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Friday, July 10, 2009

My name is red

Saturday night. Scene at any of the hundreds of lounges that have populated the city. Young people, in groups, as couples, lone wolves, throng these pubs, discs or what ever you call them, to draw curtains on the week that just passed by. I am one of them. I have been there. Not that often, not much at all in the past 2 years in Mumbai. The occasion wasn't special. Just a phone call from a dear friend, to join him and a few others at this place where music good, food is good and there is space to dance too. With nothing much to do, the reply was obvious.

It wasn't that special a night. The Vodka with orange juice and chicken starter tasted much the same. Sometimes its good that you know there won't be any surprises. As in market parlance, in places like these, downside is protected. You will have some fun, at least. It may not be a night to remember, but frankly that isn't the aim either.

So here we were, sitting in the couch, through with our 3rd round of drinks, more than 2 hours spent and little or no discussion due to the loud noise described as good music before. The place started getting crowded and it was sometime at this point that they entered. Both with grey hair, age past 50s for sure and dressed to kill. Aunt in red spaghetti top, white 3 quarters, red sandals and a red hand bag. Uncle in very light blue Denim trousers, bright red t shirt and guess what, white shoes with red stripes.

They came here to dance and that's what they started doing within 2 minutes of their entry. They were completely into each other. Unlike us, they were not bothered about either the music or DJ's ability. They danced for each other, looked into each other, made all kinds of facials gestures and above all gave a damn for what others were thinking. They were communicating with each other. They were there for each other. Not only did they stood out because of their dress, but also the life they had in them.

We left sometime later coz we had all the fun we could have there. Someone for sure had more fun than us.

4 Comments:

Blogger Jainuine said...

Good to hear people have life at that age in India! i remember a similar experience, when i went for a half-marathon(22kms) and this elderly couple - both about 60-65 finished the run before me...
:)
Anyways, nice to read your posts...keep going...

9:52 AM  
Blogger Sumanta said...

thanks buddy. coming to disc to dance is good. running a full marathon at 60 ... marvellous

9:53 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

nice post sutta. I wish I can retain the same enthu when I reach that age :)

12:59 AM  
Blogger Arun Singla said...

oye, we need to work towards immortalizing that spirit. You need to buy a camera (not a P&S) & start shooting life. I am trying to start this sunday with bird shoot but move to real once get the grip. Once all see the ethusiasm (including me)belief will follow. You know - light influences the way we act n feel ~ GE

7:18 AM  

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