The late night party circuits, the typical snobbish crowds, the music, the dance, the muwah muwahs and glitzy dresses with booze and money spilling out of every pocket,the Louis Vuitton and the coaches meet and the show begins. Come Friday evening or better said weekend dusk's , and lo the party animals start getting into their gears. The ladies in their branded original or imitations but a must have dress for being recognised, the perfumes must attract or woo the person you meet, the stilettos , the lipsticks the jewellery, the makeup and clutches must have a distinct presence all in a bid to outshine the others.Then wait for the next big sacrificial goat who will pick you up in his swanky car ( owned, rented, or borrowed to impress the lady and the parking lot).as soon as that drives up ,the big Hi and muwahs start. The goat, I mean the male, struts around in an Armani or a diesel or Marks and Spencer black outfit as any other colour is a strict no. He reeks of Davidoff,CK,or a woody perfume with a Mont Blanc pen clipped to his jacket and dancing Jimmy Choos with a Lacoste belt tied up around his waist.There may be less cash in his fancy wallet but credit cards galore with a huge pending bills lined up for next month.Then out comes the exquistie Scotch in a crystal glass on the rocks in the car, and with the arm candy and the first swig the engines fire on all cylinders to start the party . Mind you ,you have to have 2-3 invites from prominent people so that you are held in high esteem on this pseudo circuit which otherwise considers you an out caste.
At the first venue, throw the keys to the valet in style and disrespect and walk past the doorman shoving a 500 ₹ note to keep his car parked right in front of the porch . He gets a grand salute and the arm candy is impressed.Then one enters the smog, sorry the fog created by smoke canisters and cigarettes , the loud music and the sea of elite( so called)party animals, make you feel as if you are entering the Jurassic park. And literally the swords are drawn , covered with a veil of course and facades start being seen."Hello darling"!!! , How have you been? We just met at xyz party yesterday and it was such a sham . Are you going to abc party tonite? If yes then you are equitable socially speaking, if not you are not important .the crowds brush each other and the skirts slits start displaying those fascinating and not so fascinating legs. Roving eyeballs start reaching all corners and literally some of them give you the creeps as if they slide down every inch of your personal space.The cleavages displayed are a competition within and lead to security threats if found alone and turn out to be a challenge for the cops on duty.The drinks and cocktails mock the health charts and flow fast enough to challenge the Niagara Falls .No one cares a damn for food and when one realises that the who's who is there and you are spotted and noticed you move on to the next venue again to start the same Hippocratic process. One may come with a pink arm candy and go with a black one . The nights don't end, the smoke in the lungs active or passively acquired is what one carries home with alcohol in the belly that inspire movies like Delhi belly.
What a life ? Then there are soft drugs, partner swaps, bitching of the highest caliber, deals and money changing hands and depressions and cravings for more to follow.Is this how we enjoy life?Get up next morning to start another Rendevouz and a new story unfolds.The we have page 3 scandals splashed all over the media and the fallouts are chewed and debated in the same circles.Who you come with the night before and who you get up next to the next morning is what pushes up the adrenaline in these party animals, which they call culture and teach the gen next how to blow up the money earned by your own folks .
At the first venue, throw the keys to the valet in style and disrespect and walk past the doorman shoving a 500 ₹ note to keep his car parked right in front of the porch . He gets a grand salute and the arm candy is impressed.Then one enters the smog, sorry the fog created by smoke canisters and cigarettes , the loud music and the sea of elite( so called)party animals, make you feel as if you are entering the Jurassic park. And literally the swords are drawn , covered with a veil of course and facades start being seen."Hello darling"!!! , How have you been? We just met at xyz party yesterday and it was such a sham . Are you going to abc party tonite? If yes then you are equitable socially speaking, if not you are not important .the crowds brush each other and the skirts slits start displaying those fascinating and not so fascinating legs. Roving eyeballs start reaching all corners and literally some of them give you the creeps as if they slide down every inch of your personal space.The cleavages displayed are a competition within and lead to security threats if found alone and turn out to be a challenge for the cops on duty.The drinks and cocktails mock the health charts and flow fast enough to challenge the Niagara Falls .No one cares a damn for food and when one realises that the who's who is there and you are spotted and noticed you move on to the next venue again to start the same Hippocratic process. One may come with a pink arm candy and go with a black one . The nights don't end, the smoke in the lungs active or passively acquired is what one carries home with alcohol in the belly that inspire movies like Delhi belly.
What a life ? Then there are soft drugs, partner swaps, bitching of the highest caliber, deals and money changing hands and depressions and cravings for more to follow.Is this how we enjoy life?Get up next morning to start another Rendevouz and a new story unfolds.The we have page 3 scandals splashed all over the media and the fallouts are chewed and debated in the same circles.Who you come with the night before and who you get up next to the next morning is what pushes up the adrenaline in these party animals, which they call culture and teach the gen next how to blow up the money earned by your own folks .
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