Pardy People

Yes, yes! Shame on me for being so negligent! I’ve been so preoccupied with regular life, that there’s literally no excuse for not updating this space, except for sheer laziness…

Anyhow, 3 weeks ago I attended my first gay party in Bangalore. The week after that, there was one literally a kilometre from home, so I attended that. And then a week after that, which was last weekend, I was forced to attend my 3rd by this cute twinky boy who I’d been talking on the phone through the week, literally every night, for over an hour a day. Exhausting, it was alright. When we finally met, from the moment we met, he was either extremely disoriented, or completely disappointed by me. Which didn’t bother me, because I found him too frivolous for my taste, not to forget that he was 2 whole years younger than I, but I had promised him refuge in my apartment that night, and much as I would’ve wanted to (not have to introduce Queen Sheeba to my sister the next day), I couldn’t abandon him at the party. Though I did try to push him onto someone else, I must admit… onto one of the several people who were incessantly hitting on him, almost molesting him on the dancefloor (which he thoroughly seemed to be enjoying) and so on. But to no avail. Well, let’s not sound hypocritical though. He and I did make out quite a bit on the dance floor, and went further later that night in my bedroom. But the following day, all it was was an “experience” and back I am now, patiently waiting for my knight in shining bell-bottoms.

What thrilled me about that party though was the number of people I knew at the venue! It was quite thrilling, to be completely honest! I had no idea I had networked to that extent, even if they were mostly acquaintances 🙂

Anyhoo, that’s mostly been the social life I’ve had this month. I think I’m done with gay parties for a while! They sure can be somewhat exhausting (not to forget make a person look somewhat desperate)…

Unsung blends in…

So another accomplishment of a different kind… Unsung went tonight to a party at his cousins’ place… a perfectly straight party with seemingly straight people…
Now these specific cousins are those that I don’t really blend with. They’re your typical Delhite crowd… the kind for whom booze is like water, cigarettes are morning-afternoon-evening tea, and so on… clubbing regulars, fancy-bar-drivers and so on. Now Unsung doesn’t really gel in too well if there isn’t intellectual conversation on politics, religion etc to be found. But not only did Unsung induce mild conversations of that nature, he blended in perfectly with the spoil-brat friends of the cousins, was laughing away, inducing laughter, sharing smokes, borrowing smokes, dumbing up, dumbing down, being introduced to people. In short, I went there knowing 3 cousins and vaguely knowing 1-2 others, but left bidding several of them brotherly goodbyes!

I huge accomplishment in terms of social interaction and not feeling awkward in an environment that he’s almost always very uncomfortable in.
Booze helped a little bit, yes 😛

Now he’s going to sleep at 4 a.m. and hopes to be up in time… It’s a big day! Unsung might just get to meet a fellow blogger… none other than BlogQueen, Chandu!

What not to do on New Years Eve…

Get so drunk at your first (and possibly last) Gay New Years Party that you have little recollection the next day…

Though it was good fun and very enjoyable! Met a friend from long ago, tried a lot of new cocktails (Green Apple Martini, Mojito, Cosmopolitan, Cosmopolitan, Possibly Some Unspecified Number of drinks, Long Island Ice Tea and Long Island Ice Tea), somehow managed myself and Daksh, thankfully did not lose my tie or sweater (thank you Mr. Assoc. Editor, Pink Pages).

I was naturally very shocked to realise that the party was out-doors, since I hadn’t put any thought into my sweater and my shirt was supposed to carry me through the evening but 6+ drinks down, I managed quite fine without the woolens.

I wish there was someone to tell me more about last night. For instance, I was chatting away with this straight (and only) chick who was there, but I don’t remember if I was dancing with her or not… I hope I was, but I’m not too sure.

Anyway, I have to go and discover ingenious means of ridding myself of a hang-over. No, this is NOT what 2010’s gonna be like…

Happy New Year folks!

Naughty a la Nightclub

So went for my first gay party of the season, last night. It was quite different, in ways. For one, poor Daksh had to find someone else to dance with, because I was with this kiddo (2.5 years, and he says it isn’t a big deal!!) through most of the night. Thankfully, Daksh found a pretty nice person for the evening, and they were dancing far more than we were.
For another, I finally did what I wanted to try out for the longest time… made out on the dance floor 😛 Well, first on the couches on the side, then on the dance floor, and then on the couch again. It got pretty explicit at times, but that no one as much as batted an eyelid goes to say how ordinary all of this is in our world…

We left around 3, when I dropped Daksh home, and my date for the evening (who I equate with a nephew much to his annoyance) and I crashed at home, since my folks didn’t want be driving back home alone at night, and he was supposed to stay out somewhere.

So there’s another thing I can add to the list of things I’ve done before I turned 21… uhh, 22. (Damn!)

Bad Girls, Bad Girls

So I’ve been partying quite a bit, off late. Attended 5 parties in the past 3 weeks, as opposed to none in 20 years in Delhi, so the parents are a bit taken aback, though not protesting at all.

Last saturday, I came in at half-past-four. Mom rang me up at 4, and when I got home finally, pop was up. He smelled my breath, seemed satisfied and went back to sleep.
The reason I got so late was chiefly because I left the club at half past 3. I also had to drop off a fellow at his home which is about 5 kms off mine, and his friend at a hotel, which was en route.

The next morning, mom very arbitrarily asked me, “How many people were in the car last night?” I was totally caught off guard, and had no idea how she knew! I lied that there was only one, who had to be dropped off nearby. It turned out that she’d smelled smoke in the car. How, I cannot imagine, because none of the three of us smoked that evening, at least in the car!

I didn’t tell her about the male-bimbo-equivalent I dropped off on the way, but I may as well have. At the hotel, I’d opened the bonnet for security check, and the creeps hadn’t closed it properly, which she asked me about later.

At the breakfast table, mom asked me the names of the people I was with. I’d brushed off those questions earlier, saying that she didn’t know most of my firends anyway, but this time, she insisted saying “It doesn’t matter, you can still give me names.”

I struggled and came up with names for 2 girls, with ex school-mates as their namesakes. And I of course gave her Daksh’s name.

Anyway, the next day, a cousin visiting from abroad (he’s married and has 2 kids) was asking me about the party scene here. Mom mentioned to him that I’d been out till 4.30 the previous night, and he was shocked.

“Girls’ parents allow them to be out till 4.30 AM?? How do they get home at that hour” he asked.

“Ummm…. errr…. well, it varies, really. My college friends don’t get perm. to do so, but errr… these ones do. They’re driven around by a personal driver, what else!”

“This is just plain shocking! The driver works those hours at night?”

“Umm… money talks, I guess. (Which is not untrue because Daksh comes with his D, sometimes.) Anyway, the atmosphere is a bit liberal here, and clubbing goes on till late. Besides, not ALL parents have to know what time they’re returning. For instance, one girl can always stay over at another’s, so only the hostess’s parents need to know what time they’re both coming home, while the other’s parents simply know that she was out till some slightly indecent hour at night.”

To which he smirked and said, “When these sort of activities begin, one can only imagine what it may be leading to… Friends staying outside home and all…”

Being the blonde that I sometimes am, I didn’t pick up the hints. Just looked at him in confusion.

It finally settled in. And needless to say, I was at a loss for words.

Some poor, fictitious girls of questionable character, who I am friends with and spend every other evening with, were certainly been looked down upon that night.

I feel a bit guilty, even though they don’t really exist!

Last & Final

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  standing 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  standing 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. Then 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

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!