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.


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