so, the dance bars have closed down in mumbai. but here in bahrain, the tradition continues. only that the women aren't as beautiful, and the music worse - Imagine a mallu couple singing hindi and bhangra numbers with a mallu accent. the crowd - same 'ol middle-aged or the more ancient; weatherbeaten faces enraptured with the jhatkas and the matkas (that's what their bums were like).
the crucial difference. no showering the girls with 10 rupee notes. just 20 dinar tiaras to crown their heads per song. or for the poorer cousin, fake pearl string for 5.
the rest as usual. exorbitantly priced drinks, bad lighting and the usual slimy handshake from the manager. an unusually ugly woman (presumably) the owner's daughter hovered around, dispensing drinks, and even summoning bouncers, when a sot got out of hand. there couldn't be a perfect contrast - the nautch girls in shiny lehengas and this mistress of decadence. you could almost feel sorry for her.
but i hope it gets better. you see, the girls are on a temp visa for a month or two. then new faces, new moves, new boobs.
Wednesday
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