Why Even That? (Rant Pt.2)

Youth magnet/coffee lounge Mocha has come to Gurgaon, exciting for many...i joined in the excitement despite never bothering to go the GK one, back when it started i was way too scandalized by the whole gaddis on the floor with bead curtains things thing, i was taken over by a 'we cant decide whether we're boho chic or whether we're ethnic or whether we're just fucking take you for a ride' moment. A cool brothel-esque coffee bar inspired by Morocco yet can do Paris and NY too was intriguing at first, later i realized i felt shady for some reason, like a 'i shouldn't tell didi i went to mocha feeling'. Also It was too much at once for me, i couldn't deal with the high levels of puberty and hormonal hysteria bunched up in one dingy basement, trust such coffee joints to just attract 15-19 yr olds. Also it was bloody expensive, i was 19 and the thought of 150 bucks for coffee was appalling, really shocking. And then the bratty company i came in with suddenly began ordering as if we were at a fast food joint, i had to keep up with the whole image thing (at 19, its life or death) so i ordered a vanilla shake (i still remember). Fucking bitch shake was half my frigging pocket money, damn the spoilt pigs i came in with. I was surrounded by a crowd essentially of spoilt brats anyway so i watched while everyone had elaborate shakes and pastas, what coffee shop is this? its a lieee!! we the youth have been fooled, we will sell our souls for a sofa and rock music! I felt older and wiser than my years watching the youth brigade so easily sold over by such marketing ploys. The waiters with their genie hats and the disgustingly erotic bead curtains added to the ambience and it was sickeningly enamouring for the target audience. Suddenly the waiter man walks in with a hookah on a tray, WHAATTTT, a hookah on a tray??? and why is Shruti overdoing it? she is suddenly craving for attention, she wants us to believe that she owns the concept of hookah and we lesser mortals have not seen the coolness of hookahs yet, Shruti the messiah will show us, guide us to attain cool through hookah, we beg. She was obviously trying to impress a guy who came with us. Iam amazed how i remember such details but the coffee lounge goes beyond just a lounge where you get coffee, it these moments that remain with you, unfortunately. Then the entire group began sucking on the hookah and each one with this irritating nonchalance like 'back at my sainik farms villa we smoke hookahs all the time, with mom and dad, dewd'. I call it the 'Im a rich Delhi fuck' syndrome, most of us suffer from it in varying proportions. I wish i could have videotaped watching this group of 10 hogging the hookahs and then forcing out conversation while trying to name unheard rock bands just to outdo the opponent. Ugh, how did i sit around wanting a piece of this pompousness, so eagerly trying to snatch a moment of the 'he's the funky one among us' moment. I remember leaving Mocha with a promise to not go back for a long long time. Not until it opened its weird door in Gurgaon and i turned 24 of course.

Obviously now my perspectives have changed, I'm older, wiser (swear it, Iam!) and Mocha to me meant a place where we will unwind, relax and converse while having something refreshing. Aim being to leave the world behind, what best then to enter a mash of Morocco and everything else that can fit into a 3 storeyed building next to a village with killer poultry and the common rogue or two. Anyway we overlooked that and we went in cuz now it doesn't matter really, we're not pompous, we're here for the moment. Enter in and it seems the youth brigade i left behind is now taken over by a more eager and wilful community, a little too eager. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO ENJOY THIS COFFEE if Iam worrying about this girl coming down the stairs, barely 17 having no control over her barely there skirt. Where was her mother when she left for the coffee shop...why is she dressed like such a tart. It reminded me of when i was probably surrounded by my own friends doing such attention grabbing crap, how well we outgrew that phase. I wished this girl outgrows this phase as well, also i prayed that her skirt would grow at that very moment too, she foolishly doesn't realize that we're in Gurgaon and your in the middle of a village, not really meeting safety standards by wearing that frill now are you? Anyway whats worse is that she was surrounded by a bunch of idiots for 17 yr olds with their jeans out of their control in cars that daddy got them on their 15th. Suddenly i wanted to summon the entire 15-17's in one room and brainwash them into regaining normalcy, why am i so bothered? you must wonder..its because i went through the same thing and its zilch, it ends up into NOTHING. Anyway knowing its none of my business and its their own journeys and their problem really, i decided to not care. Only to once again be reminded of how old i felt surrounded by such high levels of reeking puberty. With their entrances, their conversations and their laugh, all so absurd!!! This one little fool walked in with this major air to him followed by two chamchas of his, one starry eyed girl was seen whispering into another girl's ear and suddenly it broke into a zoo scene, just the exchanges of hello/hi were so elaborately staged. Why is pretention so important to the brigade? Why are these sweet boys and girls so insistent on staging every single aspect of their movement and interaction. OK why am i getting so worked up over a stage of life that I've left behind but its just that i feel for these people. These girls and boys seem so stupid to me. Wow I've been going on forever...let me save more for Rant Pt.3 WHICH WILL DISCUSS THE NEED FOR VOYEURISM AMONG THE YOUTH... (I'm 24..but i think my youth is now more like coerced routine)

Anyway MOTTO of the story is...GIRLS PLS REALIZE that wasting your time in a skimpy skirt meant for britney's new video and sitting on a bean bag..legs spread IS NO WAY TO SPEND YOUR LIFE even if its 'the college days'. I have nothing to say to the guys..they seem to be the most delusional of the lot, stuck in 'do u know who my dad is' mode. And to think that apparently 'rang de basanti' has changed the face of Indian youth, atleast it seems so with their overt support for such themes and such films. WOW I WENT FROM MOCHA REVIEW TO A WASTED YOUTH analysis
OK THAT'S ENOUGH FOR NOW..