Due to unfathomable reasons, curfew strikes at 30 minutes before midnight. Party people everywhere feel sorely about this because come on, even Cinderella got to down shots till 12. The witching hour in metropolitan India is spelt with a b – we will go obediently into that night, but we will not go quietly.

It was in this spirit of rebellion that Sam—after being unceremoniously nudged off a previously friendly bar counter—decided that he would have a word with the authorities.

Explain to them that there is no logical connect between late nights and reckless behaviour. It would be an amiable chat; he would get them to see sense.

Sam might have, if he didn’t stop to have this friendly chat at a traffic policeman’s booth in the city’s busiest intersection. There followed the breath analyser test, which Sam aced, much to his surprise. The judge was sober to character and Sam was ordered to pay a hefty sum in fines.

And the curfew stays where it is.

So the next time you’re nudged off a friendly bar counter at 11.30pm, you know whom to blame.



Deepa Menon



Deepa Menon is Assistant Editor of CityInfo