Kiwi, Ostrich & Kingfisher

I really wish that they named the beer either Kiwi or Ostrich. Only yesterday I said that Kingfisher is afterall a bird and it will fly. Looks like what I have are non-flying birds like Kiwi or Emu. It refuses to fly.

Because someone from the team flies in from somewhere and I go with him. To gossip, to crib and to ponder about what’s going to happen in the office in Qtr 2, which is a more perplexing question than even ‘Does God exist’. All these things are maybe dry subjects. Because they just are not imbibed without being washed down with a beer.

And beer also helps in having this artificial euphoria about everything being all right and postpones the inevitable reality. Till next day morning. It’s a different story that some real good and honest attempts are being made at home when you return, to make reality arrive earlier than scheduled. Attempts like a stare that will burn the bones even. In the event of that not happening, you can retain the euphoria till morning and wake up in the morning to write a blog hoping the bird will fly, and in the evening realize the truth.

So the fact remains that beer is there to be here!!!!