a night out in Kolkata
After school one day we explored the busy area of New Market. It’s good fun however in the extreme heat and people constantly wanting our attention we needed an escape. That’s when we found Blue and Beyond, a slick rooftop bar accessible through a hotel and old fashioned elevator. Clearly they only let certain people in as there were just two other tables occupied by wealthy looking Indians. On our second visit it was refreshing to see a group of Indian girls seated without a male companion.
Whilst attempting to sing our national anthem we caught the attention of two Indian men next to us. One introduced himself as Hrish and he sat with us chatting for a while. He asked if we wanted to visit a club with him and gave us his WhatsApp. He wore Western style clothing and his English was almost perfect. A couple of days later we arranged to meet up with him. We waited by the side of the road just up from our guesthouse. You have to be precautious on the streets right? Lydia and I started dancing next to a group of older looking Indian ladies burning corn on the cob. We made them laugh and they too started swaying to our terrible singing.
Hrish picked us up in his very much needed air conditioned car and drove us to a fancy looking shopping mall. Security men checked the car and had mirrors to check for bombs. We all exchanged looks but apparently this was normal. Like whaaat?! We went to a busy restaurant full of young Western looking Indians. Cocktails were served in funky jars reminding me of the Drift Bar in London. Hrish told us about the marriage culture where parents look for suitable candidates/girls through a sort of online CV site. If everyone agrees on the choice they meet (obviously supervised). Hrish did say it comes down to the guy and girl’s choice however if you marry someone lower than your class it is frowned upon and most likely not allowed. Culture learning over cocktails, not bad eh?
After dinner we went to a nightclub called Roxy. It looked like somewhere from home, the bar was a bright white and stacked with bottles upon bottles of alcohol. It was air conditioned to the point of Arctic and was seriously lacking people. At 600 rupees for one cocktail we were shocked! How quickly we had adjusted to India’s cheap prices. I felt completely frozen so suggested it was time to move onto the empty dancefloor and bust some moves to the techno beat. Another man joined us and he lifted me onto the high speaker next to the DJ. I had my own stage!
When we got back to the guesthouse the gates were locked. Sneaking in was made impossible as we had to wake up the security guard. He didn’t look too happy and reminded us that curfew was 11pm not 2am. Whoops!