Now I know who the original party animals are…

Last night me and my cousins decided to take our parents out to club. You won’t be surprised that they hadn’t been to club or disc (whatever you call it) before.

It all began with asking us a stream of questions- what to wear, do you need to know how to move, do you get food there, what kind of music they play and so on.


So, first we went to a club Zaha. Everyone even the ones who hadn’t been to club rejected the place because of bad crowd and bad music. We then moved on to a contrast option – Scream in Le Meridien. As soon as we got there the stupid flash hotel rules were applied and dad was told off for wearing chappals. That was sort of a non-starter for us. Everyone else went in. Me and my dad managed to borrow my friend’s shoes and we were ready to party.


As we got in, I saw Ajit kaka (uncle) comfortably sitting on a chair with drinks and chips in front of him, guarding the bags and moving in his own way. I thought we would need a couple of drinks to relax everyone but NO! I saw mum and my aunts had already found a corner and they were quite high on the experience. Everyone seemed like they were regulars at this place. Mum who always says “show me some dance steps na”, was definitely showing others how to move. A couple of drinks down each one was dancing in their own way…not bothered about who’s watching them or anything. Then came the tequila shots and after that no one stopped dancing.





In the meantime, I was swapping messages with dada (brother in London) and his reaction to the whole thing was “Yedyagat! Sagli vandal mandali thik ahet na!!!!”