What happens when you put four opera singers at a karaoke night in a dingy pub near a railway station? Well, you’re about to find out. Read on…
This Ain’t No Monkey Business
So it all began when this guy, whom I find really cute, asked me to go out with him and some of his friends to Karaoke one evening. Said friends were theater artists and were in town with an upcoming play – something about a rose and her monster boyfriend…
Knowing they were actors and singers was the only reason I was okay with going to karaoke (on other occasions I have been known to run away as if it were the plague. Drunken people are bad enough. Drunken people screaming into a microphone? Yeah, no.)
So here we were at a place called 3 Wise Monkeys near Khar West station. Fer cryin’ out loud! There’s just so much WRONG in that previous sentence. First off, 3 Wise Monkeys? Like, seriously? I swear if I thought for exactly 7 seconds, I could come up with a better name. True Story.
And to top it off – near Khar station. Not ‘the station is an auto ride away’ near. But the ‘you can almost see the trains and you’ll walk into the cows (or their shit) that populate this area if you don’t watch where you’re going’ near.
Boy, I must really like the guy.
The joint looked nice enough – dim lighting so one can’t see how grimy the tables and floor really are, cozy seating which is burbie-speak for cramped spaces. Cute.
Soon after we settled at our table, one of them requested a song and I feared the worst. Now imagine a burly, well-built guy about to karaoke. You almost expect him to belt out a song in Haryanvi (sorry not sorry). But I kid you not; the next thing I hear is this BEA-utiful voice that’s doing literally the highest of pitches like it’s a walk in the park!
The entire place was as stunned as I but we recovered quickly and sang along. The other amazeballs singers from our table followed. Come to think of it, not many others sang that night. Good call.
This is one of those places that has quite a few fancy named, ‘original’ drinks but the patrons are mostly cheap beer guzzling Bandra boys. I stuck to wine by the bottle.
After a couple of hours of drinking, boozy dancing, and singing, the cops arrived and we scurried away. For the first time it felt like I’d had a good night in the burbs. But of course, none of the parties involved were burbies and the after party meant getting out of Khar, sharpish.
So there you have it. The perfect recipe to having a good time in the burbs – head to 3 Wise Monkeys, with all the immensely talented people you can, and you’d be just fine.
Toodles!
Where? The Unicontinental, Nr. Khar Railway Station, 3rd Road, Khar West
