Chandni Bar

Mujra in London, gooda.

that`s just the traditional mujra from home gone haywire in an alien environment!

Those guys leering at these women just have too much money in their pockets. Its like basically watching a music channel...throwing money at the screen....

Good article...

Peace

My friend London has lot more to offer than this. I lived there and and have seen it all. You are making a mountain out of mole hill. This pretty much tame as compared to what realy happens. If you wanted to narrate your escaped then its fine but if you want to make any point than it was useless to put all that in writing. Anyway nice piece...

Re: # 27

Oh, Please, let it go.Live.A few of the indian dance girls( as opposed to the illegal bangladeshi dance girls who are in lock up) actually got to meet Sonia Gandhi in New Delhi, where they have filed a petition in the Supreme Court, and the news reported that she said she`ll `look` into the whole situation.I think the younger MrsG will be thinking of all the Mumbai men who voted and will vote in coming elections.She can talk to the local politicians and work out a solution, i`m sure.I love India, where there is no shortage of drama at any given moment.Sardarji Dance Club Assoc. presidents screaming for justice, Lallu calling Modi a `rat` over yesterday`s stone throwing at his car in Samalya, the season for transvestite rituals at hindu temples(married men dressed up as women and married to the temple deities), gay rights parades in Kolkata, Lakme India Fashion Week in New Delhi with the usual gory subjects and the cats on the catwalk!!.Yummy.

#24:

Harish,

I do not think it is a matter of securing attention only and desiring more and more. It`s a matter of one`s taste and outlook towards life. By the way, men are not the only ones to take it to that extreme. In today`s day and age, there are women who are into similar kind of distorted and dysfunctional outlook towards life. In general, it`s an individual`s choice and has nothing to do with gender.

The dance clubs in mumbai were more revealing than this and more fun.Up till last week, when a local politician decided to put a brake on our happiness.Thank God for the Supreme Court of India.The dancing girls have made an appeal and they have rights too, it seems, to have their petition heard.Yippee.We men of mumbai are praying.

dL #19:

on bars and bar girls and desis

#23 by ZahraJ

[It seems that the men highlighted in this write-up were deprived of basic attention by their women.]

But then, there are men who get all the attention in the world and yet don`t hesitate to go look for more. Men will after all be men :-)

This exotic journey has a lot to offer to its readership. It all depends what the reader wants to get out of it and how he or she reads it.

Probably, the men who frequent such places have really something missing in their lives. It seems that the men highlighted in this write-up were deprived of basic attention by their women. This should alert their women. The women should put their act together and hire some detectives to oversee their men :) Probably, the men were simply sad and depressed and wanted to kill that depression by visiting Chandni Bar. What a symbolic name!

On the other hand, it is a matter of taste or personal preference. Some like to kill their time at such bars or clubs whereas others may take a different route. In the context of this article, there is more to it than personal preference.

The writer`s curiosity is quite evident.

It`s best to avoid all of this desi mosh-pit-ness altogether. Head for Fabric on Fridays and Saturdays. IT`ll be worth your 20 quiddles. :)

Oye, Kurrian di layn laye gaya si, te emotional ho ke wapis aa gaya.

Wah bhaye Wah, part time philospher....

slv2l

``Who decided spitting paan or refusing to queue is not quite civilized ?`` And what is it that makes places like chandni bar, southall seem odd in england ... maybe if we were chinese, we`d find china town which no western city seems to be without equally odd ...

``and why does it seem odd and slightly sad when 40 (or any other) something desis sit around throwing fivers at delectable young things``

Good Goddess, that`s a desi Hallmark right there-copyright it before some Bollywood writer lifts that schlock, stock and carol...but thats the whole point, isnt it? I`ve never been to chandhni bar, but I could have written this piece....on the other hand, I`ve never been to chandhni bar, but I could have written a piece from the perspective of one of the young women...we choose to write to transcend our imaginations or to reassure them...

``We are now no better than the goras`` blah de blah. We never have been. We just chose to cloak what we do under big fat chadars and cloaks of hypocrisy. Men more than women seem to share a certain instinct that defies skin colour, religion, culture ... and no threat no matter how dire seems to serve as enough of a deterrent.

I`m not sure Chandni Bar was actually trying to make that point. It seemed like a bit of a dig at the odd picture these ``boys will be boys`` shenanigans present within the desi milieu. The Brit Desi is an odd creature. Similar to the North American version at a very basic level in the sense that they are all immigrants. But beyond that they seem to have evolved into complex disparate societies. The pull of home on first generation Pakistani`s (can`t comment on South Asians as a whole) seems a lot stronger in Britain - maintained no doubt by the insular set ups around mosques - schools - communities that they have established. In the immortal words of a Pakistani Embassy employee ``hum ney to apna chota sa pakistan banaya hua hay ... yehean tak key paan bhi nahien ch`hora``. And the final insult was the chappie who came back to his desk ... to a beeping fax machine. It had just churned out a whole application including passport copies. The chap picked up everything ... waved it in the air ... called out ``fax fax aya ... kissseee ka hai`` . This to a room populated by just two waiting individuals ..... then chucked the whole pile into the bin .... and calmly went back to a remarkably strong smelling lunch.

I have no issues with the lunch ... or the paan ... but in the ``rarified`` environs of grosvenor square it jarred ... just a little.

What it does is make you wonder about the definition of civilization. What is it that makes the madness that defines our cities not so civilized ? Who decided spitting paan or refusing to queue is not quite civilized ? And what is it that makes places like chandni bar, southall seem odd in england ... maybe if we were chinese, we`d find china town which no western city seems to be without equally odd ...

and why does it seem odd and slightly sad when 40 (or any other) something desis sit around throwing fivers at delectable young things ... maybe because we know how hypocritically conservative they are in the sacred environs of their own homes ...

dL

ana,
Got your point, on my part I will make sure that I never write any article over here.