One evening, a man carrying a can of milk stopped Tenali Raman in the street and said he had a problem and wanted his advice. “What’s your problem?” asked Tenali Raman. “Though I never drink wine, I feel intoxicated when I get up in the morning,” explained the man.
“What do you drink last thing at night?” asked Tenali Raman, eyeing the milk can in his hand. “Milk.” “Just as I thought,” said Tenali Raman, “That is the cause of your problem. “Milk causes intoxication,” asked the man, astonished. “It is like this,” explained Raman, “You drink the milk and go to sleep. You toss around in your sleep. The milk gets churned. It turns into butter. Butter churned, turns into cheese. Cheese turns to fat, fat into sugar, sugar into alcohol. So you wake up with alcohol in your stomach.” “So what do I do?” asked the man, bewildered. “Simple. Don’t drink the milk,” said Tenali Raman, “Here, give it to me.”
