In more senses than one, this is the first 'official' blog......
So here we go...
On the evening of 19th March 2005, was the first time i visited a lounge bar. Called, the Purple Haze, it was supposed be the swankiest, coolest and the most happening place to be on a saturday evening in Bandra. I was taken there by my cousin with his three colleagues. After a quick swag of a cold coffee with ice cream at the Cafe coffee day on the Carter Road, we moved to the purple haze. While I should have been warned with the things to come, from what I saw at cafe coffee day, the excitement of hitting the dance floor, with skimpily clad babes dancing around me, detracted me away from the sights of a group teenagers happily smoking away their "worries" with hash.... The girls were all busty, voluptous, and bitchy. The guys were all fat(the kindest i could think of) and snobbish... but thats another story.
The entry into Purple Haze made us poorer by Rs 600 each. Actually, since there was a girl in the group, one guy managed to save a hundred, as entry to couple was lesser. Once inside, I was dumbstruck. Blinded would have been a better word. There was not a single decent lighting anywhere. The whole place was so gloomy. It was surprising to think, that people could actually come here and forget their worries. It was 9:30 in the evening, and the whole place was literally empty. Sans the purple clad waiters around, and a couple(the woman was indeed skimpily dressed with a tatoo on her shoulder to show off), the place looked more like an abandoned dungeon where nobody of a decent upbringing would even think of going.
We were offered a small single stool(which the waiter claimed was a table for six!!) and shown the menu. Frankly, I know I am poor with eating outside, and I do not understand most of the menu cards I look at, but this was a way too much. The puzzled look was on everyone's face...(though the rest wouldnt accept it). After the pages and pages of alcoholic drinks, we could just about manage to see only the starters. Where was the main course? "Sorry sir, where you are sitting, we offer only drinks with starters.... For the food, you will have to go the floor above".... shocked us out. The guys in the group were very clear. We can go without food, but we r here to watch the babes.... n we r not goin anywhere without that. So, we decided to blow up the 2800 on starters and drinks to watch the babes. We were told, that the place would only start getting full by around 11:30.... that was a cool 2 hours away. and with a plate of French fries costing around 150 bucks, we were not sure how long will the 2800 last.
Stretching the single glass of rum, vodka or mocktail(whoever ordered the drinks) became the single point agenda. The music(god knows for whom were they playing it for) became louder and louder as the time passed. By around 10:30, it transcended into noise, and water in my glass was rippling in effect to the bass from the speakers. I was just about to tell everyone this, when I realized, that the rest of the gang, had just then started actually enjoying it!!! Cursing my south indian upbringing, I decided to keep quiet.
Slowly, the guy on the rum, started cracking typical adult jokes. I too pitched in( though I am not too sure, if people around actually even bothered to hear it!).
Everyone was bored. The service was pathetic. The music was shit. And everyone was waiting for that magical moment of 11:30....(as if, by then suddenly the flood gates would open,and all the heavens blessings would be showered on us....! and nude women will spring up from nowhere!)
Just as luck would have it, we blew out the money by 11:20 and the next minute, we were asked to leave to make space for the more "REGULAR" customers! Mouthing the choiciest swears and gaalis, we left the place "PURPLY HAZED"! lookin back, we realized tht indeed the place was getting full with the babes...!
GOD BLESS THE PLACE!
So here we go...
On the evening of 19th March 2005, was the first time i visited a lounge bar. Called, the Purple Haze, it was supposed be the swankiest, coolest and the most happening place to be on a saturday evening in Bandra. I was taken there by my cousin with his three colleagues. After a quick swag of a cold coffee with ice cream at the Cafe coffee day on the Carter Road, we moved to the purple haze. While I should have been warned with the things to come, from what I saw at cafe coffee day, the excitement of hitting the dance floor, with skimpily clad babes dancing around me, detracted me away from the sights of a group teenagers happily smoking away their "worries" with hash.... The girls were all busty, voluptous, and bitchy. The guys were all fat(the kindest i could think of) and snobbish... but thats another story.
The entry into Purple Haze made us poorer by Rs 600 each. Actually, since there was a girl in the group, one guy managed to save a hundred, as entry to couple was lesser. Once inside, I was dumbstruck. Blinded would have been a better word. There was not a single decent lighting anywhere. The whole place was so gloomy. It was surprising to think, that people could actually come here and forget their worries. It was 9:30 in the evening, and the whole place was literally empty. Sans the purple clad waiters around, and a couple(the woman was indeed skimpily dressed with a tatoo on her shoulder to show off), the place looked more like an abandoned dungeon where nobody of a decent upbringing would even think of going.
We were offered a small single stool(which the waiter claimed was a table for six!!) and shown the menu. Frankly, I know I am poor with eating outside, and I do not understand most of the menu cards I look at, but this was a way too much. The puzzled look was on everyone's face...(though the rest wouldnt accept it). After the pages and pages of alcoholic drinks, we could just about manage to see only the starters. Where was the main course? "Sorry sir, where you are sitting, we offer only drinks with starters.... For the food, you will have to go the floor above".... shocked us out. The guys in the group were very clear. We can go without food, but we r here to watch the babes.... n we r not goin anywhere without that. So, we decided to blow up the 2800 on starters and drinks to watch the babes. We were told, that the place would only start getting full by around 11:30.... that was a cool 2 hours away. and with a plate of French fries costing around 150 bucks, we were not sure how long will the 2800 last.
Stretching the single glass of rum, vodka or mocktail(whoever ordered the drinks) became the single point agenda. The music(god knows for whom were they playing it for) became louder and louder as the time passed. By around 10:30, it transcended into noise, and water in my glass was rippling in effect to the bass from the speakers. I was just about to tell everyone this, when I realized, that the rest of the gang, had just then started actually enjoying it!!! Cursing my south indian upbringing, I decided to keep quiet.
Slowly, the guy on the rum, started cracking typical adult jokes. I too pitched in( though I am not too sure, if people around actually even bothered to hear it!).
Everyone was bored. The service was pathetic. The music was shit. And everyone was waiting for that magical moment of 11:30....(as if, by then suddenly the flood gates would open,and all the heavens blessings would be showered on us....! and nude women will spring up from nowhere!)
Just as luck would have it, we blew out the money by 11:20 and the next minute, we were asked to leave to make space for the more "REGULAR" customers! Mouthing the choiciest swears and gaalis, we left the place "PURPLY HAZED"! lookin back, we realized tht indeed the place was getting full with the babes...!
GOD BLESS THE PLACE!
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