The word ‘dawaat’ has a different connotation for expatriates of Bangladesh, it is a term for Bangladeshi party. When it comes to partying, Bangladeshis are all about food, we can call dawaats food festivals as well! Sometimes there is a hidden competition as to which party offered more entres. Really, is it the trait that we people like to feed and eat?

But that’s not all, there is more! It also includes chatting; we call it ‘adda’. In Bangladesh I was very much fond of addas, call me ‘adda-baaj’ with friends or families. I always learnt something new in those discussions, or at least gained pure joy of being with friends.

Adda with Friends Ctr: syFor Bangladeshi expatriates adda has taken a different shape in the form of dawaat. Here, we go to a party being all dressed up. Most of the cases male and female areas are separated. If you go with your husband or a male friend (although there is a risk of generating gossip if you are an unmarried women and taking a male friend with you), there is a risk that you won’t see him for the next few hours until the party is over. It seems to me to be the old days of ‘Andar Mahal’ (inner house for women); it also seems funny in a way that the same women who are working with both men and women in their real lives become ‘Antopoor Bashinis’ (captive women) here!

Then comes the adda part, the discussion. In male area, stock market, career etc. can be some of the main topics. But nothing can supercede some heated discussion over Bangladeshi politics and how everything in Bangladesh is going wrong. My knowledge about male discussion is limited though since I am not allowed in there. In female area, topics usually revolve around children, cooking, saari, jewelry, a recent BD tv show etc. I am not a big fan of jewelries or generally speaking, any kind of symbols of consumerism. So oftentimes I become a misfit in this type of discussion. I usually like to share my thoughts with my husband, who is a good friend of mine. So when the party is over and I get to see him, what a relief I can talk to him now!

I can never understand this segregation in dawaats. Male-female separation in the traditional society was created when women were considered inferior and weren’t allowed to mingle with the society, when home was the only area for them. I thought we have passed those behind. So why are we bringing back those backward days? And why do I see smart and educated women settling for this? I don’t know. May be you readers can give some insights regarding this.

However, not all dawaats are like these. I have been in dawaats where it becomes a real adda with friends; we talk for hours passing midnight. Sometimes in small groups, adda becomes real effective. Food does not take over but the interaction does, discussion becomes constructive and thoughtful. Well, it does not always have to be thoughtful as long as you enjoy the company of your friends. And I really enjoy those types of dawaats!