Last night in India or the triumpf of the unexpected:)

My last night in Delhi, after four months of the unexpected last minute crazy adventure of singing in one of the world's best restaurants, was a night to remember. My incredible stay on the subcontinent sadly came to an end, but in what style! First, due to the visit of the emperor & empress of Japan (I know!), at my last performance we had an unprecedented large number of VIP-s & political celebrities, & show went on & on for much longer than usual. Finally after goodbye hugs with my pianist, I was planning to happily go to bed & get up early to have a cup of chai at dawn in one of old Delhi's cafés. My colleagues, however, had a different plan.  It turned out one of them celebrated his birthday a few days earlier & so it was time for a mini staff party, with me as a the guest of honour, as I never made it to any one before: always a trouble getting me back home because as adventurous as I would like to be, I was still a single white chick in India. Everything got absolutely maniac due to VIP presence & the restaurant was still packed way past 2 am so I waited packing my suitcase & struggling not to fall asleep. Finally around 3:25 am M. called me saying I should come outside & wait by the staff gate. The security folks were more surprised than if they'd seen an alien: a white female guest popping out, on her own, trying to explain it is ok, yes that time of the night, then jumping on a motorbike with one of the staff! And just to make it absolutely clear - I like adventure, but I am not foolish. Everything was arranged to make it safe for me. I knew  I was surrounded by people I could trust and taken well care of. (India is not as dangerous as it sadly seems). We arrived at M's place & I realised I am the only woman & of course, the only one not speaking Hindi. That did not stop the fun, because music & dancing is an international language. Soon enough, everyone was singing, dancing & laughing to some of the most famous Bollywood pop hits, including P, one of the oldest & most experienced waiters, whose famous dancing skills were mentioned to me a few times before. Everyone unanimously agreed I absolutely have to have a last dance with him, or rather a half an hour long bollywood dance off where I tried to, with all my desperate moves, defend the white race. In one of the mini breaks, the whole dancing party moved to another room  for a moment, only to, as I found out, wake up another colleague, R. with a bang & make his early shift a bit more miserable. Around 5:30 we wrapped it up & as promissed I was driven back to the hotel with a protection of three of the party revellers, who even though from Delhi, got lost a few times on the way back. We wandered around the streets waking up to a new day, with Hindi music blastic from the speakers. I arrived back knakcered and with a humongous headache from my colleagues' cigarette smoke but with heart full of incredible memories. I got to know a few people in the way I would never manage if I had not followed a crazy spontaneous plan & braved to do something unexpected. Yes i missed my chai, and some sleep, for sure, but I saw a different side of dawn in Delhi & experienced something I will never forget!