Hitting a Night Club – And getting thrown Out!

Well, now that I finally had received my salary, it was party time. So, I head over home and make plans with my roomies – John, Sanju, and Thomas Kuriachan aka Thommi – To hit a night club the upcoming weekend.

Now, before I proceed any further, let me introduce my room mates one by one.

Subeel (aka Jabar): An die hard playboy, Jabar claims, he doesn’t have to try to hard to flirt with girls. As per him – “I'm a natural at this!”

Trust me, his exploits while we were at Chennai make for an interesting book of its own.

Navaneet (aka GayM): The brainy and very spiritual types. He is a man of few words. But when he does open his mouth and crack that rare joke or two – he brings the whole house down.

Bino Babu (aka Binna): A pukka malayali in aspects of life. He sports a thick moustache which he claims to be his sexual appeal/USP.

John John Kocherry (aka Thaddiyann aka Achayyan aka Jo Jo Ko): This guy is one helloffa character. Comes from a freaking rich family, but his humble and down-to-earth demeanor would put even the austere Warren Buffet to shame. Well built, handsome, a born entertainer. But … He has a little problem – When it comes to girls – he’s a complete dud!!!
Take my word for it – when someone of the fairer sex comes close to John – he acts like a complete dodo!

(It took me a looooooooooooot of hard work and training to get him to master the art of flirting. Now, he is happily studying in the USA)

Thomas Kuriachan (aka Thommi) : The typical computer nerd. 101% genius - 1.01 % Fitness Freak. Thats Thommi!

Sanju (aka Kurzhi Maddiyann): – If you’re wondering what his nick name means – Its slang for “Lazy Bum” in Malayalam. The laziest guy I’ve ever met.

Unfortunately – were never too lucky with people of the other sex (read as none of us had/have/and probably will never have Girl Friends!).

But, in our defense, it’s not because we didn’t try hard enough. It was because – the right set of girls never came our way.

I mean – we weren’t asking for too much!

After all – all we were demanding is that - the girls don’t expect a serious relation from us. Neither were we interested in shelling money on them (outings and phone calls cost a lot of cash – and at the best we wanted to do them on a Dutch basis). We didn’t want to listen to their nonsense yapping all the time!

But, we were willing to take them out to pubs and night clubs, if they paid their bills i.e.

:P

Now you know why we blokes were so unsuccessful with the damsels. With a requirement set like the one above – no wonder we never landed ourselves any dates (forget dates, we never chatted with any girl for more than 5 mins. And in those 5 mins, it was the typical – “Hi … howz life … howz work … How was your appraisal/hike … Going onsite anytime soon? Ok then … Bye Bye!”)

So, back to where I left the story – The night club plans!

That following Friday, I – and the guys – rushed home by 7 pm, just so that we can hit the night club early. We definitely did not want to miss out on any of the action (read as didn’t want to miss any of the hot chicks that hit these happening spots!)

All dressed and perfumed and gelled, we decide to head over to a place called Dublin – which was supposedly the most happening night club in Chennai. A testosterone overloaded 10 mins drive, and voila – we were at the basement parking lot of Park Sheraton (that’s where the aforesaid club is).

We 4 – me, John, Sanju, and Thommi (the rest of my roomies don’t booze) - head over to the reception and ask for directions to Dublin, and once we get the same, we head over to the direction she pointed. The lobby was majestic. It was awesome even!

But heck – I wasn’t here for the view of the hotel. I was here for the chicks… And you should have seen the party going crowd - “The babes were off the hook!!!”

At the entrance of Dublin was this huuuuuuuuuuge guy. One look at his biceps, and me – actually all of us – knew that we didn’t want to mess with this guy. He could practically tear me apart without even trying.

But hey – I wasn’t here for anything nasty – so why worry! I stepped up to him, and whispered (you can’t blame me for that – I was still piss scared of that fellow) “Entry for 4?”

To which he gives us a wicked stare and says – “Sir, this is a night club, and entry is only for couples!”

Pooooooooooof …. My dreams of dancing with hot chicks just vanished into thin air. And given the size of the guy – aka bouncer – standing in front of me, I didn’t have the guts to say “Please … Can you let us in!”, leave alone picking up a fight.

With a heavy heart, the four of us head over to our regular watering hole – a place called Star Rock.

“The drinks here are too expensive … Besides Star Rock plays awesome music …” – These were the reasons I was trying to tell myself, in a vain attempt to convince myself that it was not so bad after all … All was not lost !

Same old Fox and the Grapes Story eh …