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Hi lovelies, I am back after a bit if a break. For those of you who were wondering where I was, well I have opened a nail studio in Gurgaon or Planet Gurgaon as I like to call it. It’s a lovely little studio, calming, for your down time or me time or just anytime. I was going crazy with that, though my kids say that’s just an excuse, I am plain crazy.
Well, as I am settling in my nail studio, the writer in me once again starts calling and here I am. Like they say, you can never forget your first love. Thankfully, the same rule is null and void when it comes to the first man love in my life. Utterly forgettable.
So a couple of days back I was invited to a friend’s birthday party in one of the lounge/bars that are a signature of Planet Gurgaon. We may be facing a water shortage but thankfully that is not a problem we face with our alcohol.
For those of my readers who live on Planet Gurgaon you know what a ladies night is, unless you live under a rock, and even then you would know. For those who are not living on this rocking and rolling planet, well, it’s the one night in a week, generally mid week, when certain cocktails and other cheap alcoholic drinks are free for women who come to the club. I mean “on the house”. So naturally these nights are very popular among the ladies, hence the term “Ladies Night”.
After all, we are all tired at the end of the day, after taking care of work, kids, handsome Haryanavi boys and dealing with our maids. The last one specially makes us want to run to the watering hole faster that you can say free drinks.
So “Ladies Night”, is the night of the week that all Gurgaon ladies look forward to. We want to catch up with girlfriends, chit chat, observe what other women are wearing, etc. Earlier I would observe other women’s fashion sense, hairstyles, makeup but since I have opened up a nail salon, my eyes make a beeline for a woman’s hands and I see if she gets her nails done or not. In either case I feel an irresistible urge to give her my cell number and tell her to come to my nail studio for a nail makeover. Takes a superhuman effort on my part to fight this urge. Also it is not possible to just walk over to a girl and give her my contact details without attracting shocked stares and hush hush whispers debating my “tendencies”.
So well, here I was, looking forward to the ladies night with my ladies and my Cosmoplitan, I reached the bar all dressed up.
Well the minute I opened the doors to the bar, my brain did a somersault. I wasn’t sure if I was at the right place. Hey…. whatever happened to ladies night? The place was swarming with men. And I mean literally swarming. They were everywhere, every damn where, more men than ladies. I was dazed for a second. “Here a man, there a man everywhere a man man”. The nursery rhyme “old man Donald had a farm… here a hen there a hen everywhere a hen hen, e-i-e-i-o”, I learnt in my Nursery class, of my convent school, was going on in my head albeit a version of it the sisters at my convent would not appreciate very much. I was like hey…. this is ladies night, right? My friend whispered yes love, that’s why so many men here.
Well, I navigated my way through an ocean of men, not complaining ladies, not complaining, and reached my friends. We all chatted for a while, and then I sat in a corner with my group. I love to do this. It gives me a chance to just look around. Suddenly the thought came to me…. why are so many men here? Surely they know the free drinks are for the ladies only. They still gotta pay for theirs.
After a while we girls headed to the dance floor and there too I saw men dancing in groups together…. really? My brain did another somersault. The only time you see a thing like this is at our Punjabi weddings, in front of the horse carrying the groom. They saw us dancing nearby and soon enough a few of them slowly inched their way or rather danced their way to us. I could sense an “introduction” coming up so quickly danced my way back to my seat. As I was observing this song and dance routine, literally and metaphorically, I was wondering why these guys are here?
Are they really here to meet women, to chat up, hook up? and men I want to ask you this…. would a woman really entertain you seriously if you met her in a bar, on a ladies night, instead of more organically?
I kept wondering where were the glorious days of meeting people the old fashioned way? At a friends’s party? Or a cousin’s wedding? where youngsters or sometimes even the not so youngsters would play peek-a boo throughout the big, fat four-day wedding? And then they would gather the courage to tell a friend, who would then tell another friend who would then plan a meet -up.
As I sit in my nail studio i am still wondering the answer to this question…. my nails have been filed away, buffed to high heavens and back, the gel paint has been cured under the beautiful pink lamp, I have still not understood the mystery of “Ladies Night’.
Please feel free to let me know the answer if any of you have figured it out.
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