Shraavan
Reviewer
Random Ramblings of a Resourceful Researcher
Reached early at one low end DB.
Barely any customers. Lots of girls.
Placed a bundle on the table.
The girls collected around me in anticipation.
Felt this was the right platform to explore and research the workings of female minds. Lots of specimens of the female species here. And I also had their undivided attention. Time to set up a few experiments
Got a girl to dance on 2 songs.
Paid her only 300 per song
Girl kept eyeing the rest of the bundle.
Kept hovering around.
I realised her intentions
Deliberately kept long breaks between 2 songs
Her desperation grew
So did my deviousness
I called another girl.
Got her to dance on a song.
Kept locking eyes with the first girl to study her expression.
She didn't reveal much on her face.
Alternated between the 2 girls for next 4 songs
Girl 1 ... Girl 2 ... Girl 1 ... Girl 2
Deliberately kept long breaks between 2 songs
Girl 1 was getting exasperated. I was noting these observations mentally. It was time to pivot.
I broke order
Girl 2 ... Girl 2 ... Girl 1 ... Girl 2
Girl 1 now felt visibly unsettled. Her make-up laden face now betrayed her impatience and disappointment. She felt betrayed. I enjoyed the power I was weilding over her. I felt in control of both the girls. They had no idea that they were nothing but a mere use-and-throw specimen in my research into the female mind.
Suddenly Girl 2 sprang up and told me ki uska regular customer aa gaya. And just like that she vanished.
I looked at Girl 1. This time she made no attempt to hide her displeasure. Her expression resembled my wife's expression when I side with my mother on any matter.
I smiled gently at her hinting that the game was over.
But she looked back with a stoic resolve, her face bereft of any expression. Then she just swirled around and walked away.
Aai chi Gaand, Bhenchod!!!
My specimen's had walked out of my experiment. My research subjects had revolted before I could draw a conclusion.
Exasperated, I glugged down the remainder of my Old Monk. That's when the truth hit me.
What if the bar girls were not the specimen or the subject in this experiment. What if WE were the specimens being experimented upon. What if the bar was the lab that lures voluntary specimens. The girls are in control. It is they who are experimenting, researching, observing, pivoting, controlling and concluding this experiment. Researching new ways to get you to spend more, tip more, squeeze the most out of you.
Or then again maybe they just served counterfeit Old Monk.
Reached early at one low end DB.
Barely any customers. Lots of girls.
Placed a bundle on the table.
The girls collected around me in anticipation.
Felt this was the right platform to explore and research the workings of female minds. Lots of specimens of the female species here. And I also had their undivided attention. Time to set up a few experiments
Got a girl to dance on 2 songs.
Paid her only 300 per song
Girl kept eyeing the rest of the bundle.
Kept hovering around.
I realised her intentions
Deliberately kept long breaks between 2 songs
Her desperation grew
So did my deviousness
I called another girl.
Got her to dance on a song.
Kept locking eyes with the first girl to study her expression.
She didn't reveal much on her face.
Alternated between the 2 girls for next 4 songs
Girl 1 ... Girl 2 ... Girl 1 ... Girl 2
Deliberately kept long breaks between 2 songs
Girl 1 was getting exasperated. I was noting these observations mentally. It was time to pivot.
I broke order
Girl 2 ... Girl 2 ... Girl 1 ... Girl 2
Girl 1 now felt visibly unsettled. Her make-up laden face now betrayed her impatience and disappointment. She felt betrayed. I enjoyed the power I was weilding over her. I felt in control of both the girls. They had no idea that they were nothing but a mere use-and-throw specimen in my research into the female mind.
Suddenly Girl 2 sprang up and told me ki uska regular customer aa gaya. And just like that she vanished.
I looked at Girl 1. This time she made no attempt to hide her displeasure. Her expression resembled my wife's expression when I side with my mother on any matter.
I smiled gently at her hinting that the game was over.
But she looked back with a stoic resolve, her face bereft of any expression. Then she just swirled around and walked away.
Aai chi Gaand, Bhenchod!!!
My specimen's had walked out of my experiment. My research subjects had revolted before I could draw a conclusion.
Exasperated, I glugged down the remainder of my Old Monk. That's when the truth hit me.
What if the bar girls were not the specimen or the subject in this experiment. What if WE were the specimens being experimented upon. What if the bar was the lab that lures voluntary specimens. The girls are in control. It is they who are experimenting, researching, observing, pivoting, controlling and concluding this experiment. Researching new ways to get you to spend more, tip more, squeeze the most out of you.
Or then again maybe they just served counterfeit Old Monk.