One night at the call centre.

Here i am at elevate. The music is so loud that my thoughts are bouncing.
This is the sort of place that every barat ghar in west delhi either aspires to be or already is. this is where losers come to celebrate their loss. This is PGDAV minus the dust and a few sex change operation gone right. And a fewer fights. PGDAV is the place where the alpha males are still found bashed by gaama pehalwaans.
This place is so fill of fat girls in short dresses that you wonder is size zero still some bakwas created by media.
Don't get me right.
This place rocks. This place is full of young people who are young unlike agni which is full of old people who feel young or worse still that place in nehru place, where old people come to check whether they still can produce young. This is India dancing. This is India that has worked idiotically for the past 5 days and would not mind spending a grand and a half on justifying the trps of dance show on the telly.
This place is so desi that even firangis look cheap here.
This place absolutely fabulously rocks.
And if you are right here now, and want to bash me up for writing this crap, am d loser furiously typing at d cellphone on d right corner, behind the pillar. If you're facing the bar. Occasionally tapping his left leg.