It's rare to hear your three favourite drunk-type, desi dance songs ­­­– Gulaabo, Senorita, Humma Humma – nearly back-to-back, as firang women, in exotic lehengas, lip-sync to it, almost word for word, pulling in guests (an equal mix of women and men) to the dance-floor, over a night that carries on until morning.

This, of course, could not happen in Mumbai. For one, the legit dance bar, such as the one we were at (Moshi Moshi in Singapore), doesn't exist in the city of its origin. Either way, cops would have swooped in to harass owners and customers, if a drinking-dancing place remained open until late anyway, because folk in Mumbai, according to the state, aren't entitled to too much fun.