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In the society of Friends and other such mortals…..

As a child I was very lonely and did not make too many friends; in fact I downright hated going out and the thought of party – any party whether my own or my parents filled me with foreboding. I absolutely hated the social gatherings that my parents organized or attended. I was bored out of my senses and the constant feeling of inferiority, did not help in my making friends with the very small number of kids from my age group.  As it is, I was born very late to my parents and most of their friends had kids who were more than 10 odd years older to me, making me feel even odder. I think I was the only kid who ever went to dinner parties with her books….my only get away from being forced into companionship of much older or much dumber companions. Anyway, I grew up hating socializing and swearing to become a misanthrope and never troubling with company of anyone!  That is what I though until I went away to college ……

And surprise surprise……I was suddenly a social butterfly, albeit an intellectual butterfly, who chose to go to only selective dance through the night parties, but hell, I had a choice to pick any I wanted and what’s more, I was always flooded with invitations! (I am not going to dwell on why this change happened!! I do not know and one day I have enough money, I will have a psychologist go over my case and post his diagnosis on the blog!)

rmon664lThings did not change as I got myself a job and moved in with my best friend. Despite her being a more or less confirmed and declared recluse, our house over the weekend bursts with friends and going outs etc etc. She does not per se like so many people coming over, including Mr Soulmate (she does not approve of him….like I do not approve of her men and we both think we can do much better and deserve so much better and all the nine yards! Sound familiar?), but she has developed a certain amount of tolerance from being forced to attend the gatherings that I organize and has even deigned to become friends with some of my friends.

As for me….I love it! I love being surrounded by people, especially friends who make me laugh and are completely crazy! I love surprise visits even at 4:00 am in the morning when I have read for hours and am about to drop off and suddenly the bell rings and I open the door to see some of my closest friends giggling and screaming surprise!! I love breaking out the drinks and cooking impromptu Spanish omelets (I defy you to find Spanish omelets of the type I make anywhere!!!!) and instant noodles for food and then settling down to talk for hours broken only by interludes for more food.

corp friends.It’s not like all my close friends have the same level of intellect or same literary interests.  I have one set that can talk about books, music and Renoir for hours and they have nothing in common with the other set who embody the very core of corporate life style – dining out, spas etc; but the thing is that each of these sets are such fun in their own way that the two parts of me – the writer and project manager is equally entertained and refreshed by these gatherings! And at the end of the day, all the conversations moves in the same order regardless of the set – intelligent, argumentative, food breaks, witty, silly and then just funny…..a testimony to friendship; in the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson “It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.”

Saturday Nights and the Ds…..

I spent last night, i.e. the Saturday night in the most clichéd form possible! Went drinking then dancing and then again drinking and then again dancing followed by more drinking and finally an early morning breakfast! I am told this way of spending the Saturday night shows that one has a life – a social life! I just have a small question – as an after effect when I spend the whole of Sunday at home warding of the debaucheries of the previous night …trust meat that point I know that no life is better than that life!!!!! Of course, one doesn’t really complain when one is actually committing the debaucheries, because all said and done it’s a lot of fun, at least for that moment of time. One thinks of the Latin proverb -“It is well to remember that there are five reasons for drinking: the arrival of a friend, one’s present or future thirst, the excellence of the wine, or any other reason.” and raises a toast to it and one more and may be one more! The consequences are all hazy in the alcohol incensed fumes of future……so tomorrow shall never come!

Anyhow, I am not writing to debate out the pro and cons of wild night outs, but rather to share my varied and bemused reactions to clubs/discotheques. Even while the world was dancing the night out around me, I know I had to come back and write about this!!

So after drinking for like 3 straight hours, we went to this “in” club at the very heart of the city. This is like my umpteenth visit to this place and I still have to figure out why it so high in the “places to be in” list. The alcohol is alright but way overpriced. The food is …well palatable, but then who goes to a night club to eat. The music is….well for somebody who really digs dancing……well want to stop dancing and go sit in a corner and nurse my LIT. Then comes the people part of the whole deal…let’s get to that part.

Since this is the place “to see and to be seen with”, the entire world descends there. So I begin with the hep and cool, who were the most amazing clothes, have reserved tables and get waited on hand and foot. In a weird autocratic system, no body dances with their women, but they can go and grope anyone they care to in whatever form/shape/size as long as they are of the female disposition. Then there are the “want to be seen so that can show off to friends”. I find this variety mostly among women than among men. They wear the shortest of dresses and tallest of heels and are distinctly uncomfortable in the attire and do not have any fun, since they are so physically uncomfortable; but you will never find them confessing the same. Oh! No! They just had a “fab” time…..what the hell is fab anyway? Then of course there are the usual frustrated lot – both men and women. The men will go around pushing themselves on to you no matter how much you try to protect yourself. But at least the club bouncers are always on the alert for such creatures and in my limited night clubbing experience have always taken care of these gropers. But what about this whole lot of frustrated…let me rephrase desperate women???? So I went in a gang of 8, four guys and us four girls. At one point, two of my guy friends were just standing in the corner, drinking and generally enjoying, when suddenly this scantily clad persona came crashing into both of them and started gyrating…well gyrating…you know what I mean!! My poor boys……they did not know how to handle this loose cannon. Until one of her friends came and took her away, those two were literally cornered! Then there is this group, who seem to find a challenge in finding private spaces to display their affection and insist that the entire world should witness their love – at least physical if not spiritual! Shudder! Shudder! Ugh! Finally there would be this shy group of men/women who come looking for a good time and a possible dance partner….they will come quietly and shyly and ask if you wanted to dance….when you are already dancing with somebody!

After all of this and the bad music, is it any surprise that I spent a significant part of the clubbing portion of the night, hardly dancing and nursing one LIT after the other. The result of those LITs I keenly feel today…..the sins of the past shall visit us tomorrow…..sigh sigh! Groan! Groan! In the words of one the greatest philosophers of the modern times ….”Alcohol is the cause and the solution to many of life’s problems.” Homer Simpson

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