Where's the potty tonight?
On the dance floor!
My second time to an adult party (the only other parties I've been to in my life have been children's birthday parties) My first outing was so bad that I needed tranquilisers. This one wasn't much different - alcohol flowing, flesh flaunting, coloured lights wearing out the elastic on optic nerves, aural membranes brutally pounded by dickchick-dickchick.
Being an office do, I could not pass up the event. Everyone was dancing to insane Hindi song remixes, and I was asked several times to go to the dance floor. What did I do - politely refused and moved to interesting pastures, namely the buffet table. As I sat there with a plate of garlic basmati rice, paneer, alu, and butter chicken, I thought to myself - why can't I get myself to go up and dance? The music was definitely a major turn-off! I would have so grooved if Raaja, Raajadhi Raajanindha Raaja was playing! But that wasn't the only reason.
I am awestruck when people say partying helps them unwind. Do people really have fun this way, with all the crowd and the noise? The make-up, the flashy clothes, the hairdos, the fake hugs, the sexual undertones/overtones - I realised that I'm a complete misfit in this whole party outfit.
I also realised that no song in this world is safe from being remixed. The music sounded like the same song was playing throughout the party! Just take a song, add a dickchick-dickchick - lo and behold... a remix! And lame-brained Dickchick Jockeys (DJs) get paid filthy for this!
Most Annoying Sound in the World Award: Goes to the opening noise of the song Deedar De from Dus. Right-click here and Save Target As... to download and torture yourself.
My appreciation for carnatic music and ghazals has scaled an all-time high!