Our casual 11am drinking was stopped short today in lieu of something called ‘Ashadi Ekadashi’, a festival that we’ve not only never heard of in our entire lives, but also one that is apparently important enough to to call for a statewide ‘dry day’ in this, the great state of Maharashtra. Unfortunately, however, it’s somehow still not important enough for an actual holiday.
Our natural response to this would be get plastered and curse the system, but since that is something we’re currently unable to do, let’s take a moment to examine the fallacious redundancy of Dry Days. Let’s momentarily ignore the fact that dry days make no real sense, and pay attention to the fact that they shouldn’t exist at all, in a supposedly secular state. Why should we have to tone down our debilitating alcoholism for a festival that neither we(nor or bartender) have heard of? Drinking copious amounts of cheap alcohol and cursing the government is our right as Indians, and it pains us that something this nonsensical still exists. Alcohol prohibition, more often than not, has done more bad than it has good, and we, the masses, must pay its price. Also, dry days can be cleverly circumvented by the ingenious tactic of stocking up on alcohol the day before, something those old bastards in Parliament will never see coming. You just need to know when they are.
