March 24th, the weekend with good sunshine, melting the snow from the previous week’s snow storm. It is crazy how quickly the weather turned around. But it did. The weekend was perfect for a Spring Awakening.
So it was decided that I drive down to my bear friends in Connecticut. It was around noon when I reached the Rocky Hill. A town with a dinosaur park. Husbear once mentioned that they found the skeletons (or was it footprints) of dinosaurs in that area. The bear-cave close to the highway and is a cozy place with a cute backyard. I am lucky to have know these bears, since many a happy and fun moments I have shared with them.
I was just in time for a yummy filling lunch, thanks to tapak bear. He is an amazing cook. The chicken curry with the coconut juice was mouth watering. After lunch we set out to the city of glittering lights.. New York.
It was the Sholay Night. Sholay is an gathering of south asians, dancing away till morning to the bollywood numbers. With two floors of indian and non-indian guys.. it is a rite place to see the wild side…of usually introvert indians.
We had a little detour to pick up an fresh guy who just got out of the boat. It was our den for the nite. In queens close to Roosevalt Avenue. As I walked those roads, it was like a deja-vu. Of course, it was where Big B lived. It has been a while since I got in touch with Big B after that crazy friday nite an year ago. I had seen him briefly in another party, but it was too short to even register.
Anyways, back to present, we spent sometime going to indian groceries and it was fun watching a little bombay. The people, the stores with titles in Bengali, the display of sarees. It is nostalgic, reminds of home that is on the other side of the ocean.
It was 8pm as we walked towards the sub-way in the light drizzle. We walked a while, a good fifteen minutes before we entered the underground transportation. It is amazingly lively at all times. I have been acquainted with sub-way for more than a couple of years now and have been in it at different times, early mornings or evenings, mid-day or mid-nite. Sometimes I wonder, if it there were no sub-way trains, can New York take so many people.
We decided to head to “Therapy” on 52nd street between 8th and 9th Avenue. A lounge of hot delicious guys, perfect for a quick warm-up. The bartenders are hot and so are some of the people who are around the tables. Well, my tastes vary drastically and I find a whole bunch fascinating. So there was this four guys across the table, who were deep in conversation. But one of them, who seemed like the most silent of them caught my eye. A round face with a cute smile, his eyes were attentive and something about him attracted me toward him.
Of course then there was this tall guy who walked in with a style, walked straight to the center chair. If the bar table were a king’s court, he was certainly taking the place of the king. He removed his coat and placed it on that throne. Walked to the bar, and was back with a glass to his thrown. He set the glass on the table, he put his hands on the table and with his raised head he was glancing at everyone. May be looking for a subject for tonite. (I wonder)
Well, there were many others, but it was time we filled ourself with some real food. East of Therapy was “Victor’s” – an authentic Cuban restaurant. Husbear’s nieghbour told him about this place and how good the food and the ambience was. It was the choice of the night for us.
It was a little hard to pick up the course, but the waiter helped us out. So it was decided that we would have an plate of appetizers with an assortment of everything from veggies to chicken to fish. As we took bites, we couldn’t stop admiring how soft and delicious it was. The main course wasn’t really necessary but we did have it and it was no less tastier than the appetizers. Of course I couldn’t finish it all.
After a good one and half hour at the cuban diner, we were in the cab to 150 Varick Street. If I were a cab driver in New York, I wonder how much of the world I would have known. New York has a diverse crowd from different nations to different queeristic behaviors.
It was just over midnite when we entered the club and usually the place starts to attract crowd around that time. Like other clubs, even here there is a warm-up time where people just stand around the dance floor.. I have been a regular visitor to this gathering and have made quite a few friends. Some glad and some not so glad…
As I entered the lounge, I saw him. The slim, tall, dusky Dudesy. I met Dudesy at the last party and something about his manor indicated he was a decent chap. Very opinionated, but kind at heart. He wouldn’t settle for anything less than perfect, which explains why I can’t take it any further with him. Oh, the last quarrel we had about was about me not shaving enough, which i usually do once a week.
After a few hugs and introductions, we set out to explore the first floor. Standing next to the stairs was the guy from California. We had a chat a few months ago and today was going to be our rendezvous. Technically today would be second time, but the last time though we saw each other, we weren’t sure enough to talk to each other. So I walked to him this evening and took him away from his girl friend. After saying a little hi and taking a closer look at him, I found myself searching for words to speak. I was wondering what make me think I would get along with him. Well, everyone is worth an Hi.
Following that, there were a series of Hi and Bye’s, it was as if going to an social gathering. After a while the music kicked in and was dancing along with the bears and others in the crowd. Then after a while, there was a drag dance to the popular numbers of madhuri. I don’t remember the songs but, it was fun watching them. Of course Dudesy was complaining that ‘why aren;t they doing any better?’. No comments.
After what seemed like three numbers, the stage was taken over again by the enthusiastic bunch. The ones who usually are more eager to enjoy shirtless. They are fun. Unlike other parties, I seemed pretty stiff.. and as some new dude who happened to dance next to me.. started to unbutton me. I excused myself politely and walked down to take a break. There were less people and more air downstairs. And I just sat there, thinking nothing.
He walked past me. Looking at me just long enough to exchange a quick smile. I kept looking in the direction he left and was wondering what just happened. Well, he wasn’t indian, but he looked very handsome.
After what seemed like a long gap, which is hardly a minute or two, he was coming back. And this time, he was certainly looking for me and I was looking at him. I said Hi. And he offered his hand in hello. I am G Arayan – I said. I am Greg – He said. It was very unusual, but we sat together and started making a conversation.. or at least a pretense.
Taking the excuse of the loud music, we would shout into the other’s ears, and in the process brush against the cheek. I could feel some of my other parts changing their shapes at that gentle touch. Surprisingly we had a lot to talk about.
There were his friends who stopped to say hello to him. He would excuse and come back to me.. and I had the bears and Dudesy stop by too. I excused Dudesy telling I would rejoin him upstairs, while I introduced Greg to the bears. The Husbear, let out his nice all knowing smile, when I told him I just met him. Looking at the way we were holding each other, it would have been a tough guess.
After that we were left to each other.. and soon we lost words to talk too or atleast I had nothing more to say.. but a lot of feel. I started looking at him.. feeling his chin. Brushing my fingers on the slight beared from a two day shave. Looking into his glowing eyes and the dimple on his chin and that beautiful smile.
There was a brief peck on the lips, before we were feeling each other with out cheeks and hands exploring other decent places. I could have spent the rest of the night just being there, lost in his fragrance. But then, we had friends to go back to. And well moments end.
We exchanged our numbers and set out to look for our friends. It wasn’t long before I found them and were heading out of the place. It was 4.30am. We took a short walk to the McDonald’s and gossiped while having coffee. And a little later we were on the train back to Queens. While my friends drifted into the sleep, I drifted back into the moments I spent with Greg.
5am. We reached home. And then a long slumber sleep into the sunday.