Let me start with a disclaimer. I’m not a drunkard. I can’t have a beer without feeling severely bloated or stomach a red wine without getting a migraine. You will never catch me drunk at a party trying to walk in a straight line… But Chardonnay… Oh dear! There’s something about it that makes me crave for it unapologetically. It tastes great, goes with various kinds of food and gives you just the right amount of high – you can giggle your way to home without losing sense of time and place (or drunk dialling an ex).
Funny, my first ever blog post should be about alcohol. Tells you a lot about hidden personalities doesn’t it? Who would have imagined, that the simple, kurti clad research scholar would have a love affair with wine, but, oh well…
My most recent escapade with wine happened when SK came calling. Oh she’s one hell of a friend. You can talk to her about anything without being judged, and she will pamper you and cajole you and totally spoil you with her love (even pay your bills if you are short on cash, because she has such a big heart). And she’s an absolute foodie. If you are with her, you are assured of an endless supply of good food and she will travel the world with you for fulfilling that craving.
A date was set. SK was in town. And just in time for lunch! So what do we do? Pick up our favourite buddy AD, and go to the nearest fine dine restaurant just across the road. While ordering some vegetarian Chinese food, we come across the drinks section. Well, it’s still afternoon, and we have to get back to work, but she’s the best company to enjoy a drink… So, chardonnay it is!!
What followed were probably the two best hours I’d had in a long long time. Started with remembering our quirkiest B.Tech teachers and laughing our heart out with the funny things they used to do… Ah! Those were the times… Sigh… Followed by a lecture to SK on love, life and marriage, when everyone conceded that wine provided me with some deep insights on life that I must immediately pen down and share with the world… Ended with us laughing hysterically at the thought of how we’re going to find her the prince charming to settle down with (details are too scandalous to be shared online).
For those two hours, life was good. No deadlines, no research, no theses, no heartbreak, no family tension, nothing. It was just us, our jokes and our giggles. What’s there not to like? No one was harmed in the process and we were deposited back safely to work and then home. Just harmless fun.
So, ‘Waiter! Can I have some chardonnay please?’.