When I was younger, many moons ago, the Desi Party Gal was a woman who lived in a secret world. A world that came to life when she could sneek out of the house when her parents were out, or the one who told many white lies to escape the ever predicatable suburban lifestyle.
This woman, who in my eyes was a personal favourite was worldly, knowing and seemed to be able to read the minds of people. In hindsight, it was probably her life experience that gave her a more solid start compared with the rest fo us who didn't have her courage. Her social skills and diplomacy were second to none. There was always a smile on her face for the aunties at parties, I wondered did she have the same one on her nights out? Or was she a tourtured soul?
She was the party animal, always with a large cirlce of friends who would cover for her when she could escaped to the nightclubs in her 'every colour available' haulter tops to dance away the night with a glass of red in her hands. With many admirers, but none that she could commit to in any way, she seemed to be a lonely figure. Did she look at other people her age who were in relationships and think 'why not me?'. The romances were always brief and simple as she couldn't go all the way forever weary of saving her virginity or devote her heart because of her family's wishes.
She led adouble life fo the sake of her family. In front of family and the community she would play the part of the innocent young girl, but behind the scenes with her friends she'd be in raging party mode free of the cultural and religious constraints that she rarely followed or believed in. A sacrafice? Most people who face this in non-desi cultures can usually decide on the type of life they want to lead and eleminate anything that doesn't suit.
But why can't the desi gals? Why continue the charade?
