I hate to say a�?I told you soa�� but ita��s true! New Yeara��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? A�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 elsea��s disgorged stomach contents, except the goons who couldna��t hold their liquor. Puhleez people, leta��s show some restraint.
After a fair dose of my a�?new year venta��, 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 Someshwara��s new book Hunt for the Kohinoor at the Sheraton Hotel. This is Manpreeta��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 tA?te-a-tA?te 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. Therea��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 canapA� in the other hand, peace was restored to my world at last.