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When fate co-operates on an important day…

15 Oct

Yep, final year Photo-shoots are quite important, they are!

I surprised myself by not making too much of a fuss. I had borrowed hair-gel to use on my hair, but did not.
I only used a face pack, had the smallest work out in the world, took a shower and got dressed… All in one hour!

The wardrobe was quite experimental. Black French Connec. shirt that I’d bought for my folks’ anniv., grey trousers to go with them (Thanks for the fabulous combo again, Rakesh!), borrowed leather shoes, a bright pink tie and the violet contacts! The trousers were damn tight, so my back is giving me a fair amount of pain at the moment. The shirt was very fitting as well, as a result of which I’d skipped breakfast and had the lightest lunch. Meals makes one bloat for a good hour or two!

Yes, I’m tempted to post snaps. Maybe I will post it in some form, once I get my hands on them.

My hair thankfully cooperated. As of now, I’ve not seen a single snap in which they look unpleasant or scanty! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

So how was the response? As I said, the attire was experimental. Most refrained from commenting too vehemently on how contrasting they found the pink tie, with the shirt. Not in a positive sense.
Many others gave positive reviews. Hag Designate No. 3 said I looked very, very sexy! I don’t disagree ­čśÇ

Having reviewed some snaps, I see that there’s nothing to regret. I looked damn good, period! I surprised myself, really! I had no idea how much of a difference uniquely coloured eyes can make to one’s face…

As for the evening, I suppose I was drinking for some 3 hours, and I drank so much that it kept me going for another 4! Everyone was drunk like mad, dancing like there was no tomorrow, clicking away with cameras, singing, screaming, hollering.
I was dancing like mad with people I hardly speak to otherwise, and vice-versa. Alika refused to grind with me, I cannot imagine why. We’ve done it countless times before. I suppose she was intimidated by the surroundings (drunkards drunkards everywhere, not a sober soul). I was picked up three times by one fellow (who, again, I hardly speak to ever). I picked him up once and almost broke my back.
Another friend was damn drunk and nearly passed out. I sat there in the poshest club here, feeding him Pasta with my own hands!

I danced with about a million people. Everyone was happy, everyone was merry… The cameras were co-operating and I was looking hot.

It was a good day, folks!

Unsung goes on a Holiday!

1 Oct

Yes folks, it’s that time of the year when Unsung goes away to that lovely sea-side tourist stop that he was raving about all of last April!
No, please do not attempt to guess where! Secrecy is Priority!

Anyway, no sun this time round. Just plenty of sand, rain and lazing in the shack, eating, boozing, smoking, laughing, talking. All of this evening, tomorrow, the day after, until sunday afternoon!

Hoping to find as many Firangs to drool over, as I did the last time, but not counting on it. Hopeful nonetheless.

Thankfully, I have access to internet through my beloved phone so I’ll let you know if anything exciting happens. Until then, au revoir mes amies!

Observations upon Whiskey consumption…

16 Sep

1. 150 ML is not good enough to get you as high as the same amount of good ole Old Monk.

2. Flavour is much better.

3. Slightly harder on the pocket.

4. If you listen to songs on your iPod post whiskey high, they seem to sound nicer ­čśŤ

5. The songs seem to finish quite quickly.

5. When there are over 600 songs to choose from, paucity of music is a situation that never arises.

4. You loose track of numbering, and it’s hard to count till 10.

4. Wait, it’s harder to count from 2 to 1.

3. Make that 1 to 10.

5. You get the drift?

5. You’re soo happy when you come back home, and see that your hag, who’s a few time zones ahead is still online at 12.50 AM (your time)…

6. And she has news she’s not telling you. About her visit to India. Becoming longer than initially planned. Yay!!!!!

7. Jackdaw sends you an email asking you to come online on chat, and he’s not responding. SO annoying! Jack-o! Not fair…

8. You have 50 blog entires to catch up on, and you’re farrr behind, and test series is a week away, and you did damn poorly in the previous ones…

9. You end your post very abruptl

The Hangover

12 Sep

Right, so the sister finally got some friends here! They’re not bad at all, in fact. She ranks No. 2 or 3 in dumbness quotient among all of them.

So last night, she decides to take little Bro. out with her friends to a …..

….. Unlimited Booze Hip-Hop night!! ……

What happens then?

1. The brother gets just slightly bored.

2. The brother gets into a competition with one of her male friends over who can drink more. He’s protecting his college’s reputation here!!

3. The brother has 240 ml of whiskey… and he hardly ever drinks whiskey!

4. The brother “Spins Right Round, Right Round” so much that he falls… Twice! And gets back up as if it was intended.

5. The brother and the competing friend drink exactly the same amount. But the friend throws up in the building’s lobby! Brother won!

6. The brother is somehow brought home. He doesn’t recall much of the journey back home, the next day.

7. The brother wakes up the next morning with his head spinning. The brother is blogging this post, and he can’t even see straight!

