Picture this: a 16-story luxury shopping mall modeled after the elegance of the Roman empire. The highest-end stores, fine dining, and on the roof, an open-air bar with the best view of the skyline, a dance floor, and a dace permit (dancing is not permitted in Bangalore without permission).
Add the best group of interns you could ask for - all international students starved for dance and drinks - and you'll get an idea of one of the most fantastic nights I've spent in India:
Carol (Brazil), Mariya (Bulgaria), Dan (Columbia), Laura (Mexico), Monica
To be honest, I usually don't like going to dance clubs; I was even a bit skeptical about this one. It's just awkward when no one can dance and random guys grab your hips and (poorly) attempt to bust a move. But it's a totally different story when you're with people who know real dancing - I'm not talking about just the ability to bounce to the beat or trust your hips - and the other people at the bar are too timid to try anything. We owned the club that night, and with the view, it felt like the entire world was at our feet. And it was the best feeling in the world.
P.S. If you're worried about the drinking age in India, don't be. It's 18.
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