Where The FUCK Do wee the people PARTY?

Today is a DRY DAY in Nude Elly.


Poor people who do not possess the means to stock up - as they earn DAILY WAGES - get FUCKED.


Tourists get FUCKED.


The BLACK MARKET works - and the CONSUMER gets FUCKED.


But I Bet my bottom dollar that 5-star hotels and establishment clubs like the Gymkhana and the Dhuala Kuan club will serve alcohol.


Let us look at the kind of Dilliwallahs who freqent such places to drink their daily dose of dawa-daru.


5-star hotels:  The Very Rich.


Gymkhana    : Elite Bureaucrats


Dhaula Kuan : Officers of the Armed Forces.


The hotels are, of course, very WELL LOCATED, served by wide roads with footpaths, as are the two clubs, the Gymkhana being in British New Delhi, just opposite where Indira Gandhi lived and died. chacha manmohan's house abuts the other side of the Gymkhana Club. Interestingly, the whole of British New Delhi is occupied by the political, bureaucratic, armed forces, police, and judicial elite. They all have the Gymkhana.


And the soldiers and sailors and fliers of the Dhaula Kuan Club live in a Cantonment Area of their own, quite comfortably.


Let us now turn to the Vasant Kunj D-2 Market area, where there is a State-owned little liquor shops that overflows with customers every evening. All these people will get FUCKED today; but then, they get FUCKED every single day, anyway. Do you know how these people usually drink their "quarters" and "addhis"?


Let me tell you:


You buy plastic glasses and some bottled water from the adjacent shop, find a dark corner somewhere - and knock it back real fast before the COPS catch you.


Or you drink in a car, if you have one - and hope that the COPS don't catch you.


Or, when its dark, you find some dhaba or tea-shop where they can't see you.


Now, wouldn't the streets be SAFER if people could drink slowly, sitting comfortably, nibbling something alongside that is healthy and nutritious, enjoying some music and dance and all that: PARTYING.

wee the people CANNOT PARTY!

Now, let me tell you what young Gujjar Boys call a "party": Because such places do not exist in the PUBLIC SPACE, they come to ISLAM COLONY on motorcycles, carrying chicken and stuff like that, reasonably good IMFL hooch etc and PARTY.


But for those who actually dwell in the slums, no time is party time, because LIFE SUCKS. Bad booze, bad ganja, smack... and that's it.


I told the Gujjar Boys:

We don't need Political Parties

WE NEED BOOZE PARTIES!

GANJA-CHARAS PARTIES!

DANCE PARTIES!

Let's Party Till The Break Of Dawn!