STOP LOOTING
Finally I couldn’t take any more looting and I howled "Buggers, no more shopping today, I'm not gonna take you to any damn shopping mall in Shanghai" and took these men to Changfeng park, where they could see more civilized mortals alive and kicking. They showed the park to their gizmos more than what they saw and I had my share of fresh air and
few good photos. I'm still pondering over the meaning of "ROYAL SPLENDID THE WORLD SUBLIME", a T-shirt print worn by a lady in 
the park. It was bon appetite time and they again wanted to hog Punjabi food. Bips and me said no more Punjabi food, for we hate that place more than any Chinese restaurant. We had a nice Chinese vegetarian meal next to Punjabi and decided to hit JZ club for a drink.
On the way a very cute kid came begging for money inside the metro. Magu had grown so fat these days, that his fly could not be locked in position and it had slid open. The kid almost forgot begging and started laughing its heart out. He pointed his finger to Magu's groin area and kept giggling till his sister came. Then he reported the fly open thingy to her, before she could bend over to Magu's fly our station had arrived and we got off.
JZ Club, located on Fuxing Lu, had a very typical Jazz ambience. The waitress ushered us to a table so close to the stage, that the singer could hear my whisper. Now this place was quite interesting, two tables away from us, there was presumably an Indian, a non-mongoloid Asia would be more precise though, was sitting with a white lady. They were exhibiting their overt carnal desire without giving a slightest damn to the human
race around them. An intimate kissing, caressing and cuddling is still an understatement to describe what they were upto. Bips started envying that guy. Just as I was returning from the restroom, I happened to see that the lady's pant was almost below her ham and the two fleshy, rounded parts at the back of the hips were so humongous, that each of them were resting on two separate stools. The moment I reported this to Bips, he stopped envying and started pitying the poor, presumably, Indian. Finally music kicked in at half past ten. Unfortunately Eliza's band played, who had no idea about what jazz is. She opened up with a Beyonce track, which I hated whole-heartedly. After the drink in our glass was wholly consumed, we quit and reached ARK, Xintiandi. Bipin exhibited his artistic skills by quickly sketching the ham of the lady which I just told on the windowpane of the taxi, we were in splits to see that.ARK is supposed to be one of the classiest pubs in town. I wanted to check out the kind of music they played. The elevator took me to third floor along with two other Indians, jaded Gujjus, who leeringly asked, looking at my camera "You look like a photographer". I said, "Oh Yeah! but not a professional one". They said they also wanted to check out the place, they were looking for a place to shake their hips and drool over babes. With my limited wit about discotheques I recommended them to hit "Zapata". ARK played Bryan Adams music in a very Chinese way, which was not something we were looking for. Grabbed a taxi to "House of Jazz and Blues".
A shot of Green Label and a soothing Jazz music were waiting for me at HJB. I was glad that Thaddeus, the front man still remembered me and asked if I sent the photographs to him that I took the other night. Happened to talk to other band members, Quinn and Evelyn. We stayed till they stopped performing, I guess it was about half past one.
Grabbed a taxi and Viki uttered the protocol this time in the most incomprehensible way "Zhangjiang gaoke, Bibo lu". I had to translate that to the driver who did both dozing and driving the car at the same time.
