Beer Philosophy !!

There is only one fool proof method of not being "picked" on, in this "big fish-eats-small fish world" that we swim in daily. That is to be the "Picker".
To be a picker, one needs to be some sort of a rebel. To be a rebel, one needs to be very transparent about his emotions, or rather to put it straight, i would say "public display of emotions".

Some people are comfortable with public displays of emotions. I am not. In fact, strange as it might sound from someone who’s dangled from a balcony, got up on a restaurant table to fix the bulb, danced like a maniac in the middle of a crowded street in the name of flash mob (actually even after rest all stopped dancing), banged a perfectly innocent door open in front of a loungeful of people, kept starring at a non existent corner for long even as the people behind me in the queue were yelling at me to move ahead and conducted other attention-seeking public displays that I now wince at.

Well that is all history now. Now , as each person wears a different mask, i wear one that requires being very discreet. And in this role, only one emotion is acceptable. That is to smile wide with your eyes. .......... " What is a man without the mask he wears" (thinks the right side of my brain at this point in time)
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I dont drink. But i just dont miss any opportunity to accompany my friends when they breed the fantasy that they should get drunk and be high. I, even though dont fit into this characteristic of theirs, am always invited by them for 2 main reasons.

1) When a person is drunk, s/he gets philosophical or insecure or both and speak of things which a rational brain would otherwise not let your mouth to spell out. And such people expect someone (usually someone in full sense) to listen to their figment of knowledge being delivered. Hence me.
2) Offcourse the main reason is that they need someone to drive them back home :I

And for me, the real motivation to accompany my friends is to gather the real sense of various things.About any rumours.About yourself.About anything under the sun (when drunk you loose your mask) Yes one may look down at me for this reason, but then just read the above two points in the previous paragraphs and you will start feeling proud of me again.
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I met my friend , lets call him, "Pepper" along with his wife. "Pepper" though not really from our close team, had drifted along with the team the previous evening for a "philosophical" get together to celebrate, some non-event.

After the initial hi, hellos....

Mrs Pepper: Hey, Pepper came all drowned yesterday and that too very late

Rax (thats me): Oh !! .... (blinking at 2x the usual speed)

Mrs Pepper: Rax, were you also part of this?

Rax: Oh cmon, you know me, I never drink..

Mrs Pepper: Ya i know you. Teach your friend some lesson. I keep telling him to learn something from you

Rax: (blush blush blush) ... But why dont you yourself talk him out of this?

Mrs Pepper: I did Rax,,, yesterday night after he reached home I asked him "am i troubling you so much that you like to loose your sense"? (huh too much aint it :) )

Rax: and....?

Mrs Pepper: He blabbered in a dunk state something which said ... pretty...burqa,,,women,,,,beer, i could not understand anything, seriously.

Rax: Oh that must be what he was preaching yesterday after the first bottle..

Mrs Pepper: Whats that? (she asked very curious to learn about it)

Rax: "There are only two things in the world that make not-so-pretty women appear pretty: beer and burqas"


Somehow, Pepper stopped drinking ever after that . (Well even meeting us, for that matter) {{So much for Mrs Pepper not wearing Burqa :D:D:D}}