The bar’s too high
The Delhiwallah is as fond of his sundowner as other citizens. Why make him jump through hoops for it?india Updated: Oct 08, 2009 21:22 IST
The visitor’s abiding image of Delhi is of two portly gents standing, drink in hand, next to their rather long cars, wives in tow and a bottle of Scotch perched perilously atop one of the said vehicles. On subsequent visits, the tourist learns he is prying into an alfresco drawing room around a euphemism known as the ‘carobar’. Pity, some killjoys want to put an end to such genteel socialising. They’re brandishing fines that would make even a mass murderer blanch. The cry has gone out: a city that will host the Commonwealth Games in a year from now needs to harmonise its drinking habits with the rest of the country, if not the world.
Now the Delhi local needs his tipple as much as the Joe in the next city but he’s not stupid enough to pay an arm and a leg for it. The Capital’s bars are frightfully expensive, pushing poor Vicky Kapur of East Patel Nagar to seek solace in his Pa’s Santro. The habit sticks as Vicky graduates to a Honda City and then a Beamer. Alongside, the wife and kids learn to respect dad’s gumption as he hoists that 18-year-old Macallan atop his Bavarian monster in the middle of Greater Kailash. With equal measure of chutzpah, acumen and bonhomie, that single act defines Delhi as no other. And they want to stop it!
That’s a bit like like taking away someone’s identity. Kolkata has its ilish and Mumbai its Marathi, let Delhi have its Scotch. After all, they drink more of it in the NCR than is produced in Scotland.