Cock Tale Of The Mixologist

Her mother wanted a boy and there she was born on 1st April. She was named Kiran, a name that was given for both boys and girls. Her mother loved cross-dressing her as she grew up. Kiran grew up with mixed feelings about whether she was a boy or a girl. In school, she was getting things mixed up often. She would dress normally for a PT day and wear a PT dress on other days.

She would mix up her time table and carry the wrong books. She would mix up the teacher’s name and make them angry and amused. She even mixed up her exams and came prepared for maths for an English exam. The only thing she always got right was to mix her morning and evening drink of sattuvita. During her school inspection, she came prepared for history when the inspection was informed to be held on a geography class. When questions on geography were asked, she was historically eloquent in her answers. Her teacher got hysterical and soon she was debarred from the school itself. Soon her tale was being mocked repeatedly.

Her father and mother did not lose heart and attended to her with more care. She was given homeschooling. Her father was a restaurant manager and when she came of age, he put her in the bar and she started mixing drinks for the customers. She was good at this as we have already noted and became popular and soon drew a lot of crowds. When she came of age her gender issues became even more mixed up as she felt attracted to both the sexes. Her medical examination proved she was actually a transgender. Yet again her parents stood by her and she transcended her gender.

One day her father decided to send her for some professional training in Europe. She came back as the country’s first transgender mixologist. Her father’s restaurant became a hit. There was always a reservation required. Her father did not allow any quotas. Soon the old monk came accompanied by Johnny walker. Not to be left behind Bag Piper Came with a hoard of Teachers whisked by him.

The tipplers in the city ‘advocated’ her bar. People came बार बार (again and again) . Tharoor buzzed in her bar and went panegyric about her farrago cocktails and rendered a sonnet for her. Even the AMUL girl bowed to Kiran and the caption read ‘Ray’ge of India. Nowadays Kiran is heady with ‘cock’y tales about her skills and happy that her life was a mixed bag of drinks and gender.