Well its been a long time coming, People were beginning to ask if the Beerman had disappeared never to return again. And though a bit bizarre and ridiculous to be asking such things, it did seem like a very quiet month not actually being able to say much and not really having an audience to listen to the rants.
Well it being the holy month of Ramadan and me being as tolerant as most people are to beer and its following antics, I decided to take a sabbatical to get some thoughts in place. The place was easy to find but not the thoughts. It all just felt so empty with no beer.
It’s not like there weren’t visits to the bars and there wasn’t opportunity enough to down enough and more beer. But as is my endeavour to find stories before and after every beer, everything during this period of fast, abstinence and government restraint everything just seemed monochrome. I did come across the Mallu with the double cuffs, there was the swine flu party at D’Cellar, visits to the Belgian Beer Bar and Café and there were visits to places that just missed their soul during this period.
But all that aside now and back to the Wednesdays. Yesterday was the first Wednesday after Eid and it felt like just perfect to get the whole show on the road again. It feels nice to know that people actually come up to me and ask me, “Where is it going to be tonight?” It’s a totally different story as to why not so many people actually turn up. But keeping the faith and lifting a beer mug every Wednesday the few that we are, we shall go on gulping.
Well yesterday ended up being a long day at my job that brings in the bread and butter. It’s the very job that pays my internet bills that helps me post the verbal diarrhea on the world wide web and hope that someone or somebody sees potential and even money to invest in this beerchild. But yeah it was an unusually long day. Tired, weary and almost resigned to ending the day with no beer which could have proven to be sacrilegious to the whole concept of Discover a Bar on Wednesday (DABOW), the Gods aligned the stars and threw a bit of the moon into the mix for a fair amount of gravity, thus bringing in front of me the one we know as the ‘Saint’.
Now the Saint is no ordinary person because the Saint does try hard to live up to the name. Not one to point a wrong finger and not one to place any sort of inconvenience on anybody’s lap. Going by these traits, examples set and wanting to be in close proximity to something so saintly, I agreed to give her a lift back home. Now the drive back home is long, strenuous, distracting and just one long straight road. So after dragging the car all the way to the other side of town, it would have been plain stupid not to have a glass or two of lager and just finally relax. So after making a total of exactly one call I decided to don the cape of Beerman and hit the streets of K-Town…Let’s all thank The Saint to making the Wednesday happen now…Clapclapclapclap…
Now K-Town is no ordinary place and nor is it a very cheap place as per many peoples misplaced notions. As you can notice, nothing in my stories are even remotely ordinary. But yeah coming back to the whole thing about K-Town. It does give you this illusion that it was just meant to be the way it is, crowded, cramped and Asian. Speaking of Asian reminds me of this one conversation I had with one of my few exes in my life. How is it that when people say Asian, most people who live under the delusion that they originate from the West (haven’t they heard that Christopher Colombus lost his way and went round in circles, hence proving to the world that its round and no longer flat), seem to give credit to all the chinks. Now no offence there, nor am I even trying to be racist here, but I do believe that people from the Arab world, the Indian subcontinent would love to be associated with the worlds largest continent. Well if I remember well, and from my past experiences, its best to let women believe whatever they believe, because what goes on in their head, very seriously just goes on in their head. And if you try to play with that, you just going to be banging your head on a wall. So it’s best sometimes to let them love and live in ignorance. But I do seriously believe that all those people with the grand delusion, must make a point to sit in a geography class. Its like all of them seemed to have skipped a class together.
But seriously that’s not why you people are here, not to hear my views on the east or the west…we are here to know what yeast can do to make some feel like a waste…yes and that is my poetic streak there. But yeah after the grand call, and with Dom turning up we knew there is only one place that we could and wanted to go, without having to drive too long or look for a darn parking. Plus we trying to be good citizens and making sure that we go somewhere that wouldn’t actually make us drive back home. There was only one place that suited us and the dark night. So off we went straight to Nasha in Karama Hotel. Well the way to Nasha is not really a straight one. There are just too many rights and lefts, but we boys have been down those hall ways so many times that we could probably walk over there with our eyes closed. There was no way that we would make a wrong turn there. So as we came to the end of a long stretch of tiles, and before we took that final left turn that would take us through the doors of Nasha, we were greeted by the friendly smileless bouncer, who must have flirted with the idea of checking if we were underage. But with the confidence of gymnasts and with the help of looks that screamed that we were well over 21, we skipped into the bar, mazed our way through tables, squinted to see through the dim light and stopped by a waitress to ask for directions to an empty table. Seated and thirsty and painfully tired, Dom and I went through the motions of ordering our beers and a plate of buffalo wings. Hungry I almost polished off the whole plate of wings, with the fries included. Must say that they were dry and surprisingly quite alright to chew on.
Now since it was just the two of us seated there and not much really happening, We discussed the day and some family business that shall not make its way into the blog right away, and that’s about it. I really don’t have much of a story to say. But here is the scene with Nasha. It’s a very dimly lit and dingy looking joint, which has Filipino waitresses wearing white, so that the light from the TV would bounce off their tops hence spreading light into the room. Mostly frequented by the men who are looking for a cheap drink a malyali movie or just a cricket game. Gets pretty crowded and smoky as well. You do see a woman here or there, but in general all you Church going, Buddha Bar frequenting crowd, could easily be put off by the place’s ambience. It’s a good social experiment to see if anybody can get a bunch of women to come into the shady Nasha have a drink and a good time and walk out. I’m sure we can, but I just haven’t been successful with the women that I have been with. But here is the good thing about Nasha. If you like your beef, and you like it spicy, this is where you have to go. Very good Kerala fare and cheap beers. A sure shot combination for a good evening. In fact I would recommend the place to people who would like to throw a party for colleagues, friends and me.
Well after practically getting bored watching a cricket game, and then being forced out by the language that we don’t understand, Dom and I walked out into the bright hallways of Karama Hotel not knowing if this was the end of the night. We were very pretty sober, it was pretty early and we both had to report to work tomorrow. This could only mean one thing to the both of us. Slow steps, pretty determined, and led by the music and the sound of dancing feet on a stage we took a right turn... :D
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