Bar life – 2

Bombay bars are where tired minds and bodies find rejuvenation. And jokes that would not go down well even in irreverent media columns get their peanut-truth sized worth of appreciation. This conversation happened about two weeks ago with a bar friend – we had met over drinks and he had spilled out his love life. In the spirit of true friendship, many times he had offered to bring his local men to my aid when I happened to mention that someone had been troubling me. I knew his company of friends was into raada making as part of business, and so I put him on hold. There is nothing I can’t handle by myself. His first affair had been a failure, and now he was recently and proudly married. So what was he doing there at an odd hour? Wouldn’t his wife mind? “Not really.” What if she argues? “Let her.” And if she kuestions how much you love her? “I never tell her how much I love...
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Who are these girls?

What strikes first is their upfront, bold and aggressive demeanour. They ask for money in the name of children of some never-heard-of village in Rajasthan, and carry a letter for the same. The letter provides no other details. They seem to belong to no trust or charity organisation. My first encounter with them was some years ago — a group of 6-8 girls in their teens aggressively approached pedestrians for money at Panvel. This time, four girls, three in school uniforms,  were spotted near Shoppers Stop, Juhu. They stopped cars and motorists and pursued any and every person who happened to walk around. ...
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