Interesting article from the Times of India, 24th Nov, 09. Just thought I'd share it with you all....
He was the man everyone looked up to. Six feet two inches in height and three feet from shoulder to shoulder, the looks of Gregory Peck, the voice of Amitabh Bachchan – when he smiled, women swooned. He did an hour’s tennis each day, rode, swam and played golf. Those who, of either sex, had managed to see his abdomen, declared it to be an eight pack and a lady once insisted that it was a ten pack. If true, it would rewrite anatomy of the rectus-abdominis. A gushing young woman once said that he had made the sea part at the Gateway of India by merely looking at it hard. He strode down the street like it belonged to him and with the looks of a movie star, he could have had any role for the asking. In fact, he spent a goodish amount of time fending off movie producers from his door. He drove a Lexus and a BMW and lived alone in a penthouse. Some said he had climbed Everest thrice; others said he had sailed down the Amazon and it was generally agreed that he had more planes than Vijay Mallya and was richer than Lakshmi Mittal. His general knowledge was encyclopaedic and in the circles he moved he was the only one who could pronounce and spell antidisestablishmentarianism without fracturing a syllable. He could talk as easily of Pareto distribution as of the intricacies of uranium enrichment, aviation mechanics, and the Karmarkar algorithm. He discussed the Mughal era or the Upanishads with equal ease. He danced like Fred Astaire and loved pre-dinner cocktails. He maintained that any potable liquid other than alcohol was for women.
And yet, this God-like Superman was recently discovered drinking – our tongues burn with embarrassment to say this – milk from a bottle labelled e-Moo! The impact was the same as if Sachin Tendulkar had been seen playing cricket with a pingpong ball. But faith was restored quickly, when we learned the truth. Fizzy, carbonated milk had been launched in the United States for school students there some months ago. He had imported some, to try out cocktails combining the carbonated milk with white rum, gin and kahlua. What the school students did with carbonated milk no one was sure, except burp maybe, but speaking for himself, he declared he found that milk and alcohol was the shortest route to nirvana.