for any shortcomings.

College has declared a rather long holiday and today is my first day back home. The prospect of having not much to do over the next week or so is making me rather happy at the moment. Even more so, the thought of falling asleep to good music. Ah, the little things in life.