Bombayites

Indians in Mumbai are something else. Another vibe is going on in here. Hard rock, sex and drugs are on the main scene. Specially sex. On my Bollywood extra adventure one of the Indian girls could not think in anything else other than her Brazilian holiday lover in Goa. Her friend, an openly Indian gay could only think in sex and MDA. We talked, among other sex related topics, about penis sizes of different nationalities. He was the expert. According to him Spaniards had it very big, while Indians was very short. I pointed out a survey I had heard that said Indian average size was smaller than the world average. He agreed.

Another day, at Leopold's, a girl had made up this paper man were you could pull a huge penis out of it. Origami it's called. Lust was evidently in the air. The sexy Bombayites at the Bollywood movie chose very carefully the girl they would be dancing with. That was their girl and they were their man. The others didn't have a right to dance with them in a shot. Even if the woman in charge ordered it, they would swap after a couple of minutes and appear as supposed in the film. If they appeared at all.

Mumbai language is also totally different. Do they learn Hindi in school I ask myself. Or do they learn to talk from movies? A mixture between Hindi and American movies. I would say they speak Hindglish. Like Spanglish in Puerto Rico or in the latin quarters of New York. Either because it's cool, it doesn't exist in Hindi or just common expressions that have grown to be popular. English is used in every sentence. In Goa, Bombayites talk in English to the waiters of their same country.

A totally different specimen of Indians.