Its raining marriage this season… Most in-fact almost all my friends are getting married. Honestly, i am happy for them and wish them luck.
But, here i list an incident.... that was then followed by many.
I went to this friend’s marriage, a very close friend… a typically Punjabi wedding, with all the dhin chak music, the BTM aunties in their see – through sarees and how can I miss this – the ‘dudes’ flaunting their sunglasses at the night function! Must admit, that why people say… Punjabi weddings are fun!
Ok… was losing focus. As usual, we girls had nothing else to do than sit around the bride and make her feel even more conscious, giggling at the comments… oops compliments and the bride giving the practiced smile! God, I wonder, why only we have to go through this… that when a thought passed through my mind… Maybe few years down the line, there will be crash course classes on the code of conduct during the marriage, training the would be bride and the grooms, how to smile, walk, talk and even when they fight on stage, turn around to give a “everything is fine” kinda smile!!! Ok am being nasty… you never know, when I get hit by the situation and some other friend of mine sharing her/his views on his/her blog!
Ok now comes the killer part… The groom’s guy friends! This is surely hilarious (atleast I think so). One of the groom’s friend had this single minded agenda (seemed so), to hook up with a girl at his friends marriage and go through all that his friend is going through!
Here how the conversation commenced and ultimately…
Dude: Hi, are you the girl’s friend?
Me (Least interested in replying to someone, who wore sun glasses at an evening, infact a night function): Yes
Dude: Hi.. I am…blah blah
Me: (Just smiled and turned my face. I wished to wriggle outta that place… but really couldn’t)
Dude: Are you hooked? I mean, are you seeing someone?
Me: (with an excuse me expression, just turned my face, pretending, not to have heard the question)
Dude: I have done my MBA from… (Really can’t complete this, since, was least bothered)
Dude: He (The groom) is my very good friend. I think he did mention about you to me!
As that was it… how on earth would he even know, that his friend was speaking about me, since I wasn’t even cordial enough to tell him my name!
Thank god for small mercies… I got the chance to leave that place…
And here goes another killer line from the mother my friend (who was getting married)… Beta aapki shaadi kab??? Abh tho aap ka number hai agla…
GOD… Gimme a break… anyhow, with no man in my life (not that I regret) and bumping into people who just want to make silly conversations…. I am happy to be single…
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Wanna go partying… But where in Delhi???
We all have heard about the rocking party scenario in Delhi… Delhi rocks… wow… watta party… thats what you get to hear from people around us...
When was the last time we heard this?? Or do we hear this often?
Maybe i have am the only one who keeps wondering....Party life in Delhi ... umm... But i was wrong... off - late, have heard many of my friends asking each other the same question....'Where to Party?'
Now - a - days... planning a night out in Delhi itself takes ages... but deciding a place is even more deadly! Firstly the thought of being safe and then enjoy the so called “Night Life’in Delhi... just puts you off.
Elaborating the above – The previous day, we (my friends and myself), planned a night out after ages. We thought of going pub hopping, that is when we were shadowed by a thought – “How many pubs in Delhi have a decent crowd?” Decent here means, a place where you can be sure about your safety and get to see people of your “genre” and MOST OF ALL, those who can mind their own BUSINESS.
After a lot of discussing and process of elimination... It was time for us to PARDDDDY!!! Our first destination being ‘Ricks’… (for those who aren’t familiar with the place… its’ in Taj Man Singh), a place known for its “sophisticated crowd”. We reached the place at 10:00 p.m. and the place was buzzing with people standing outside and the bouncers trying to keep their cool, while reiterating… ‘NO ENTRY FOR THOSE UNDER 25 yrs of age’… Ahh… that’s a surprise… and here I am 24 yrs… could care less as to what I wear... I was in a short denim skirt, T-shirt and heels (thank God) Keeping a stern face, we all entered… and what do we see… The place was full. A kind looking, in-fact a Cute looking maître d' helped us get a place to sit. Were we Lucky??? Maybe… Maybe not!We all settled ourselves in a quite corner,where we thought we an only hear us speak… But sadly… I was WRONG. The speakers were right behind us… and the DJ very was generously increasing the volume…. I must admit… Ricks is one place you where we won’t get to hear the monotonous Punjabi music…
Thank god for small mercies!!!
We had a couple sitting next to us… Some entertainment I must say… (Pardon my expression). The fatty aunty was in all swings trying to impress the surdy uncle, she was lucky to date that day. She behaved as if there was no tomorrow
Now, it was time for us to shake our legs. And there I was, all set to dance! In the middle of no where, I was approached by this Firang (Foreigner), who apparently was happy to see girls partying in Delhi.
