Bewitched no more
Borrowed from Basu da
(Usefulness: zero)
Met a fellow monger outside baba palace. They had the smirk of a successful few groping mongering sessions at mayur and probably Kishore, on their face. He was with a friend of his. after pleasantries, we entered the den. The place was full of girls and very few patrons. What more could one ask for.
The soothing songs, and the shiny lights. The pretty smiles and the swaying bodies. I wondered how I stayed away for so long. But then it only feels good when one has earned a visit by achieving a certain financial goal (even though an insignificant one)…Paise ki khanak tab alag hi bajti hai.
After sometime, the guy with my friend remarked that —ye to bahoot hi shaant hai..and we laughed aloud. Yaar for gears to set the momentum, I need few pegs down the system.
Was searching for a girl (from my last visit) who I found pretty, but in wane. There was a girl in the same dress, but not the same looks. She was continuously staring and dancing, tempting shamelessly to take her up for the kill.
We argued that if she is the same girl for whom I had come searching. Finally we settled that it wasn’t her who did the trick it was our daru last time.
One more peg and the girl was in front of me, whom I was searching for. I asked her if she was wearing the other girl’s white dress last time. She was offended. ‘ woh mera dress hai, or usne mera dress pehna hai..
Yes. It was her. No, she wasn’t that pretty as had thought in my drunk state.
Anyways mahool bante gaya. We asked her to dance on few songs. She was ok. Was putting in all the efforts, which is the first requirement. Then made the other girl in white dance who was way better.
Enjoyed few more dances.
Asked the earlier girl about entry. She said “ek ghante ka pura 5 hajjar lungi. I said “mere paas ek hi ghanta hai. 5 nahi 6 dunga, pura pura mazaa aayega kya”. Man …the smile she gave. A mix of confidence and sharam.
No. I had no plans for entry as usual. We had plans for one more joint.
Left the place, happy and drunk.
Stepped outside. And the sun was hitting with scorching heat. As if taking vengeance for the fact that he was still working on his everyday job whereas we were enjoying an afternoon of a weekday as if enjoying the night of Christmas Eve.
Cheers.
PS: It was nice meeting you mongering1984 for the first time and sorry to ignore you after getting drunk. That’s what happens with me once I go drunk. Aa mode: sirf chidiya or uski body dikhti hai.