Jaha teri ye nazar hai .
11:00 PM: My best pal came and asked me if I can give her company as she was suppose to receive her old buddy who was coming from Jaipur. I jumped out of my bed and after 20 min drive we were at city mall’s Barista with our fav Cafe Lat`e`. It was 11:45 and Gurgaon (also known as call center village) was all rocking on high. We can see some bunch of couples and large group of boys hanging out there. Finally Nishant arrived at 1:00 am. As we entered MoJo I could feel the music getting into my nerves.
MOJO. smoke filled. small dance floor. call center throng. all happening (less is best) dress code under one roof and lot of drinks. We made our self-comfortable at one table near dance floor. cheers !! Nishant. As I took my beer mug in my hand I found girl sitting just back to me was full drunk and was too close to me and I really had to move my chair.
On the other hand DJ playing all mix numbers, dance moves got more and more outrageous as the night went on and I was amazed by the fact that any possible way there was to move the human body could be used on the dance floor. Anything from waving arms, playing with their girlfriends hairs, crouching down and hopping like a frog, flapping arms like a chicken, and even something as audacious as standing dead still.
Other than that, there were a lot of men dancing with each other. I didn’t doubt from the start that at least some of them were gay, but then maybe it’s a cultural thing and dancing hand in hand is okay. I know for a fact that playing with silk scarves and hugging other men wouldn’t leave doubts in the minds of anyone if they saw it in any other situation, but somehow at MoJo everything was so strange that I was almost willing to leave my preconceptions at the door almost. (Standing at a urinal and being asked ‘Do you like Punjabi music’ was never going to get anything more than a non-committal mumble out of me.)
After shaking my booty on dance floor on lovely old Hindi song “jaha teri ye nazar hai …” we were out of that smoky pub at 3:30 in morning.
Even now, I can’t really say whether the place really was partly an Indian call center official dance floor or perhaps that’s just the way things are in that place.
I’ll be surprised if I ever find somewhere else like that again, but on the other hand I’m fully expecting to end up back there at some point in the future. But perhaps it’s best to leave the experience as one of a kind.
