About 7 years ago when I met Dr.A, Adi and Abhay, we used to go clubbing almost every week and often in the middle of the week just 'cause we were 'bored.' My sis joined us crazies when she moved to Delhi. At that time, only Dr.A and I were the 'grown ups,' you know, the ones who had jobs while the others were pursuing post-grads. The constant complaint with others was that we never never went clubbing often enough, which, according to them, should happen everyday. Then in a year after, the others grew up and got jobs, responsibilities, and work pressure. Now they too had to reach their offices on time and mornings became busy and late nights became not so attractive. They were happy to stick to our once a week party scene. As time passed, even the once a week clubbing became an effort. While earlier we reached clubs at 11:30 pm, now all agreed, it was easier to meet over dinner and part for our respective homes latest by midnight. The logic was that clubs are loud and noisy and sweaty and we never really got a chance to talk. God knows when exactly this happened but we stopped clubbing altogether for a few years.
Dr.A and I realized during one of our morning conversations that it was not us who had a problem with partying and staying up late, it was the others. They now valued their sleep more than we did and we concluded that they were all lazy bums and "too old" for us. And now that they were acting like they belonged to old-age homes, we needed new blood in the group...college going kids who also coaxed us into joining them at parties and clubs.
Thus, a few interesting (younger) people made brief appearances in our group but then they were either too childish, too broke, or too irritating. So it was back to us to keep the group interesting.
A few weeks ago, we (the boys and I) decided to go clubbing again. We now had Anckur with us, the club boy who dragged us to one he heard of just a few days ago. And we went. It was not at all like what I remembered clubbing to be. The place was small, filled with people and the AC was barely working. To top it all, the drinks were watered down...or the ice might have melted as soon as it hit the glass, I can not be sure. We strained to see in the dark...a few really good looking people caught our eyes but the for most part, we only saw human figures in the dark. AND most men were in either serious casuals (bermudas) or had time traveled from the 1960s with their powder blue bell bottoms and ruffled shirts.
I met a couple of really awesome men...one of them reminded me of an Ex, which was not what I was not at all prepared to deal with in a club. As we looked around for a well ventilated corner of the room, my eyes rested on a 50-something year old man who was dancing all alone with a drink in his hand. His mouth was pursed and his mustache and bald spot glistened with sweat under the disco lights. He continued with his bizarre on-the-spot dancing till he saw me looking at me. He then started to sway even more in energetic steps that scared the bejesus out of me. We decided that we needed to leave pronto. We might have saved his life, I'd like to think. If we had not moved out, he would have certainly given himself a heart attack.
We were at the club for barely 30 minutes and I had danced halfheartedly to probably 2 songs with the guy who reminded me of my Ex. It was not a happy evening.
On the way to our cars, I resisted the temptation to say, "Clubbing was so different and so much fun in our days." I felt old, bored, and totally angry. Where was the crowd that was growing up with us and why were they not partying anymore?
Dr.A and I realized during one of our morning conversations that it was not us who had a problem with partying and staying up late, it was the others. They now valued their sleep more than we did and we concluded that they were all lazy bums and "too old" for us. And now that they were acting like they belonged to old-age homes, we needed new blood in the group...college going kids who also coaxed us into joining them at parties and clubs.
Thus, a few interesting (younger) people made brief appearances in our group but then they were either too childish, too broke, or too irritating. So it was back to us to keep the group interesting.
A few weeks ago, we (the boys and I) decided to go clubbing again. We now had Anckur with us, the club boy who dragged us to one he heard of just a few days ago. And we went. It was not at all like what I remembered clubbing to be. The place was small, filled with people and the AC was barely working. To top it all, the drinks were watered down...or the ice might have melted as soon as it hit the glass, I can not be sure. We strained to see in the dark...a few really good looking people caught our eyes but the for most part, we only saw human figures in the dark. AND most men were in either serious casuals (bermudas) or had time traveled from the 1960s with their powder blue bell bottoms and ruffled shirts.
I met a couple of really awesome men...one of them reminded me of an Ex, which was not what I was not at all prepared to deal with in a club. As we looked around for a well ventilated corner of the room, my eyes rested on a 50-something year old man who was dancing all alone with a drink in his hand. His mouth was pursed and his mustache and bald spot glistened with sweat under the disco lights. He continued with his bizarre on-the-spot dancing till he saw me looking at me. He then started to sway even more in energetic steps that scared the bejesus out of me. We decided that we needed to leave pronto. We might have saved his life, I'd like to think. If we had not moved out, he would have certainly given himself a heart attack.
We were at the club for barely 30 minutes and I had danced halfheartedly to probably 2 songs with the guy who reminded me of my Ex. It was not a happy evening.
On the way to our cars, I resisted the temptation to say, "Clubbing was so different and so much fun in our days." I felt old, bored, and totally angry. Where was the crowd that was growing up with us and why were they not partying anymore?
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