Daaru Aur Danga: When Your Family is the Drunk Catholic Stereotype

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Daaru Aur Danga: When Your Family is the Drunk Catholic Stereotype

Illustration: Shruti Yatam

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heard somewhere that a lot of early childhood memories involve food. All my earliest memories involve alcohol. Like when my dad would beckon me over, dip his pinky in his Scotch and let me suck on the whisky. Or the times my gin-soaked Uncle Ferris who would get his guitar out and turn any party into a singalong, making up songs on the fly about a woman named Blossom with a big bosom. Or aunt Judy, who would invariably out-drink the other men, pouring herself extra-large Old Monks in Tupperware containers because she could never find a glass or a man that could satisfy her.

I idolised these people growing up, often re-enacting their antics in front of my cousins just for shitz and giggles. At the time my mind seemed fixated on these people being the life of the party because of their drunken antics. I wanted badly to be the centre of attention, the life of the party, ergo, I needed to do what my uncle Ferris and aunt Judy did. Which was drink. Because alcohol makes you jolly and who doesn’t like a jolly Santa Claus.

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