Last Friday I finally went to a night club in London. Thanks to Avi. He arranged for one of his friends to take me out. Big thanks to you re.

The idea of dressing up was more appealing to me than being at a night club, as it’s been ages since I dressed up for an evening. I got ready before time (for once) and was about to step out when this guy called and asked me to start 15 mins later. So I waited and left from home at around 8:30 PM.

It was odd to walk out alone in the night (it’s getting dark early these days), especially being decked up. Anyway, so I reached Leicester Square at 9:15 PM. Harsha was waiting for me at VUE cinemas. He was so anxious to take me to a good place that he even did some online research to find out the most happening and decent club. Sweet chap!

According to Harsha’s research, SOUND was one of the places to be at on a Friday night. We paid the entry fee and took the stairs. The club is on two floors, 3rd and 4th. 3rd has a dance floor with DJ console and a bar, while 4th has a cloak counter, a bar, it was more like a lounge. We had to drop our coats at the cloak section so decided to sit in the lounge on the 4th floor, from where we could see the dance floor below. It was about 9:30 PM. There was hardly anyone around.

We ordered our drinks and started some conversation. The music was nice – it was an R&B night. As time passed, the crowd started picking up. The dance floor started filling in. At some point I would have wanted to go to dance floor if I hadn’t observed the peculiar behavior of some desi guys.

They target some white girls (mostly – otherwise they are okay with whatever came their way) and go dance close to them. If the girl is drunk enough, the guys will have an elephant’s luck. There was this pretty white girl dancing wildly. I spot two desis around her like bees, one a sardar and the other seemed like a gujju. Gujju is better looking of the two and younger too. Has his hair spiked and dressed up like an R&B artist. Sardar on the other hand, was short, stout, no sense of fashion whatsoever. Obviously the girl was brushed around by both, but she notices only the gujju, wouldn’t blame her, the sardar was half her size, too difficult for her drunken self to spot him.

The gujju guy grabs the chance – in hindi you’d say chance pe dance, but it wasn’t just dance, he did much more than that, literally made out there!! For obvious reasons I can’t include the details here. I was too disgusted to watch it anyway. Then some sane friends of her pulled her away from that guy and started dancing somewhere else, the gujju was playing it safe but the sardar wasn’t. He wasn’t lucky enough to kiss or do anything to the girl, so kept moving with the girl to get one golden opportunity.

Then few more Indian guys joined the floor and all had the same behaviour. I felt like burying them in the ground or myself and not watch it. By then it was time to push, I had no enthu to stay back. I just couldn’t identify with those guys. I have so many friends living abroad but I really hope none behaves like this, or may be I wouldn’t be able to relate to them as well. I didn’t even know what you’d call this behaviour until an knowledgeable friend from US told me is called GRINDING.

This grinding done by guys is so different from the spices grinding that we Indians are known for! Does that make sense?? Whatever!