For the love of God
This is not a religious post. But it sure is a post on religion; a religion that ludicrous mortals refer to as âBeerâ. As ridiculous as it sounds, man couldnât have possibly created what God intended to.
Itâs in times like these we realize that we have scope to live; a purpose to fulfill. Knowing and hoping that the production of beer is an ever going process (well, at least till the time I see myself alive), it is hard to think about the fatal end.
My growth as an individual is, funnily, directly in proportion to my consumption of beer over the years. This makes me to believe that I am an intellectual of sorts, born on planet Earth, to profound a theory of evolution and growth. Much like Charles Darwinâs theory, the âTheory of Alcohol Consumptionâ could possibly be a benchmark for the constant change and development of humans in the foreseeable future. Yes, I need to come up with a better name for the crap I just made you read through. But then again, no matter whatever the degree of bullshit it is, it has a special place in my heart.
On mornings on vacations, if there isnât a stock of the golden brew in your refrigerator, you could start to make yourself believe that the trip is a waste of time, effort, money and the beer lying on the counter of a liquor store at the end of the neighborhood.Â
To heighten the importance of the elixir, I could go on ranting, but to myself, I start to say, âSon, stop. You know what its worth.â Thus,Â
I live to call myself a romantic,Â
Afraid to say what I should,
For my love is just platonic,
Oh, babe (beer, here),come if you could?
This post has no value apart from the fact that it vents out my love and affection for the nectar - nurtured by men alike, carrying the human touch.













