Dress well or you 'll die in hell ...

Each time my mom told me that you must dress explicitly well to make people take you seriously, I laughed. I always believed in “Karna judges you” and cared the least of what I was wearing and concentrated more on my work, but I guess it is just me who thinks this and thankfully a few other friends.

After two back to back incidences yesterday, I have come to a conclusion where people are going to judge you with your appearance and language.

Yesterday, it was me and two of my friends who wanted to meet for a drink after work. All three of us discussed on how shabily dressed we were in simple cotton made kurtis and rugged jeans – but hey what does that have to do with us having a drink!

Finally we decided to meet at a bar lounge in a posh commercial complex in Parel. Even though we succesfully went through this big maze like complex to enter the building, got our bags checked and ourselves checked for almost a dozen times and literally one of my friend hit himself bad passing through some sharp plastic thingy that closes itself down without any warnings, we did all of it to go to this lounge!!

Now, we were meeting after a long time and were speaking more in marathi (Kolhapuri marathi to be precise). So I am not sure if it was the language or the clothes, but as soon as we went in the bar and were choosing a good bean bag seat wala table, the manager just walked in to us with another waiter I suppose. They asked us for our id's and questionned us as like we were some school going kids crashing parties. At this time, we do know that there are restaurants and bars who have to follow a procedure to check for ID cards before serving drinks, but there is a polite or rather I should say an equal way of doing things. And I know this for a fact that they do not check for ID cards of everyone because it was just a week back that I had been there with some other office mates and no ID were checked– difference in the two groups, in the office one we were all blooy dressed up in shorts, one pieces and stuff and we were speaking in the so called ELITE language of english.

I was frustrated with the treatment, come on, everyone would be!! But somehow we let go and walked to some other resto in some other bloody tower like this one. We noticed the already present crowd there were filled with women wearing not longer than knee length dresses (to make it short, they were all dressed up and in high heels) and all of them speaking in English (though some of them just spoke dumb, but hey who cares that is english and we likey english). Looking at them we decided not to go inside and instead had coffee in a coffee house on the same floor. We had fu there cos there was no judging happening there. But the bliss did not stay for long!

Before proceeding ahead, through this small little blog piece of mine, I would like to request all those big grand towers in any freaking metropolitan city to keep direction boards (proper) if you expect people to find the exit and enter on their own. We got lost in the labyrinth while returning back and after finding the exit what we got was a bunch of guards stopping us for an interrogation again!!

When we answered in Marathi (he was lucky we did not use the Kolhapuri slang), he tells us that the security was in search of us for running around here and there in the building. Dude, we were practically called tresspassers and fugitives ever after spending 530 bucks for three freaking coffees!!!!

But when the next moment one of us said “What the fuck, we just followed the instructions given by the guard at the fire exit”

We got freedom and were sent out without any prosecution - YAY!!

Apat from the humor we had, we thought about the whole incident. Yes, before this too we have been to many places but never did we not dress up. Isnt't it discrimination? I mean, how can people get so judgemental that we have to wear heels after work if we want to have a drink at a so called good place.

Even if the dressing is pardoned, the language is such a big issue for people here. I thought it was for political benefits when certain ministers shouted out that people out of the state do not learn the mother tongue here. But I feel it is not the ones from outside at fault here – because it is not be a ROMAN in ROME policy here, it is quite the opposite. There are many natives who do not like speaking in Marathi, not just that, there will be many naives again who will look at you in a way that maybe means – what village are you from? If ou are talking in Marathi at certain so called “classy places”

What the fuck is becoming more effective in our country than chutiya these days, buckets of ice are poured on heads over saving a bucket of water, weraing full clothes is behen – ji and wearing shorter ones is provocating people to rape, beautiful even if dumb is better than intelligence, wanna be is not dancing with a beer glass in hand on music you understand shit about, but wanna be is trying to enjoy a couple of drinks at a good place in simple clothing along with using non english/hing – lish as a means of conversation..

(A tip - do you wear comfortable clothes? – If yes, YOU ARE A CULPRIT, YOU CANNOT ENTER A LOUNGE IN A GOOD BUILDING WITHOUT BEING LOOKED AT AS WANNA BE'S WANTING TO FIT IN A CROWD AND DEFINITELY CANNOT GET LOST HOWEVER CONFUSING THE FREAKING BUILDING ROUTES ARE.)