Biz,ritz,glitz.

I rushed from my french tuition to come home and get ready for the party of the century.
for the first time ever,in my life,i got ready in a record-breaking,5 minutes(complete with make-up).No,i didnt look like a fool,with make-up smudged on my face.

20-minutes drive to the "place" on the beautiful,long,sweeping,fly-over's of gurgaon-dwarka.I closed my eyes in the car,taking a mini-vacation to my dreamland.After 20 whole minutes,i opened my eyes to see the most gorgeous fete(almost.excpet it was a corporate party).
with red black and white,the meadows looked lavish with an angel right at the entrance,greeting you with a wand,crown,sword.to the right,a photo shoot was going on.for the guests.yes,the family could go and get their photos clicked with their kids and ooooh at how nicely they've dressed.as i turned,i caught sight of a few stilt-walkers.whoa.tall.so so so tall.Pah.the meadows were adorned like a cake with small round tables topped with the silkiest of sheets with a bottle of vodka, and 3 floating candles.there was this massive red-black stage and huge dance floor for all the booty shakers that evening.a huge popcorn cup stood in the middle of everything.
to complete the icing,we had the people.The elements.Whoa.i've NEVER seen such a crowd.NEVER.i could see people of all ages and all generations.
one side were the goody goody ladies looking conservative in the closed saris.one side there were these stick-girls.the top did not go down.the already-short-skirts did not go up.one side there was "the freak out" crowd.girls smoked away to glory and guys drank to their satisfaction.
the candles of the cake were the small kids.they ran about,enjoying themselves in the play-pen and hogging hot and fresh butter-pop corn to complete with all the 100 starters which was served second-to-second by the hosts.
the party started with full swing.dancing till your butts dropped,eating to your heart content,relishing the kulfi.and thank god,they played the australia-india match in big screens.thank god for me.
you meet a person and they will first give you the,what i call,the "gurgaon-onceover".they will look at you,from top to bottom,right from the toenails,to the color of your hair.based on that,they will socialise.if they give a half-hearted smile it means:umm.where are you from?.if they smile happily and give you a cherrfull "hello",then, bingo!
i socialised,ate 3 fish fingers breaking the rule which i made the previous day,deciding i should not eat non-veg for 1 month,danced,danced and danced.

as the party went on,i realised,how times have changed.how places are changing.how culture is changing.
how people are changing.
ive gone at parties in chennai also,but never have i seen SUCH a one.people just didnt care.they've come here to "party".to drink.to socialise.to FREAK OUT.
when i left,part of me wanted to go back in and dance.
but part of me wanted to go home.
to get some quiteness.some piece.where i can be myself.where i know people won't be there,all around me,staring at me.

after all,home is home.
party cannot become home.

Thank God.