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diaries of a certain bangalorean
In case you didn't know, I spent Valentine's Day in Bangalore. But no, it wasn't that bad and all so pitiful. You can keep your hankies away. Because all in a night, I was rocking to glam metal music, drowned myself in alcohol, did a sing-aloud busker session with Kat along the streets, swore at our stupid driver and made nuisance pranks calls to my boyfriend. See, I still am eccentric no matter where my coordinates are.Just when the clock struck midnight, the bunch of us were grooving to the tunes to Warrant and Bon Jovi at Hard Rock Cafe, along with the dozens of dozens of expats who probably had nothing to do (and nowhere to go).High ceilings allow endless space for wall-mounted rock memorabilia, from guitars and drumsticks to rock-studded gloves. I spotted Jani Lane's guitar! There was no live band, but no lack of quality rock songs to jam up the atmosphere. Kat and I sung our hearts out. The days' work wore us out and knocking back a couple of ice cold beer helped. Since Kat could do a good rendition of
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