The Mottai Boss (a.k.a kaatss)

DRY DAYS & WONDERFUL IDEAS

Last four days were dry; I mean really "dry" in Chennai due to local municipal elections. As a matter of fact, the entire state of Tamil Nadu was dry during the election period. The so called chimpanzees in government ordered every damn liquor shop and bar closed. Now, I hope one is familiar with the concept of dry day. Last weekend, the usual gang met at our usual hangout. After chatting for a couple of hours, the weekend bug started biting us and this dryness factor made us scratch our heads. Nobody in the gang had a stash hidden away that will quench the thirst of walking and talking barrels.

Bingo! and everything became clear. The law is applicable only in our state, which meant that neighboring states are open for business right. Which state is the closest to Chennai city? If you are unable to answer this question, then please refer to an India map. The plan was set in motion and everybody hopped into a car and started driving towards NH-5. In the excitement, we forgot all about petrol and as out luck would have it, the car was in reserve. We were out of city limits already and every petrol bunk we entered was not willing / not able to accept the universal plastic. It was crunch time to execute a mini budget session within the car before destination is reached. Everybody pitched in with whatever cash they had and we came up with a strict ration of drinks allocation. Some were disappointed but were still happy to wet the tongues. The rationale behind our fuel ration was that even our mode of transport had to be imbibed something something or else we cannot return back.

After 1 hour and 15 minutes, we were in a place called Tada (Andhra Pradesh), well beyond the border. The car automatically came to halt in front of the first available liquor shop and the gang trotted out to quench their thirst. Everybody sat in the open fields in a big circle and imbibed to their hearts content pulling each others leg. We were on the highway, bordering fields where farmers were growing all sorts of stuff, a small hut were a family was cooking home made stuff to eat and a steady breeze of cool natural air. After spending couple of hours and quenching it was time to head back and then our car got its thirst quenched with petrol for the remaining money. A steady drive back home took us another 1 hour and everybody recounted what kind of fun this was and we enjoyed this trip more than any other star hotel and took a vow to go there more often in the future. The moral(s) of this story are “Don’t count on plastic out of the city limits and carry cash”, “So what if one area is dry, search and go for the next available wet land”, “When there is Andhra Pradesh, No need to worry Chennai”