Today (by Hindu standards where the day begins at daybreak and not at midnight) I celebrate my first anniversary of passing out. Awesome room neighbor Khare had decided to treat us to some excellent firangi liquor (which unlike most other liquor I’ve had, was really tasy) and after downing a few shots of that, I had bottoms-upped a few glasses of rum-and-coke.
Here are my thoughts on the following morning. Later that day we googled and found out that the right way to consume that tasy liquor was to mix it with large quantities of water and sip it slowly. And to think that I’d shot more than a dozen shots of that thing neat!