8. The brother cannot even recall what day of the week it is.

9. The last memory the brother has is of the journey back home.

10. The brother wakes up the next morning with 2 (thankfully empty) buckets next to him. He’s wearing different clothes from last night (so the sister stripped him down to his friggin’ underwear!!) and his contacts are out (so the sister really took care of him :S)

11. The Brother is REALLY gonna hear it when the sister wakes up. And tells the mother. He’s gonna hear it from the sister AND the mother.

12. You should all wish the brother good luck, but he’ll probably be over with it by the time you read this post.

13. The brother might’ve come out last night, to the sister. Willingly or unwillingly. She might’ve read my SMSes. There might be something revealing there.

14. The brother should avoid Unlimited Booze parties with sister, henceforth.

15. The brother is having his first ever hangover.

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Update…

The sister tells the brother that he puked last night… a LOT!

Drunk and Honest

26 Jul

Very drunk. Almost puking. But atleast honest.
And i told him. No, not Vikram. But the real one. Don’t expect anything. He’s an awesome guy, and in him, i see a reflection of myself. And I long for his attention, if nothing else. But we can’t always have what we want, can we?
But I’ll wait. Maybe till I get what I want or till I start wanting different things.
Until then, I’ll be satisfied with the fact that it’s off my conscience. And that I told him. Don’t think I’ve ever done this before. And he’ll read this post. Which is awkward, but i’m not uncomfortable. Not now. And I told him after so many months. So I’m happy about that.
Lie detector tests are useless. The best way to get the truth out of someone is by getting him drunk.

Last & Final

5 Jul
It’s 4.30 am and I just came in from my third saturday night @ Polka. Remember last weekend? When I wrote “Ummmm 1” and “Ummm 2”? Well, I would’ve call this “Ummm 3” but I think I’ve associated a rather negative (in a specific sense) connotation with “Ummm” so I refrain.
The point remains that this WAS my last party at Polka. Why? The music was just terrible! Absolutely horrendous! 3 songs played 18 times, 4 identical songs in all were any good and most of the other tracks were trash. I entered at half past midnight and the place was brimming… with what seemingly were newbies! And boy, were they new! Just ┬ástanding there on the dance floor, pretty much not moving a bone or letting people dance. And most were unpleasant looking.
The high point of the evening was fashion designer MA. Well, not him actually but his boyfriend. Oh my god, I’ve never seen such hotness! I just couldn’t look at anything else! Daksh was instead trying to divert my attention to this other fellow (who I ended up giving a short ride to, in my car, courtesy Mohit [who I was dropping home] but didn’t really give a damn about) but GOD oh GOD MA’s boyfriend was a friggin’ SEX GOD!!!
I’d abduct him, if that’s what it takes to have him on my possession. Oh la la! Huge biceps, gorgeous face, gorgeous hair… and not a plucked chicken, which are so much in fad in my community (I cannot imagine why)!
Anyway, Mohit also introduced us Daksh and me to an apparently well known choreographer (name withheld) and she greeted us by names! It was so flattering (for a newbie to the scene, such as me)! There were quite a few straight couples there, really… just to give company to their friends. A smoking hot 30-something year old woman stepped out of the pub, proclaiming “I’m straight…” which made me laugh. “But my best friend is gay :(” she added. How lovely it is, the strong friendships people have (with such hot women)!
Yes, barring MA’s boyfriend, I could only find appreciation for women, tonight. Tragic, yes.
Anyway, my last night at Polka it was. Will confine myself to the weekday parties, henceforth. They’re far high up, in their standards!

It’s 4.30 am and I just came in from my third saturday night @ Polka. Remember last weekend? When I wrote “Ummmm 1” and “Ummm 2”? Well, I would’ve call this “Ummm 3” but I think I’ve associated a rather negative (in a specific sense) connotation with “Ummm” so I refrain.

The point remains that this WAS my last party at Polka. Why? The music was just terrible! Absolutely horrendous! 3 songs played 18 times, 4 identical songs in all were any good and most of the other tracks were trash. I entered at half past midnight and the place was brimming… with what seemingly were newbies! And boy, were they new! Just ┬ástanding there on the dance floor, pretty much not moving a bone or letting people dance. And most were unpleasant looking.

The high point of the evening was fashion designer MA. Well, not him actually but his boyfriend. Oh my god, I’ve never seen such hotness! I just couldn’t look at anything else! Daksh was instead trying to divert my attention to this other fellow (who I ended up giving a short ride to, in my car, courtesy Mohit [who I was dropping home] but didn’t really give a damn about) but GOD oh GOD MA’s boyfriend was a friggin’ SEX GOD!!!

I’d abduct him, if that’s what it takes to have him on my possession. Oh la la! Huge biceps, gorgeous face, gorgeous hair… and not a plucked chicken, which are so much in fad in my community (I cannot imagine why)!

Anyway, Mohit also introduced us Daksh and me to an apparently well known choreographer (name withheld) and she greeted us by names! It was so flattering (for a newbie to the scene, such as me)! There were quite a few straight couples there, really… just to give company to their friends. A smoking hot 30-something year old woman stepped out of the pub, proclaiming “I’m straight…” which made me laugh. “But my best friend is gay :(” she added. How lovely it is, the strong friendships people have (with such hot women)!

