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July 24, 2005
The fun in getting insulted – Part 1
It was my mistake. In spite of knowing that the dress code to enter the recent bloggers meet organized at the ‘Madras Boat Club’ was T shirt, I wore an Indian kurta. Neither did I compromise, nor did they. The club personals didn’t allow me inside. Kiruba tried his level best to get me special permission to enter. He even tried to get me T shirt. But then I thought it wasn’t necessary for me to circumcise to attend a Muslim marriage. Hence we walked off. The irony is I was born in Tiruppur, the city which exports the largest number of T-shirts, and that my father owned a T- shirt manufacturing unit once!
My friend, who recently moved to Chennai from Mumbai to join World Bank insisted that I shouldn’t be writing ill about the Madras Boat Club, since it was our mistake. I said fine. Later I realized, if I cannot write what I think is right in my own blog, then why the f*** should I be maintaining my own blog? I would rather join a newspaper organization where I need to take approval from few editors to get my work published. So I thought I should go ahead…
I am not against Madras Boat Club. It is their den, and they have all the rights to have their own code of conduct, their own dressing code & reservations about the people who enter their premises. I am in fact against any place in India, which bars Indian dress code. I would have totally agreed with what Madras Race Club did if I had worn a see through top with my nipples pierced or if I had worn a bell bottom pants with a padded penis pocket.
It is the same boat club I had been a couple of years back for a rowing party. The code of conduct was really impressive. Women boozed like hell, they ground their butts, few couple hugged each other, few kissed in public, and few quickies were happening inside the bathrooms. But of course men were wearing T shirts, and shoes!
We have huge empathy for Mahatma Gandhi. We hate the way he was treated by being thrown out of the First Class Compartment in South Africa. What was wrong? The South Africans had their own set of rules, their own dress code, and their own system. They treated every Indians as coolies, and Indians didn’t have place in the First Class Compartment. Hence Gandhi was thrown out. It was their den. In fact that was one insult, which Gandhi could not digest for his life.
America still has separate beaches for the Whites and the Blacks in few places. We call this racial discrimination and point fingers at them. And who will point finger at India, which still has places where Indian Dress codes are not allowed. We need to clean our butts well, before we complain about any stink outside.
More to come in Part 2….
Posted by Kenni at July 24, 2005 08:38 AM