Recently I have been visiting Drayangs and Dance party
frequently which made me fill with feelings that are very hard to describe. I
can’t comment on why I went but I know I went for many times now. For the first
time was in Thimphu, Zombala Drayang, I can’t remember my friends who took me
there, leave alone those girls; this is how fast our memory diminishes how good
or bad. As and when the moments visiting
these places moved on, I came across kinds of people, some as friendly as we
could expect and some as dangerous as we could suspect. To all those kind I found one common
thing-why they go there? My reason was valid until I found girls visiting those
Drayangs. These situations questioned me
hard, about what really is entertainment or recreation? Is it about smoking,
drinking and getting flat? Is it enjoyment means to get mad and funny? Because
by being all these, the reality of living are compromised, dignity is being
waived off and people no more live in consciousness. Are we crazy enough to
forget all our relatives, friends and families?
Dance party as I would define through what I have seen is,
getting crazy with dancers by acting a dance. Many of the males who goes their
starting from a teenage to an aged man, looks for a partner or if they have
already one taken in, they look for spending a night. If you are loving couple, I guess you dance
for your love. Actually many comes to take one for the night. I wonder with the
ladies in a dance party what they intend.
My recent incident spoke many lessons to me. I came across a girl, not
exactly a girl but aged one. I sat at the corner where there were few tall
slimy chairs, I was not dancing (I actually don’t know). I was holding a glass
with special courier. The lady came and sat near me. She brought her mouth near to my ear as if
she was about to kiss. I was like, no no please. Hi… she spoke loud, and I said Yes ma’m what
do you want to say? My name is Sonam, you
wanna dance? I wait for a while and
replied I don know how to dance. She
said, it is just shake and move. I
replied, I don’t know how to shake and move.
We remain silent for a while and after some time she brought again her
mouth to my ear and said, do you have a car? This is life, was all I got to
say. My friend showed me the fingers to
point, get out with her.
I obviously visit Drayangs more than Dance Party because,
there you just need to sit, get one drink and watch. Watch what? Many of the
gentlemen who visit there watches sexy moves and bodies of dancers but I don’t
watch this. I watch the counter girl. The
proprietor just wants money, and they don’t care the people who make money for
them. Many of the Drayangs girls smoke
and drink. They come near, hold your hands, hug your backs and ask for request. Every time a girl come to me and ask request,
I ask her back, how much income do you get?
I really wanted to know the worth of their trade. It is emotional trade.
I told her, if you want money, I want to give it to you not for your dance. Many of my friends go there to get one. I
don’t know what I go for but I want to go now on for my counter girl. She is
Proprietor’s daughter. I want to show that love is tastier in dignity. I don’t know how far it will be true, if you
are going for just fun, enjoyment, recreation and entertainment. It has become pool of exploitation. People come
here to barter money.
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