Happy Days of An Angry Person Pt 2

Right, continuing with the happy posts of adventures these past weeks, here is the second one. This one reminded me that intelligence is not necessarily accompanied by class or sophistication.

This is an account of what happened on the night of 28th Fevrier 2014. It was the evening of CARNAVAL at Alliance Francaise. Scheduled to start at 7, me and my classmates had plenty of time after our class which ends at 4. We spent most of that time at the Cafeteria, but after 2 hours even that got too boring. So 4 of us headed out to India Habitat Centre's food court, Eatopia, where they have a fun zone for little kids with arcade games and air hockey.

We all took turns playing the games, and I did laughably bad at all of them. In air hockey, I kept scoring own goals which were just... well my friends simply said, 'Dude, its you', and that seemed explanatory enough. We then headed back to Alliance for the fun evening ahead, where we were joined by the rest of our group. While waiting in the auditorium, the event staff was doing sound checks, where they played the kind of songs you may get to hear playing in a rickety state bus of Uttar Pradesh heading south east. Having gotten a slight idea of what the evening's standards may be, me and the eldest of our young group, decided we would need some flavour to set the mood for the evening.

We headed out, and got an auto. While asking him to hurry up, he told us of a different and more conveniently located flavour shop, and he seemed like quite the flavourful character himself, so we went with his expertise of the area. On our trip, he entertained us with his tales of passenger adventures which seemed fictional but we didn't want to cause any trouble after his helpfulness, so we just heard him out and nodded from time to time. Armed with flavour for our group, we were back by which time the costume competition was already underway and we had missed a couple of performances. The number of participants was short, and we saw some fun performances, even got the shock to see our librarian dancing in traditional Indian dress to Livin la Vida Loca, but mind you, she danced very well.

But soon enough, it was time for the main event everyone was there for, the DJ and Dance. It was in the courtyard of the area, and as we headed out of the auditorium, me and the group were one of the first to take to the dancefloor. I had borrowed my friend's Jabawockee mask, to which my flavour partner added two prominent red kisses, in which I case, I was lucky to have my face hidden because I had turned red too.

It was soon clear that the DJ for the night was called keeping in mind the nature of the majority of people there, and he only played bollywood songs, not a single english EDM track or even a French one. As the dancing continued, the nature of some became more apparent with their dance styles and poor choice of shouts, where like I said, they may be intelligent these people, but they ain't got no class. Our original plan was to party till late, but as time passed, the girls in our group started getting those phone calls from home, and we all left a little earlier than planned.

We stayed and partied long enough, and left fashionable early. We had our fun, and kept the peace at home, a balance of situations that suited all in our group. It was a night, that brought all of us closer, as friends, and started building bonds of trust. I will never forget that night, it was fun, full of joy and love and music. J'aime mes amis ici.