The conversations ... sheesh... Sad… expected something better Now don't get me wrong I'm not the type who categorize people with their aptitude level… BUT this one believe me… wasn’t worth it!!
Firang: Hi! Are you a Chineese…(Though I was shoched by his question… I didn’t make it apparent!)
Me: No… very much an Indian (Wow… it was the first time I suppose… I was vocal about being proud to be an Indian)
Firang: Ahh… that’s nice. I am French. Have never seen girls party in Delhi. The previous day, we went to Le Meridian and wherever I looked, was surrounded by Men…
Me: Maybe you went on a weekday….
Thinking that would end my nonsensical conversation with him… But… Nopes… there he came up with another clichéd line...
Firang: Can I buy you a drink??
Me: I don’t drink…
Firang: Temme you are joking!
That made me think… do I look like drunkard or was he trying too hard…
Me (Still smiling but this time assertive): NO, I really don’t drink…
And now it was time for me to cut it out…
Me: Excuse me…
It was almost 1:30 a.m. and we still did not have enough of partying… I guess… we planned to head to Elevate… The place popular for it punju crowd trying to shake a leg…
Time to say…. Adios Amigo!
When was the last time we heard this?? Or do we hear this often?
Maybe i have am the only one who keeps wondering....Party life in Delhi ... umm... But i was wrong... off - late, have heard many of my friends asking each other the same question....'Where to Party?'
Now - a - days... planning a night out in Delhi itself takes ages... but deciding a place is even more deadly! Firstly the thought of being safe and then enjoy the so called “Night Life’in Delhi... just puts you off.
Elaborating the above – The previous day, we (my friends and myself), planned a night out after ages. We thought of going pub hopping, that is when we were shadowed by a thought – “How many pubs in Delhi have a decent crowd?” Decent here means, a place where you can be sure about your safety and get to see people of your “genre” and MOST OF ALL, those who can mind their own BUSINESS.
After a lot of discussing and process of elimination... It was time for us to PARDDDDY!!! Our first destination being ‘Ricks’… (for those who aren’t familiar with the place… its’ in Taj Man Singh), a place known for its “sophisticated crowd”. We reached the place at 10:00 p.m. and the place was buzzing with people standing outside and the bouncers trying to keep their cool, while reiterating… ‘NO ENTRY FOR THOSE UNDER 25 yrs of age’… Ahh… that’s a surprise… and here I am 24 yrs… could care less as to what I wear... I was in a short denim skirt, T-shirt and heels (thank God) Keeping a stern face, we all entered… and what do we see… The place was full. A kind looking, in-fact a Cute looking maître d' helped us get a place to sit. Were we Lucky??? Maybe… Maybe not!We all settled ourselves in a quite corner,where we thought we an only hear us speak… But sadly… I was WRONG. The speakers were right behind us… and the DJ very was generously increasing the volume…. I must admit… Ricks is one place you where we won’t get to hear the monotonous Punjabi music…
Thank god for small mercies!!!
We had a couple sitting next to us… Some entertainment I must say… (Pardon my expression). The fatty aunty was in all swings trying to impress the surdy uncle, she was lucky to date that day. She behaved as if there was no tomorrow
Now, it was time for us to shake our legs. And there I was, all set to dance! In the middle of no where, I was approached by this Firang (Foreigner), who apparently was happy to see girls partying in Delhi.
The conversations ... sheesh... Sad… expected something better Now don't get me wrong I'm not the type who categorize people with their aptitude level… BUT this one believe me… wasn’t worth it!!
Firang: Hi! Are you a Chineese…(Though I was shoched by his question… I didn’t make it apparent!)
Me: No… very much an Indian (Wow… it was the first time I suppose… I was vocal about being proud to be an Indian)
Firang: Ahh… that’s nice. I am French. Have never seen girls party in Delhi. The previous day, we went to Le Meridian and wherever I looked, was surrounded by Men…
Me: Maybe you went on a weekday….
Thinking that would end my nonsensical conversation with him… But… Nopes… there he came up with another clichéd line...
Firang: Can I buy you a drink??
Me: I don’t drink…
Firang: Temme you are joking!
That made me think… do I look like drunkard or was he trying too hard…
Me (Still smiling but this time assertive): NO, I really don’t drink…
And now it was time for me to cut it out…
Me: Excuse me…
It was almost 1:30 a.m. and we still did not have enough of partying… I guess… we planned to head to Elevate… The place popular for it punju crowd trying to shake a leg…
Time to say…. Adios Amigo!
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