Maximum City by Suketu Mehta

Author:Suketu Mehta [Mehta, Suketu]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-307-57431-2
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Published: 2004-08-18T16:00:00+00:00

IT WAS JAIMAN who had first pointed her out to me.

Jaiman, the first Marwari editor of Russian Playboy and a friend of mine from New York, had half a mind to take a girl from India back to Moscow for his magazine. He had been traveling around the country: Delhi, Rajasthan, and now Bombay. He wanted one girl, an exemplar of the sultry beauties of India, for the delectation of his Slavic readership. I had heard about Sapphire from Mustafa, and a couple of months before I went there with Vinod I had gone into the bar for the first time with Jaiman.

We had first noticed her when she danced to the Vengaboys’ remake of the song “Brazil.” In the middle of the more or less demure girls on the stage, there she was, the tallest, the one with the longest hair, the most dazzling smile. All the other girls blurred and faded, as in a movie when the heroine suddenly comes into sharp focus as she’s walking in a crowd of people in the street.

Jaiman was totally taken with her. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he had seen in India and the only openly sexual one. “Fuck those rich Bombay girls, who needs them!” he had declared, after several nights of unsuccessful flirtation with rich Bombay girls. This girl had a way of turning her back to the audience, bending forward, and slowly rotating her buttocks that was a clear mime of sex, doggy-style. She was . . . presenting. Then she turned back to face the audience and flashed a smile, a teenager’s smile. She had big bee-stung lips, a high neck, large eyes, and a snub nose. Jaiman gave her 100-rupee notes and tried to tell her above the music that he was a Playboy editor and could he meet her after the place closed? She asked him to come back the next day; he explained that he was leaving for Moscow the next morning. In that case, she replied, they would not be able to meet.

But she was kind enough to give him her name. I will call her Monalisa.

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