Welcome to Sayeshaz!

Whenever someone new posts a comment on my blog, I say, "Welcome to Sayeshaz!"

Going by what's happening here lately, I can't help but get the feeling that Sayeshaz is like a tiny bar tucked away in the corner of the street. It may not be the most happening place in the city, but it's one of those tiny bars that only appeal to some people, who find it cosy and choose to hang out with their friends there. There's music, friendship, comfort and love at Sayeshaz. Aplenty.

Sayesha is your gracious but really khadoos hostess with loads of attitude (both good and bad), who runs the bar. She concocts her own drinks, and everything's on the house (yeah, she's a multi-millionaire). And the hostess does not take orders. The drinks are served on the table, that's the deal. Take it or leave it. She doesn't run the bar to make money (cos like I mentioned, she's a multi-millionaire) but does it for herself. She likes to hang out at the bar, even when there's nobody. She likes the feel of the place. And she likes the people who hang out at the bar. Most of them, at least.

There are some people who could not stand Sayeshaz in the beginning. They hated the music, the decor, the drinks, the hostess, everything. But as they began to understand her, they started liking the place. And at the same time. there are some people whom she could not stand in the beginning, and she wondered why they came to the bar, but as she started understanding where they were coming from, she started liking them.

The bar has a couple of regulars, who have now become friends of the hostess and she is fiercely protective of them. She doesn't know most of them by names and has never asked. Some choose to disclose their names, and some don't. And she's fine with both. Some of these people have their own bars, and they leave their cards behind. The hostess likes to drop by their bars, leaving her own unguarded. Sometimes, she and her friends hang out at these other bars, but at other times everyone gets busy and has no time to meet up anywhere. On some days, someone gets very drunk and senti, and she has to bundle him/her off in a cab homewards.

Sometimes, some of the patrons like to take a backseat and don't say anything, but she knows they are there. But sometimes they really are away on business trips and are missing from Sayeshaz for days, sometimes weeks and months. The hostess pretends not to care, but she misses them, especially if any of the regulars are missing. But when they return from their trips, they drop by Sayeshaz and pick up the conversation from where they had left it and suddenly everything is all right again.

There's no bouncer at the door at Sayeshaz and there's no cover charge and anyone can walk in without having to show an ID. Especially on Thursdays, which is MAC night. Free flow of brickbats until midnight. The MACs are either other bar-owners or their patrons who drop by once in a while to see what's goin' on at Sayeshaz. The hostess does not mind them hanging around, but if you get drunk and create trouble, you'll be in trouble yourself.

The hostess has a glass of orange juice for herself at the table, which is enough to keep her in a state of constant inebriation. Once in a while, the hostess gets really high and does a fancy flip-and-throw-wine-glasses routine, and the patrons are left entertained. And sometimes, someone applauds her. Then she gets all hyper and tries some really dumb trick that backfires and the wine glass lands on her head and shatters. And it bleeds and hurts. But the show goes on. The show must go on.

Then there are some who just hate the place. Who hate the hostess and hate the drinks and hate the other patrons. They wonder why they even set foot in the place. They walk out in disgust after saying a few drunken words to her. But some of them come back the next day. And then wonder why they even set foot in the place... and then they walk out in disgust... and they come back the next day... and so the cycle repeats... However, for those who storm off in disgust, the hostess could not care less. She'd rather you storm off for good than come back every day to tell her that you hate her bar. So don't make the mistake of thinking that if you go off, you'll bring her share prices down.

Her business does not run because of you guys.

Her business runs because it's not a business.

Ok I think I'm very drunk now... someone call me a cab!

"Sayesha, you're a cab!"

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! :D

Ok, now I'm really drunk!

Hic!