Friday evening. Leather Bar, Park Hotel. I could have been in one of the Fashion TV parties, except that I was myself quite inappropriately dressed (in sneakers) and sitting in a corner. The two people with me were busy discussing things ranging from God to gadgets. I did not join in because to make myself heard, I would’ve had to raise my over the loud music. So I sat and watched the gorgeous young women snd the restless young men doing cheek to cheek and mingling.
People who chant the “Chennai is conservative” mantra should have been here: I soon lost count of the bare backs and bare thighs. I was still debating whether I should envy those young men when one of the bar boys came with the menu. While going through the list of cocktails, I noticed a few whose names I shall never forget:
1. Buttery Nipples.
2. Between The Legs.
3. Pink Pussy.
Gulp.
