Thakur Baba is one God that most of my friends would like to align with.
Thakur Baba is a local diety of some kind and I saw a couple of shrines dedicated to him. The offerings consist of beedis, cigarettes, joints (they are lit and tossed from passing cars and trucks, before the idol) and alcohol of all kinds.
Our taxi-driver (a non-smoker, incidentally) told us, amid much giggling, that this particular God favours a state of perpetual intoxication.
It is also believed that an old tiger lives hearabouts. But, our taxi-driver said, "He doesn't talk. He just sits there, being uncommunicative."