For the first time in my tenure in Singapore, I had been to a party place. Anticipation of highs, with dances and a bewildered crowd crossed through the mind. Of all the places this was of course, the most widely discussed, criticized and loved about.
To begin with, this was a planned arrangement ! I don't know why. It really was, at least for some minds. It was a long time in Singapore and I hadn't checked out the party place yet ! So gathered with a few newly made pals and then were all dressed up for the fun event. I looked like the plain old geeky nerd with a plain old casual shirt, jeans and a pair of flip-flops, someone who thinks its cool, but actually it isn't. And gracious me, I was in the university doing some nonsense stuff the very same day and joined without a change. So, packed with a couple of dollars and excitement, we arrived.
The place, an agglomeration with clogged bars, open-air chairs and artificial trees. Not to forget, the popular live bands amidst the cramped spaces. And not to forget the bridge setup and open spaces which I dreamt of all the time to sit. We then went in search of one of our pals who was already having a ball with his foreign chaps and to our surprise, he was on high "spirits". He finally caught up with us and gulped a few more to his never-ending thirst. And the fun he cracked was making me remind of my Indian fellows back home, who went on a rampage of flocking around doing weird things.
As nobody had dinner, we thought of having a quick snack at a local store. To the surprise, after looking at the scenario across the entire place and a LIVE cricket match, my hunger vanished. We then went back to the bridge, and sat for a short talk before the real play. The bridge was a platform made for the guzzlers, with large decks to sit on. And a lake beneath, with a carcass of steps lining its boundaries to add to the beauty. Emotions began to spurt out amidst the get-together talk, with some highs and lows taking it to a memorable stage. And then was more magical. It started to drizzle, just like you see in a movie. Picture perfect, but actually turning out as a dampener which switched the open-air event to a closed one, as more audiences jammed the tightly crammed spaces, locked and helpless.
As we were all students looking for their wallets and the place is a steep cutter on expenses part, we then barged into a club to save ourselves from the waters and started to jig around. Not much as in a break dance fashion, but a stationary one, grooving to the music from the live bands with just our upper halves swirling around as it was a packed house. It was a Scottish pub in a candlelight theme with sit-up chairs and sofa sets as in an old era with no cover charges. The dance floor turned out be a small platform where in at most of five persons can swing freely. To our surprise, one of us was on a roll and was just jumping like a spring all the place, whirling and hustling to the beats. A great fun to watch people having a gala time, a first-time experience.
Returning back from the place was also scenic with roads being a treat to watch in the night. One of the group members commented that it looked exactly how our Indian counterpart resembled it, making me feel home-sick for an instant. A cool breeze among the nature-clad roads in a rented cab with a zephyr of water in the air from the roads made by the transits finished the night with an ice-cream ! Crashing was in a friend's dorm room, a minuscule piece to slop down but had not other way.
Guess this night will still be lingered about for some days to come.