If there's one thing I really wish would happen: I would wish that someone burnt that fucking RPM in Vasant Vihar down. You know why? Its pathetic. Every Monday afternoon, you see dozens of school kids (in their uniforms) getting drunk and fist fighting outside while the cops are breaking them up. In evenings, if you're standing around you see the weirdest of the lot abusing loudly and making passes at almost anyone from an aunty of 60 to a 6th grader chick.
I went there once, what led me into that madness I don't know. One thing for sure: I knew I would never get back there again. It was 12 at night, I remember, I had polished of two whiskeys which hadn't made me feel worse than drinking Rasna. There were few people around. A very vague crowd. Three guys 'dirty' dancing, one chick sauntering in and out with her phone, one Russian chick sitting with four guys that looked straight out of Hindi movie-song dance troupe. Teasing her between gulping their beers. The music was Hip-Hop, and you could kill the DJ, for not understand English.
I had to rush out.
I know good people who wish the same. I know we all get wild, with all that we do. But hey; this is one heel. Where Lucifer may say is not in style. Just a warning, in case.