We finish dinner and want to go check out the nightlife and have another Kingfisher somewhere. We have heard Black Magic is pretty entertaining, so we decide to go check it out….
We round the corner and walk down the long hallway that leads us to where the bouncers stand. There are chairs across the entrance, so we stand awkwardly for a minute wondering if the place is full or something, but no sooner can we think to ask someone, do we get waved in.
A bouncer escorts us upstairs. Right at the top of the stairs a man grabs my hands and tries to start dancing with me – the bouncer shoves him away from me in a hurry. He leads us to a table – kicks all the men that are sitting at it away and has us sit down. He takes our drink order and has someone go to get them and then stands there guarding us.
Heidi, Evy, Kathleen and I look around in shock and awe and burst into a fit of laughter. We cannot wipe the stupid grins off our faces. The is the most insane thing we’ve ever seen. We are the only women in the entire place. It is stock full of super drunk Indian men and they’re dancing like they’re having the best night of their life! They are out on the dance floor showing off their best moves and in between they try to get close to us – but our bouncer doesn’t let that happen.
There’s a mix of Hindi and western music. When a song came on that we knew, all the men’s eyes would really be on us as we sang and kind of danced in our seats. We were offered shots, had requests for photos and others who just stood photographing us all night. At one point ‘Desi Boys’ came on and I nearly peed my pants! My grade sixes and sevens at Ellendale danced to this song this year when they learned Bollywood dancing and all of us teachers that were working on it said we’d be quite happy to never hear it again… I did sing along a bit which really impressed the men!
We then had a fairly funny conversation about what all these people are doing with all the ‘white girl’ photos. Do they have some sort of shrine in one of the room’s of their house? A wall in their entryway perhaps? It seems strange to think how many Indian facebook accounts must have pictures of me…
The ultimate best moment of the night though was when some Hindi song came on and I suddenly have the sea of Indian men singing this song to me. It’s obviously some sort of love song. There’s pointing at me and hand gestures to show a heart beating and there’s my face – beat red. So hilarious!
A little black magic took our night from casual to another world….