CAUSTIC BEVERAGE

Having done what I had done, I wondered whether what I had done was proper. My action would have drawn ridicule from all quarters of the ready-to-point-a-finger society. Luckily, what wrong (oops, am I beginning to accept the act as criminal myself??!!) I had done was still in the bag, you know the bag in which that ‘cat’ resides. Once that dreaded cat is secreted out of the bag, I am doomed. How on earth will I move around with my clean-shaven face held chin up.

           But hey, wait a minute! My blood says B +ve!! How could I let this guilt smart me? Guilt?! Eh, what? Whatever am I rambling about! Let’s be clear about this, okay? What guilt should exist in my system when I feel what I have done is not bad. No! no guilt – Go guilt go. Positive thoughts! Deep breath! Iiiiin. Oooout. Phoooo. In. Out.

           What I have done has probably not been done before. I believe I have done something new, something unique. So, I shall not feel guilty about it. Rather, I’d say I am setting a new trend. Boy, don’t people get away with weird and gaudy dresses in the name of fashion? Don’t people get away with those chaotic, meaningless strokes in the name of modern art? They are called trendsetters. Then I should also be called a trendsetter. So, hark ye the world starved of new trends or may be the world bombarded with new trends, here arrives another setter of trend.

            My invention (accidental I must admit) will bring smiles on faces. My creation will send grey cells jumping around, make hairs on the noggins stand upright and sharpen senses. The possible side effect is fumes through ears and nose. But, positive thought, remember? These fumes will help clear the auditory canals and nasal cavity. Clinical and clean. Cleanical!

            Before I reveal the invention, let me tell you about the accident that lead to the invention. One day, when I was a kid, my mom had prepared a cup of tea for me. Before she could add sugar to it, someone was at our front door and she went to attend to the visitor. Eager to help mom in the kitchen I decided to add sugar myself. And added two spoonful of white crystals from a jar. Turned out that what I added to the tea was not sugar, but salt! When mom found out what I did she was not amused at all. As a reward I had to drink my concoction.

I call my invention ‘salT’. I could call it SALTEA. Tea that is salty.