Life of a Rose

When the moon descended and the sun arose
And the morning was overflowing with sleepy haze
Dew drops cuddled the flora and fawn
A capon welcomed the anonymous new day

There was born a exquisite rose last night
Still its petals were clasped together
It was just a matter of time for it to bloom
And his neighbours could not help but wonder

The rose was proud of its splendor
And he fantasised how his life will be
A lady may come and hold him in her hands
Caresssing his petals just perfectly…

All her love and passion will be ignited at the sight of him
And he will delight in the blissful embrace
She may think of her lover and put him close to her bosom
Or may just brush him over close to her face

Oh! How he delighted in his fantasy,
Impatiently he waited for him to blossom
He was lost in his idyllic world
When he was cut apart from his derivation

He found himself torn apart on the road,
Its beautiful and unripe petals crushed by feet,
Because it was the time to perform last rites,
Of two fated lovers who could never meet..

Before he lost his way in unknown,
He thought why do we dream and soar,
Why beauty is there but not the appreciation
And why simple things become so obscure….

power of Beer!!

Beer is the essence of life. One mug beer unfolds the mysteries of creation and the timeless wonder of man's capacity to find intoxicating substances to liberate one's soul from physical constraints.
It is all about man's striving through this existential ordeal to reach a "higher" plane.
Your beer is your Bhagwaan, your bar your temple...your bargirl your Devi.
Do not doubt it, beer is everywhere...in the distillery, in the kegs, in your mug, in somebody's vomit, in the loo...but wherever it maybe ...
most importantly it is inside you...unless you're so sloshed that you pour it over your lap.

They say that you use a mere fraction of your brain, as teeny weeny as it maybe... beer helps you fulfil your own full potential.

Don't you think you see the world with a totally new confident perspective after a pitcher or two. Doesn't communicating with absolute strangers become easier? Doesn't it make you braver, more open to molesting someone in public?

Thats the power of beer.

Your body knows best... the day the craving stops... thats the day you start dying.

So drink freely of the nectar that a bikini-clad Vijay Mallya bequeaths to you...
Of sublime tastes and emotions that evoke in ye
You being his patron, he entreats thee.


in the immortal words of churchill:

Always remember that I have taken more out of alcohol than alcohol

has taken out of me.

Hic!!