Yesterday:
Was burnt out from work and I had no plans of mongering.
But an exhausted soul getting nudged by TLโs invite. Who could refuse.
Met TL with his friend at WH.
There r few beautiful ladies there.
There is a girl I liked in past few visits. Beautiful compared to what stock was around. Gave her few notes and smiles. She does not dance. She does not go out for entry. What the fuck she does at such an obvious place and in such a profession. But I believe in her words just like I believe in bar-love. No dance and no entry. So every time I gave her a note I use to pretend to say something in her ears and take a kiss on her cheek. My God the anger on her face. But she still use to come for the next note. By keeping one hand on her cheek. Kiddish fun we had at a place where kissing on cheek would be considered a crime.
At the same time the real fun was going on TLโs end. These guys sitting on the Royal sofaโs were hitting the playlist and the songs were brought to life by the chosen girls of TL. Was an amazing feel.
TL should fucking be the DJ. I am sure he would earn more than the best of girls dancing. I have seen patrons throwing bundles in OB even on the pretend-singers (male).
The party was shifted to One of the dengeons of shiravne street due the the stupid DJ (of WH) delaying the songs.
This is one raunchy place which doesnโt disappoint and TLโs soul comes alive. With his muses flocking around we had a gala time. 3 raunchy girls turn by turn giving us one hell of a sexy show dancing on Bihari, Hindi, Koli and yesteryearโs Bollywood songs. .
His friend in the mean while spotted a pretty girl who looked to be in her teens. They both together sitting, smiling, and chatting god knows what amidst (the-adult-single-x-cheap movie-song-actions-going-around-the-bar) looked like the teenagers from 11 standard who have bunked college and sitting at the sea shores of Mumbai. Koi toh samjhaye in naadaan parindon ko, ke yaha sab gandi gandi cheeze karne aate hai. What would happen when an innocent couple would enter a cheap-theatre when the most important scene of xx Indian movie is going on. My soul was laughing louder than how Gabbar laughed in Sholey. I tried my best to strip down the innocence ka parda but failed to do so seeing the sadhe-pana in their stance.
I had to force the party to move to the next place. We decided to check belapur OBs. But sadly, I realised my mistake very late of taking the Ranveer Singh away from Deepika.
The Belapur OBs just didnot have the vibe and we kept moving out of the doors of (SC, SQ, SN) one after the other within 5 mins.
We decided to give shampagne (itโs not typo mistake. Thatโs how they spell shampagne).
This place was on fire. The place was full of ladies and patrons showering money.
Saw 2 stage dancers throwing money on other stage dancers while dancing on raunchy Pakistani songs. Donโt know if it was a set up, but the girl looked like she was throwing money in revenge and laughing while looking at her patron. It was a seen I witnessed for the first time.
TL spotted a pretty lady among the stage dancers. Straight nose, big eyes, nice figure and beautiful assets struggling in a tight blouse.
TL played tony Kakkar-kaata laga song. The girl did justice. What naughty expressions she gave while dancing. Applause. I still cannot get that out of my mind.
For some reason I was unable to come out of my sorry ass feeling.
We decided to end the night.
It is one hell of a feeling to see this TL guy in his groove. He enjoys every moment of his presence. Bro, u really have the Tyrion Lannisterโs soul in you.
Cheers, Till we meet next time.
To all the souls who thought the FR is about hot girls. I know I ended up writing more about TL than the girls. And yes, I am still completely only interested in girls. Itโs just that witnessing TL in his groove is like watching an inning of a good sportsman.
Consider this a standing ovation from my side to the monger in him.
Otherwise, to what TL is as a person, here is a line I say from one of the classic love story English novel made into a very very long movie (I am sure most of us would go to sleep watching it with boredom).
โFrankly my dear, I donโt give a damnโ.