The Party 
Yesterday I attended a party. The guests were a colourful, motley crew of individuals and it was very refreshing hearing the after-work banter of such uninhibited and in fact childlike people. Let me dabble in some character sketching…
Professional singer.
Very talented and in fact exclusive by virtue of being able to soar into a soprano and touch a high ‘A’ note. A little insecure. Flaunts her cooking talent by whipping up her signature dishes—potato salad and lasagna at every get-together, party etc. Does a mean job though. Am salivating at the memory already and yes, every dish has an ingredient of love thrown in.
Journalist from a popular Tabloid
Pretty face. Snooty disposition. Preoccupied with her own ‘I work for so & so and cover so &so’ airs. Humility is completely lost on her.
Singer-Cum-Theater Artist – Cum—Dubbing Specialist –Cum—Chatterbox
Extremely vivacious, exuberant, effervescent. Articulate. Effeminate. Comes with a wicket sense of humour and comic timing. Very entertaining to have at a party. Nice dressing sense too. White jute shirt, brown corduroys and brown shoes. Interestingly his attire was a mirror image of another chap at the party! In fact they wore exactly the same shirt!!
Sloppy yet Humble Jazz Artist Cum Animator ( not effeminate)
Top quality jazz musician who jetsets around the world playing classical and experimental jazz and performs with all the jazz greats in
Attractive Bohemian Woman with Afro Hairstyle
Has aquiline features, and in the name of fashion exposes one strap of her bra. She is chatty, and with theatrical flair gesticulates as she speaks, using her eyes to express, like a classical dancer. She sings and plays the piano.
Guy Who looks like a Gal & Makes a Mean Cheesecake
Has long hair with flashes of erd. Wears champagne coloured leather shoes and blushes every time addressed by a guy. Very effeminate, very sweet, awesome cook.
Pretty Little Potter By Day & Diva By Night
This one is my childhood family friend. Sports a mole on her upper lip. What used to be the butt of bully jokes in school, is now the toast of her circle of love interests, I’m sure. She’s very creative, churning out the most attractive pots from her kiln. She also sings jazz and plays professional pianoforte. Accomplished.
The Pianist ( not effeminate)
Doubles up as a comic at parties. Escaped from the clutches of classical pianoforte and now plays for money. Plays very well.
Musician & Graphic Artist ( not effeminate)
He was strapping in an overgrown schoolboy sort of way, except he is not a school boy in the least.. Didn’t get a chance to chat with this chap. Funny.
Afterthoughts
By buddy Altaf post reading this blog entry got the impression that all the men present at the party were effeminate…well…not quite! Have put a little ( not effeminate) notice against the regular chaps!
The party uplifted my woebegone pre-party spirits. Have been in a very irritable mood for the past few days, even though I’m not surfing the crimson wave as yet. When I’m in such a mood I usually prefer to dissect and get down to the core of the matter.
I did some soul-searching and confiding in close pals and it turns that there are a series of issues troubling my subconscious..
Friends who have made plans, cancelled and not bothered to apologize. Naggy landladies.
Confrontations between the landyladies and roommates.
Bosses who cringe when you ask for leave.
Impractical diets recommended by gym dieticians.
It all boils down to marrying assertiveness with compassion. It seems I am either assertive in a very ’shouting from the rooftops’ sort of way or compassionate to the point of appearing meek.
Step 1
Imbibe a blend of the two.
Step 2
Practice.
