The family of liqor-lovers

 

It’s a family of five first-rate liquor-lovers. The elder brother is married and has two sons. His two younger brothers are unmarried and stay with them. All five men love drinking to the core. That leaves the sole female in the house, the eldest brother’s wife, in a precarious position. There are frequent quarrels; with so many liquor-lovers within a single house, family honor, or dishonor, goes vigorously public. Many relatives try to resolve the issue and fail.

It’s a democratic world where the majority has to have its say. She is always outnumbered in the equation between drinkers and non-drinkers. At last, a wise old distant relative, taking out the golden nuggets from the innermost precincts of his being, gives his sagely advise: ‘See you fellers, since it’s difficult for five people to change for the sake of just one, let’s try changing the one for the benefit of the five. Why don’t you guys include her also in your drinking gang?’

The golden words arrive like a fresh gale with a subliminal hum. Now any other talk is a pointless distraction. The advice carries a unique versatility. They burst out with loud agreement nodding their heads in consensually festive air. The kindly advice has been firmly injected in their mindscape. The poor woman is inconsolable, ‘Any day they will pour daroo in my mouth by force!’ She is genuinely panicked and rightly so. Well, if they succeed I would say that it would hit the golden pinnacle of the art and craft of liquor-love.