There are two types of dance enthusiasts...type one are the people like me who don't give a damn whether thay are dancing in a disc or in jungle..as long as they can hear foot tapping music..These type one people become oblivious of surroundings..and often end up dancing hours at a go...with blisters on their feet the day afterwards.
Type two are idealists..the dance floor should be huge,people around should be dressed for dancing...and they should DANCE...and not indulge in other xyz activities.My friend(Mr X) belongs to the type two category..so here is the horror story in the form of his personal experience in one of the famous delhi-suburb discs.
Our dear Mr X secured tickets to DJ Suketu night,and reached there on time,but with sports shoes on... the door bitch told him they weren't allowed ...so he went to adjoining shop of imported shoes,bought himself a pair..and smiled past the door bitch.The ordeal ,however ,wasn't over.
Mr X,the retard,dosent smoke( i know you'd say..how uncool!),so he started coughing the moment he entered,since all the gals and guys inside were smoking their lungs away..he tried to find a gal who wasn't...but as usual he coundn't.
Though the temperature outside was 4 degrees,all the brave delhi gals had managed to come intact without being frozen in pico minis (micro is 10 raise to power minus six,so he has insisted on pico ,which is ten raise to power minus twelve)..to top it all,Mr X felt like commiting a suicide when he found a gal sandwitched between two guys ,both trying to push up her micro mini skirt,smooching
both.He stared hard trying to imagine how in the world was it possible...till the girl noticed and beckoned him with come hither looks ..and he ran for his dear life.
Moral of the story..
If you are dance enthusiast type two
Discs in delhi are not for you
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