Delhi
Diary V (17/07/12) : Cocktails
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London Morning Post and Gazetteer’s post:
Mr. Pitt,
two petit vers of “L’huile de
Venus” 0 1 0
Ditto, one of “perfeit amour” 0 0 7
Ditto, “cock-tail”
A
google search thus educates me regarding the origins of the word, “Cocktail”.
Mr. Pitt, the then Premier of England’s pub debts included the above.
The
four of us, Debashish, Gautam, Mohsinur and me, were huddled around a small
table in a restaurant, on the occasion of my part of a debt, and plentiful delectable
edibles filled up plates and bowls and cramped all space atop it. At one
moment, we tinkled our glasses together, one filled with beer, two others with
aqueous content and one with a cocktail! The meal was sumptuous and half past
eleven P.M. was time to return home. However, the day was made awesome in the
previous four hours! Attaboy! Our hero, and hope he doesn’t mind, Gautam, and
henceforth to be called Gutlu, entertained us like a true artist! Every
dialogue of the movie playing in the big screen was like a vicious delivery
bowled at him by say, Wasim Akram! But by Jove! Gutlu batted well! With undying
charisma which is so much talked about, and loquacious wit, he stole the
limelight! The characters in the screen impaled in comparison and that included
the pretty ladies, the one with a strange surname and the daughter of the
Bangalore shuttler! All of us agreed where our own Gutlu belonged because Saif
was over-age in that ‘awesome threesome’! Pardon me dear Gutlu but you rocked
and this is only the aftermath! Alas! From tomorrow morning I will be shuttling
between home and E.S.I. hospital. The free days are over.
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