Merchant - Marched in and out of Singapore!

Jabir and I must have had endless conversations on how much fun we would have when he comes to Singapore and he finally arrived at 5.30 hrs by Air India. I had sparesely slept so obviously I could not get up on time and was rushing out of my house to the airport when he called and I did what I always do - lied.

We knew we would have a great time but it would be so fun filled was not expected. We started off with the first evening at Clarke Quay. We went to crazy Elephant and the man in black was all smles with beer over flowing and the pool table calling for him. By the end of the evening, we were pretty high and Santosh had found some common friend who he knew as well. Laughter and "Hail India!" was in the air and Vishal did not drop a single opportunity to express his never ceasing desire to just head back to India. The evening had not even ended when the next day's plan was carefuly drafted.

If it was not for Jabir, I would have never woken up at 10AM. Who on earth gets up so early on a holiday after sleeping at 4 AM? We were headed to Sentosa island and bumped into Elaine at the cab stand. It was great since she gave us a hitch till Harbour front. My new camera was being used to the fullest and after Rahul and Vishal joined us, we were on a Cable Car with a glass bottom (important to quote that since it was the most expensive and wasted almost half hour waiting for the exclusive one)

Rahul, the Engineer was beginning to take control of the camera. I did not mind it much given it ensured I will not be the one behind the camera all the time. And we finally walk through the Merlion and find our very favourite - Bikini Bar (not because we knew anything about the bar but because there was very little to guess given the name). And we had a ball..... For 6 hours all we did was drink and Jabir was busy with Pool. The high point was when he was playing against some Firangis and they lost one after another and kept coming back to lose all over again. All of you who know him can almost visualise his expressions, calm and collected on the outside and inside screaming out - fucker, I got you too! Anyways, these firangi's kept giving lagaan to us in the form of booze on the house for each game that they lost. We were smiling and getting more and more drunk.

We left the bar at about 7 in th evening and were famished since none of us realised that beer is not a food supplement. Went to Holland Village and hogged like there was no tomorrow. Walked into Wala Wala, my favourite saturday night spot that hosts a live band. And to my disappointment, my favourite band was not playing that night. What followed was my usual headache and I held a Tiger balm (can be the best brand ambassador for any pain reliever) and the rest were holding beer bottles. After drinking for 13 hours we were hungry again and went to a food court and ate and ate and ate...

We reached home at about 3AM and woke up the lady marmalade, Chisy busy Das. Had some leg pulling sesions and when could barely keep myself away from the bed, Jabir with yet another drink in hand, insisted that I listen to some Metallica. So, I was on the couch with my eyes shut and nodding along like I was loving the beats while none of it was even passing through my sensory nerves to identify it as sound.

This is how the second day ended. If you think you enjoying the read, leave comments. If you dont, gloat in your so called great writing is not like this attitude. Remember there are 8 more days of fun to go....