I spent two nights partying in Delhi.
The first night was in a place called Stones in Defense Colony. Stones is my favorite hang out whenever I'm in town. It has the ambiance and the comfort I am looking for in a bar. It is where I would take someone out for a date, or bring friends for a conversation or for after-work relaxation. Anyways, I met Jui and her nice friends - three successful and intelligent girls (2 are lawyers and the other is a publicist). I never had a spontaneous and interesting conversation for such a long time! We talked about movies, relationships, women 'empowerment', books - just basically anything!
Last night, I went out with my colleagues to do bar-hopping in Greater Kailash N block. We stopped first at this place called Mannekin. It was so surreal as the music being played were from the golden 80's. Me growing up in that decade means I have to shake and raise the roof. It was fun not only tasting the drinks (I had a B52, a white russian, mojito and a huge glass of rum and coke). The fun part was the dancing (of course) and just hanging out with cool guys. Jui brought us to a different bar but the scene was not as nice as the former. In the second place, there were a lot of yuppies and you can (actually) smell the hormones floating in the air. So after a drink (which was around 1 am already), we decided to shift to a different place. Now there are not so many places in Delhi opened until the wee hours of the morning for party rats like us. In desperation (!) we asked one of the guys leaving (for home, probably) where the next best place would be. This turned out to be a disco in Hotel Ashok. It was a big disappointment. Just before we entered they asked for 2000 rupees - each - which they said can be consumed for drinks. For already half-drunk guys coming from different dry states here in India, did that stop us? Hell, no! Anyways, the disco was not as enticing as expected, there were ladies of questionable intentions, there were men of more questionable intentions and the music was Hindi all through out.
So after saying in this "uninteresting" place for 3 hours and several glasses of rum and coke, we decided to hit the road. Good thing that Jui's cousin has a car which squeezed the five drunk dancers in. Olivier who happened to have an early flight had barely a few minutes left to collect his luggage and proceed to the airport. I didn't even had the chance to say bye as I was too wasted to get out of bed.
What have I learned from all these? My current maxim would be: "Work hard, party harder.". Ah life in cosmopolitan Delhi.
