One night at Mc Crazy

Queer
encounter
part deux:

Crazy ass
woman
zeroed in
on you…
swooping in
for the kill,
grabbin’
your arms
against
your will…

Watching
you reluctantly
humour her
‘smashed’ stupor,
was more
hilarious
than any
of Crazy Frog’s
accent bloopers.

Till,
you seized
my hand
and pleaded
with your
eyes;
“Get her
away”
appealed
your silent
cries…

Chivalrous me
butted in,
only to
find myself
in her
arms too.
She asked
me;
“Did I
upset you?”
And I
answered,
“Yes!”
But, this
woman
guiless
proclaimed
that you
were with
a certain
Anoushka
she knew –
a figment
of her
imagination
or one
too many
cosmopolitan
brews.

But, I declared
you were
with me..
Then
apologetic she
said:
“Don’t get
me wrong,
I’m not
gay.”
I stuck
my ground
and retorted
“But I
am, so if
you may
leave
my girl
and dance
with someone
else, aye?”

And that’s
when I
realised,
that
not just
did I
do you
a favour,
crazy frog
owed me
big time
too –
Who knew
he’d pounce
and do
his tentacle
bounce
to jig
with
deranged
aunty
on a
strictly
just-dance,
don’t-touch
basis…

And so
it went –
the night
rent
with
dirty
dancing,
frivolous
prancing
and the
usual share
of nutcases.

**
One night
of dancin’
at a
choc-a-bloc
pub
and
a ‘raver’
you
christened
me.
At least
I didn’t
need a
drag
of E!

**

A night
of revelations
comes
at a cost:
Rs 1,115
to be exact.

**
As the city
trudged its
way
to a
new day,
shaking
sleep of
its form,
the vanilla
sky dabbed
on some
rouge and
the waves
waltzed
along.
Street
lights
got their
well-deserved
slumber
and
morning
walks,
they did
outnumber
the crows
who cawed
and pecked
at all-nighters;
prodding
them
to head
home,
rather
than
bask
on the
edge
of a
postcard
skyline
bed.

**

The
sun
may not
rise on
Marine
Drive
but
the day
greets
you
in
its white-
blue,
pinkish
hue –
a sight
you’ll
savour –
a memory
stowed
away of
a far out
view.

**

After-thought

Caramel-coated Exotic Spice
at Grand Maratha Sheraton,
Crunchy Blueberry Cheese Cake
at Marine Plaza,
French Apple Tart at Hilton,
Gooey Chocolate at Churchill,
Amul Rasberry Sundae at
down-the-road Royal
and Aam ras
in mom’s kitchen….
Im a camel,
who lost
an appetite
for hunger,
but couldn’t
give up the
dessert :)

**