Let's Talk About ALCOHOL in Delhi - baby!

Alcohol is sold in Delhi by our The State - they have had this "retail monopoly" for decades. Whether CONgress or BJP, this retail monopoly of the State continues - surely because this is also a "monopsony," which is where the loot lies.

In Delhi, therefore, liquor shops are few and far between. And taxes are so perverse that a bottle of beer costs more than a 180ml bottle of hard liquor - of the IMFL kind. The ordinary people call this IMFL "English" booze - as contrasted to desi "country liquor." IMFL means "Indian Made Foreign Liquor" - which is very much in tune with the ruling "import-substitution industrialisation" bullshit, because of which all IMFL booze is actually desi. What this post is about is the fact that Delhi has become a city of alcoholics and rampant alcoholism.

Europeans do NOT drink hard liquor like we Indians do. They drink beer and wine mostly. And these are much, much cheaper than hard stuff.

Anthony Sampson's The Anatomy of Britain reports that at Labour Party meets they drink beer, while at Tory meets they drink wine and champagne. Beer is the "poor man's drink." It is for the "working classes." And it is a very old, healthy drink. Made from boiled and lightly fermented barley water - it is also known as "liquid bread." In the old days, when cities were filthy, and the water was full of germs, beer (or "ale" as it was known those days, before the Dutch brought hops into England) was "safe to drink."

The poor in Delhi NEVER drink beer.

Thus, there is widespread ALCOHOLISM - a "disease." And a very dangerous, incurable disease, that too. A medical doctor who specialises in treating alcoholics told me this:

Alcohol is the most dangerous drug known as its social acceptability makes it insidious.

And it is our The State that is "pushing" it.

The same doctor said ganja and charas are much, much better and safer.

These are BANNED.

These are CRIMINALISED.

You get bhoonsa maal in Delhi - so poor people turn to alcohol for their buzz, since bhoonsa maal delivers only a bad cough, and no buzz at all.

Of course, there is "smack." Very widespread. Pills. Other shit, too.

But let us continue discussing alcohol.

Micro-breweries ought to be a great, big "cottage" or "small-scale industry" in our country. Micro-breweries and the potters' chillums - these are what I would promote, and not khadi yarn.

Beer - and not sugary tea and coffee. Or these horrible "soft drinks."

And micro-breweries everywhere - not one Superbrand like Kingfisher. Or many Foreign Brands that are all "locally made." Imports - and no more "import-substitution." The Japs tried very hard at making Scotch - Suntory - but it didn't work. How can we?

Do google "beer recipes" - and see how many hundreds of them you will find.

Let us now turn to wine.

Wine is only for the Very Rich in Delhi. Because of import duties - and without the fucked-up Customs Department there cannot be any "import-substitution." The great Italian sparkling wine Prosecco is sold here for 1000 rupees or more; it costs barely 75 rupees in Europe. There are many cheap table wines available from beyond our shores - and these are quite good. They are "healthy."

Of course, we Indians can venture into wine-making in a big way - for we have so much sunshine. Grapes are grown today in Nashik and some other parts - but there are very few Indian wines, because of taxes, and because we have not developed the taste. Free imports and no taxes - and a huge wine industry can be easily developed here.

Ganesh Saili's Glorious Garhwal contains an article published some centuries ago in British India that tells the tale of some westerners who ventured into the Doon Valley, among whom was a German count. This guy then proceeds to announce grand plans for growing grapes in this sunny valley, importing peasants from Germany to make wine - and then profiting hugely by selling the wine to Indian people, who were, even then, consuming "blood-drying and soul-destroying harsh grogs."

Harsh grogs - that's IMFL.

What about IMIL? - that is, Indian Made Indian Liquor: and there are so many excellent ones, like feni, mahua, handia, chhung, apong... As for arrack, I think Sri Lankan arrack is better than most Scotches. Imports!

Mahua could easily take on Mexican tequila worldwide. It has a wonderful flavour - of a jungle flower of the same name. Instead of becoming Maoists, the people of our jungles would become mahua planters and distillers: that is, capitalists; and that too, with their very own "traditional knowledge."

They Don't Need Education!

I am very fond of feni. There are over 100 brands of the stuff in Goa - both coconut feni as well as cashew feni - and much is sold unbranded. There is also the first distillate, called urak, which is even better. Feni is only available in Goa - and nowhere else in India, which makes nonsense of the concept of One Nation. I have an old post - on another blog - titled "Goa Must Secede."

In Goa, feni is distilled in homes. too.

Who needs education?

Then there is good ol' TODDY - a very healthy drink. Very "traditional" throughout village India, and particularly along the coasts, which means some 2500 miles. There is even a "toddy-tapper caste" - and they, too, don't need any education. Traditional Knowledge.

Cry Freedom!

And all these IMIL drinks are far, far better than the desi sharaab crap poor people drink in Delhi, particularly.

Freedom! - where the Consumer is the King.

Karl Marx was born and raised in Trier, Germany, on the Moselle Valley, famous for its wines. While an editor of a newspaper, he pleaded for customs protection for the local wineries. Sold his pen, what?

Anyway, I am happy to report that when I visited Trier, the EU had opened up the entire continent. And all kinds of imported wines were available even in the store at the railway station.

Grand house Marx was born in - not "working class" at all. Engels was a textile manufacturer, with mills in Germany as well as England. Together, they "duped" the poor of the world.

I did NOT enter the house on Karl Marx Strasse, of course.

I just asked a passer-by to take a photo of me standing outside - with my middle finger raised. Interestingly, no sooner than that photo had been taken that there was a very loud clap of THUNDER - and hard rain followed.

God approved!

The area around Karl Marx Strasse breathes Capitalism and Internationalism - with a Greek restaurant next door, and the local headquarters of Allianz (not Bajaj Allianz) straddling the corner. Many more shops. Shops. And more shops. Restaurants. Bars. A busy MARKETPLACE - from very old times.

Unite - to destroy Marxism!

Our Gandhians from the CONgress obey "The Party High Command."

And their Party High Command orders all of us to never party, and never ever get high!

Fuckin' hell!

Go - live in Sabarmati Ashram - and forever remain "sober-as-a-judge."

And do their sober judges know anything about Justice?

"Where there is no Property, there is no Justice," said John Locke in 1691.

Marx, Engels, Proudhon, Nehru, Indira... they all HATED property.

Hence, injustice rules.

Which is TYRANNY.

And CORRUPTION, too.

Injustice rules - and the NAKED TRUTH is that it is this Socialist-Gandhian State that is "The Pusher," as in the Steppenwolf song that the cult movie Easy Rider opens with. "Born to be Wild" immediately follows - by which time Peter Fonda has ridden his bike into Mexico and picked up his stash of cocaine, from a "friend."

Here are the opening lyrics of "The Pusher":

You know I've smoked a lot of grass,
O'Lord, I've popped a lot of pills,
But I never touched nothin'
That my spirit could kill.
You know, I've seen a lot of people walkin' 'round
With tombstones in their eyes.
But the pusher is a monster,

And he don't care,
Ah, if you live or if you die.

God damn – The Pusher.