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I hate to say ‘I told you so’ but it’s true! New Year’s Eve parties in most public domains are a nightmare. Over crowded venues with people pushing and shoving to find standing room and a decent plate of food, plus boorish drunken revelers jostling one another to get to the bar, and bribing bar-tenders to pour them an extra large peg. My word! What next?  We will probably have to call in the Special Forces to curb bad behaviour. Next year, the pool cleaners will go on a flash strike or become raging lunatics who smack people with their pool cleaning equipment, because nobody should clean someone else’s disgorged stomach contents, except the goons who couldn’t hold their liquor. Puhleez people, let’s show some restraint.

After a fair dose of my ‘new year vent’, I must comment on how beautifully the festivities at the elegant Bangalore Club were organised. Strict supervision, exemplary service and a stricter dress code that was adhered to, ensured everyone present had a fantastic time. Call me an elitist if you like dahlings, but I like my men to smell and look good. A great looking suit with a silk tie brings out the best in a man, my mother used to say, and well-behaved and well-dressed men and women make for a great party, I say.
I attended the book launch of Manpreet Sodhi Someshwar’s new book Hunt for the Kohinoor at the Sheraton Hotel. This is Manpreet’s second book, a mystery thriller and I thoroughly enjoyed reading her first book. Her books make great reading, and I totally admire the extensive historical research she puts into them. The tête-a-tête between her and activist Munira Sen was as stimulating as it was interesting. I always said books and wine make a lethal combination, both heady and intoxicating!

The new day of the New Year, dawned bright and clear, as phones jangled and greetings poured in filled with bonhomie and cheer. There’s almost a pressure to be chirpy and cheerful, like the New Year has no place for people with angst. I was relieved to wind my way to the ITC Windsor to meet up with an intimate group of friends at the invitation of the super-cool GM, Virender Razdan and his elegant wife, Sheeba. Armed with a superlative eggnog in one hand and a crab canapé in the other hand, peace was restored to my world at last.

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