Archive for September 23rd, 2007|Daily archive page

All nighters dilli-istyle!

I finished reading ‘the hitch-hiker’s guide to the galaxy’..i know, i know..too late but wow!what a book…what-a-book!!

So I’d started browsing through some Portuguese school kid’s copy of ‘the catcher in the rye’ which I’d picked up from a street-side second-hand books’ vendor, when it started…funny how it always starts off with a very coy, distant, pulsating thump…and becomes what can be safely called noise pollution.. All-nighters in Delhi have had very little to do with cheap beer, substance abuse and psychedelic trance. It’d usually been a pseudo-religious affair consisting of fat auntijis sitting in groups with dhols (drums) of varying sizes, fat unclejis sitting in bigger groups doing god-knows-what and kids doing what they usually do- run around making a racket…and the rest of us sinners pay the price for not joining in by having to stay up all night listening to Mrs. and Mr. Surinderji proudly encouraging their 6 yr old Gurinder to belt out the latest bollywood remixes of the originally staid bhajans..

and this was roughly 8 years back..

Now, ‘modernization’ and ‘cultural refinement’ prohibit such vulgar display of, well, religious fervour..now, you can only host ‘hap’ all nighters, by hiring ‘hap’ DJs and ‘hap’ decoraters, in only ‘hap’ venues ji!..so what if the ‘tant’ has to be pitched bang in the middle of a children’s park in a residential block?..Oh ji, thoda adjustment please!..

And so it began..Mika, Himesh Reshamiya and Jaggi D started to claim ground..in my head..along with Mr. Holden and his suicidal impulses, from the book i was still trying to read..i tell you, globalisation has never made more sense..its strange though, gangsta bhangra’s not that bad, dude! It’s like an aural version of the alu-tikki mcburger or the chicken tikka pizza..you would hate the idea but love the taste..i was soon livin’ it up on my living room carpet..with my head nodding uncontrollably to the rustic-UK beats and constipated vocal cords, trying to lip-sync to a language I’ve only laughed at…balle-balle in my head!