Then and now



By Neesha Naronha

May 2014

Neesha Naronha traces the trajectory of her celebrations across the last 20 years, and finds herself at a place where she no longer needs money or drinks to fuel the fun

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It may not be good for my “image” to admit this, but in the interest of being honest, in my late teens and early 20s, I succumbed to drinking alcohol socially. It wasn’t like I overdid it, just a glass or two at celebrations. Usually at someone’s home or terrace. Being from a Christian/Catholic family there was no social taboo attached to drinking. If anything, I succumbed to drinking alcohol because it just seemed easier to not keep refusing when repeatedly offered. My poison? Screwdriver – vodka and orange. While others needed the alcohol to dance, for me all it took was someone to play a guitar or cd, and I could dance till the wee hours. I got high on dance.

In those days, everyone cleaned up after the party; we rolled up our sleeves and attacked the copious amounts of crockery needing washing, put away tables and chairs, cleaned the floors, took out the trash, and generally returned the space to its pristine status. We had enough youthful energy to spare for a trip to the raddiwalla (scrap dealer) to exchange all those empty glass bottles for the best rate we could get. The 30-odd rupees would go towards the next celebration, which would be soon enough.

Things changed over the next five years. You could say, adulthood really kicked in. Most of us still didn’t quite have the money or appetite to celebrate at clubs, and since my husband and I had the luxury of a house large enough for celebrations, we hosted them. I gave up drinking alcohol, though. I could get high on orange juice alone. It no longer seemed worth it to fall in with the crowd by doing something I didn’t like, was not legally mandated, and neither promoted health nor beauty! I could just dance – that was a much better poison. We still had music, even if not guitars. And we still danced till the wee hours.

Clean-up was a killer, though. Not quite enough youthful energy to spare. Disposables became the norm. As eco-conscious as I tried to be, we would still be left with a pile of plastic bottles and cans to dispose of, and either an equal-sized pile of biodegradable “patravalis” to compost, or washing that people forgot to pitch in for. The glass bottles would still be recycled by the
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