Dolphin Bar at the Royal Bombay Yacht Club |
I won't get into the time worn argument about clubs being a colonial hang-over and the last refuge for the dying elite who still pine for the Raj. I am an unapologetic Clubby (if there is such a term, like the now ubiquitous Foodie). Friends and family tease me — saying my hobby is to ‘collect’ Club Memberships. But, I leave that for pop-psychologists. While travelling — both within the country and abroad — I try to take time off to check-out clubs of that city.
Clubs provide a unique insight into the local gentry. The best dip-stick of a club’s culture is the bar. A good barman has a Jeeves-like quality. He not only knows the favourite tipple of the regulars but is also able to guess the likely preferences of an outstation guest and remember the choice even on the guest's next visit, several months later.
The best way to befriend people is to stand or sit at the bar counter perched on a high stool. Do this even if you are with a companion, especially a lady — it’s the surest way to get people talking to you. All clubs have groups and cliques — who are standard fixtures in the coffee room or the verandah — but they sometime tend to be snooty, incestuous and insular — therefore, better left alone.
The Men's Bar at The Calcutta Club |
All about Men
Call me a pig or take me to the gallows of social media, but
clubs were conceived for men — or to be more precise, gentlemen. So the
character of a pedigreed club is essentially male (quite distinct from
masculine — male being a mental attribute whereas masculinity is a function of
muscles and hormones). Even if many clubs have opened their doors to women and
the “Men’s Bar” is becoming progressively extinct (at last count, the
Bangalore Club, Calcutta Club and Ooty Club were a few remaining with exclusive
“Men Only” bars) they are far from gender agnostic. And, “real” social clubs generally
do not have sports facilities (best ones don’t even have a gym) — those are
meant for Gymkhanas or Sports Clubs — like golf, cricket, football, swimming or
tennis.
But, surely like all institutions, clubs need to evolve — without compromising their unique character — otherwise, they go into decay. Many clubs have been ruined by indiscriminately increasing the membership base — in the name of commercial viability — yet some have changed beautifully with the times. The Royal Bombay Yacht Club (RBYC) is one of them.
But, surely like all institutions, clubs need to evolve — without compromising their unique character — otherwise, they go into decay. Many clubs have been ruined by indiscriminately increasing the membership base — in the name of commercial viability — yet some have changed beautifully with the times. The Royal Bombay Yacht Club (RBYC) is one of them.
Bar Night at RBYC |
I am 'Royal' and I'm a Club
Until a few years ago it stood like a beauty well past her
prime peering over Apollo Bunder (Colaba) into the Arabian Sea
pining for the good ol’ times. The dining room had a forlorn look with very
ordinary fare and the dimly lit Dolphin Bar had a few committed old drinkers.
The residential floors seemed haunted at night with cats running amok and the
rooms were depressing. But, over the last couple of years RBYC has not only
undergone a physical transformation — by restoration experts (not “renovation’’
— as most clubs tend to do) but has also been able to attract young
professionals as members, who have made the place “happening’’. The
F&B has improved dramatically with a vastly enlarged menu and even on a
regular evening the bar — now emboldened with the finest wines and spirits from
the world over (including imported ales and craft beers) is throbbing with
life. The refurbished residential rooms appointed with modern amenities, have
the feel of a heritage hotel in a prime location at one-fourth the price. To
see the sunrise over the Gateway of India — the sea dotted with fishing boats
and anchored yachts makes for a truly great start to the day. With increased
footfalls the service has also improved, one feels a new energy among the old
staff who are always unfailingly courteous and friendly without being over
familiar. Yet, with a relatively small membership base (of just around 1400) it
still retains a cosy atmosphere with an appropriate air of exclusivity.
Another Universe
Far away — in another part of the universe — is the
Bankipore Club in Patna. The BCP established in 1865, originally called the
"European Club’’ in Bankipore (then Civil Station of Patna District) was
out of bounds for Indians. Even now, some say in jest it is ‘out of bounds’ for
NBIs (Non-Bihari-Indians). But, that’s just a joke. On any evening it has a
mela like atmosphere — with litti-wallahs, kebab, chaat corners and the bar
resembling an upscale version of a TASMAC outlet down south or Bara-duari in
Calcutta’s Jaan-Bazar, for those who know.
The Ranchi Club |
The new Pool Bar at CCFC |
A Cricket Field with a Bar attached
The future is in the past
So do clubs have a place in today’s world — where leisure is at a premium and
tradition at a discount? A club they say is a state of mind between work and
home. The President of an iconic club — that still carries the “Royal” insignia
— told me that only those clubs will survive the test of time that realise “the
future lies in the past” — meaning they have to build on their heritage and
tradition to move forward. Otherwise, they will fade away over time
becoming undistinguished and indistinguishable.
Article originally published in Businessworld India (click here for link)
Also read my earlier blog on clubs Raj Redux
Also read my earlier blog on clubs Raj Redux
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