Yes, barring MA’s boyfriend, I could only find appreciation for women, tonight. Tragic, yes.

Anyway, my last night at Polka it was. Will confine myself to the weekday parties, henceforth. They’re far high up, in their standards!

Oh, and I didn’t smoke one bit, tonight.

Oh 2, and when I came in at 4.30 a.m. (having received a phonecall from mom at 4.00 am, asking me where the hell I was), dad was up looking a bit disturbed. He smelled by breath, to which I responded that I hadn’t drunk and hadn’t smoked. He seemed satisfied.┬áThen I proceeded to pull the internet wire from their room into mine, and he was scandalized that I wanted to log on at this ghastly hour. Sigh! How do I explain to them the duties and obligations of a Live Blogger.

Awe-sum Three-sum

3 Jul

With only dancing involved, though. Daksh, Maddy and yours truly. At the hottest club in Delhi on Tuesday nights (though this was on a thursday, and as a celebration)!

The atmosphere was wild, jovial and festive. For once, not rebellious!

The only tragic part was that Tripti Tandon brushed past me and I didn’t get to say “I love you to her”. To compensate, I did dance extremely close of fashion designer SV! Oh, the sheer glory of being a celebrity! Sigh!

We entered extremely late, though. Thank you, beloved D and M. I could only hear and not grind to “Rock DJ”, “Sound of Freedom”, “Billo Rani” and another track I cannot recall. But I did catch “Infinity 2008” so thank god for that! AND “It’s a beautiful Life”!

OMG, gay parties are JUST SO COOOOOOL!

This was a relief though, after Maddy and I landed up and turned away from Jantar Mantar for the afternoon celebration, owing to the media barrage at the location.

Oh, and did I mention that Gautam Bhan is possibly one of the few balding men who is AMAZINGLY CUTE? Him and Arvind Narrain! Don’t know who I’m talking about? These are our heroes, ladies and men-who-resemble-ladies… these are our heroes…

377 Bye Bye! 377 Bye Bye!

Ummm 2

28 Jun

So I’m alone. In my bedroom. The party will go on for another hour surely, but I left half an hour ago. So that was my second gay party. Possibly the last. (Am I being dramatic? Maybe. Or maybe not. I cannot say. But my last party for quite some time, for sure!)

An entire evening of dance, and the only other person who danced with me was probably the same random fellow as last week, a total umm… well, something, who drove me away.

Never felt so rejected. Okay, I’ve been worse, but this was bad too. SO many hours at that place, and no one asked me to dance. Tried doing the “make eye contact” bit of advice but that didn’t work too well. Apparently, I suck at everything here. A total wallpaper at a hip and happening gay party, in a room-full of men.

Never felt so ordinary. Cannot look at myself in the mirror. So very ordinary.

But one good thing came of the evening, I guess. I have this renewed confidence that if ever I feel lonely and alone, and yearn for another guy, all I have to think of is this evening. And I’ll know that I can live my life alone. Without being judged. And ignored.

Ummm

27 Jun

So I’m here. At my second gay party. Abandoned by my friend. All alone. Feeling extremely weird!! Extremely weird! Middle-age white dude next to me.
Okay, WAS sitting next to me. Hoping me’d ask me to dance. He sat a long while, then got up and left. You’re getting LIVE updates here, guys. WHY am I blogging at a party? Because I’m ALONE! Thanks a lot for this Daksh! Thanks a LOT!

Oh, and the music is awesome. So I guess I’ll be dancing here alone tonight…

In spite of the situation I’m in, still feels relaxing to be amongst men who love men.

Coming of Age

20 Jun

Six hours ago, I got out of the shower and picked my attire for the evening. Then I spent roughly half an hour struggling with my lenses, brushing off my mother’s “I knew you wouldn’t be able to wear them” taunts, and finally got them in place. The first victory!

Then I got into a car, at 10 p.m. and drove alone halfway across town. To my very first gay party.
The first person I saw was, ironically, an acquaintence of an acquaintence. The second, third were cross-dressers. Most others were lesbians. This city has SO MANY LESBIANS! I mean, it’s so cool, to see them so liberated!

Most of the guys were extremely camp! Oh my god, so camp! Made me feel so very, very masculine, like wow! What’s the point of screaming at directors for “stereotyping” characters that very well fit into┬áthe stereotype?

The music was good, drinking was limited since I was driving, the room started out empty and got ridiculously crowded. The room was extremely hot. And present over there was an acquaintence from school, who was extremely obvious back in the day. Don’t know if he recognised me, but if he did, my secrecy is under serious threat! If one person from school gets to know, ALL persons from school get to know!
So there!

Anyway, returned at 2 am. Locked up the house, took off my contacts with far less effort as yesterday. It seems one simply has to get used to touching one’s eye with a finger.

Returning to the party, it was an interesting experience, one that I might repeat… But the crowdswould certainly catch attention wherever they went!

Anyway, got a busy day ahead. Later then, Ciao!