New-age or Age-old?

It was around 10:00 pm on a Friday night at Delhi's RPM Lounge (Yes, fellows, the same "chain" we went to during orientation) and I was sitting Indian-style in the "Reserved" section of the club with my cousins. It was my 2nd cousin's wife's birthday (name and age unknown until about 9:45 pm), so all of the "younger" cousins got spruced up, sent the adults to Pizza Hut and were excited to shake their booty's on the dance floor. 

After the grilled mutton and chicken kebabs, some delicious chocolate cake (Indian versions of American desserts have improved ten fold in the past 4 years) and a few pegs later, one of the cousin's started a game of "pass the pillow and whoever it stops on when the songs changes has to play truth or dare." 

Not so bad, eh?

Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" ended as the pillow landed inches away from me on Saurab's lap. 

Akhil to Saurab: "OK OK, since it is your wife's birthday and your wedding was only 2 weeks ago, tell us how you proposed to her."

Saurab to group: "Um, I never proposed to her. We were arranged."

Silence.

Akhil to Saurab: "OK, then tell us about your first dance together."

Saurab to group: "Um, we haven't had one yet."

Silence.

OK OK, so maybe Delhi isn't quite the same as America.