I remember a bunch of us girls once went to a bar in Mumbai, and we laid bets on picking up this cute guy who was sitting with his beer. For five hundred bucks, I sweet-talked him and picked him up. Just as we reached the door, I burst into laughter and apologised to him, disclosing the bet and my giggly, high bunch of friends in the corner. He took it sportingly, joined us for a round of drinks, and left.
Later, I was told that if I were to do the same thing in Delhi, I could've been shot dead (remember Jessica Lall?), or worse. North Indian men (read Naaaarth Indian men) have an extremely inflated sense of self, hence a huge ego, and a belief that they're superior to women. Of course, there are exceptions, and the Naaarth Indian mentality is prevalent in many stuffed souls who may not geographically stem from here.
So technically, a wild night out with the girls could have ended in disaster if I was in the Naaarth. It makes me shudder. I wonder how many of you did something wild and looked back to realise it coul've been disasterous, but turned out ok... Patrique May did something wild which he's talked about. What about the rest of you?
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