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Life if full of a million things that we remember and cherish, enough to not even fill "One Gargantuan Monkey Fist". This is a collection of those special,unique and funny events my life, thoughts on technology, F1 and the ying-yang of relationships.

Friday, June 03, 2005

Dude... Why are these men holding hands ? Ooh my god. Are we where I think we are ?


It was a chilly Sunday night in December 2001, a few weeks after I had arrived in the US. I was staying temporarily with a few Indian kids (duh!). Me and one of my friends decided that it was time for us to go check out the clubs in town. We were out talking to one of our neighbours and he suggested this place called Brothers.

Given the fact that we had never been to a club here and that we acctually knew the directions to this place, we decided to hit it up. We got there around 11:30-12 (clubs here close at 2), there was a long line and we were waiting and chatting up with people. There were two cute girls behind us and they were talking about a gay club. My smart friend turned around and said ..."atleast I am not going to one".

The girls burst out laughing, when we asked them what was going on, they said this club was a gay club, but on Sunday nights, it was 80's night and there were more straight people, in the meanwhile, we had gotten to the door. A quick meeting and we decided that we would check the place out, we did not know any other club and it would be too late anyways and yeah we had gotten in for free.

After about 10 minutes, I needed to use the restroom, I walked in, ran out and paused. I had just seen two grown men kiss each other. Not that I have anything against gay people, but this was just not natural, atleast given my background, given my culture and given the fact that this was the first time I was acctually amidst a culture where it was ok. The more I looked around, the place seemed to get brighter, the more I was seeing. Men, women and everything that moved seem latched on to something or the other. Men holding hands with other men and women doing a little more than that.

As soon as I found my friend, I left the place.

In a few days, the incident became funny and it still it. It was an adventure, maybe I would have reacted better, had I, in advance known more specific details. But hey atleast I did not get hit on ;-)