Fellow traveler (I think I am going to call R that on the blog now. It is just so much cooler) also bought yet another gift for my birthday during our Commercial Street sojourn. I love gifts, but I love looking forward to them so much more.
I had grown up quite a bit in the last few years, and I usually celebrated things like new jeans and new years in a quiet way. In the middle of nowhere on an island beach without the usual jingoism that parties are prone to, in a balcony with a friend or the friend, or in the way of cult rock stars, in Purple Haze. It had been a while since we partied. And when I say party, I mean dancing like there is no tomorrow, with all my youthful lameness and enthusiasm, sloshed, loud, and on top of the world. So last night, I wore my dancing shoes, and braved a long auto ride and 17 kms of the Bangalore traffic that I had heard so much about but never really experienced in such detail, to party. And party I did. I had that moment of awesomeness when you expect angrezi music to rock your night and suddenly the DJ, in a move of unbelievable benevolence, switches to Aahun aahun aahun and Chhamak Chhallo. All said and done, if it’s a new year party, it has to be the quintessential “Bollywood mix”. There is nothing more fun than that. Ek glassi, do glassi, teen glassi, chaar.
It was a pretty cool way to end the year and bring in a new phase, heady, crazy, loud, and pretty cool. It had been a while. Here’s to going back to being young, inexperienced, experimental, and more open this new year. Cheers!
On to the birthday now, ladies and gentlemen!