Chasing a delusion

"Do you believe in this shit?" the person in front of me asked uninterestingly, tapping a cigarette on the table while his other hand was stumbling its way to find the lighter. The dimly lit ambience of this pub in Bangalore was inviting more and more sane people at the door agreeing to be frisked by strangers in safari suits. The trance and thumps played by the Dj were sending mild tremors across the wooden floor. At the eye of everything was the dance floor with light rays of varied wavelengths creating patters on the walls and floor. Lost in this illusion were men and women blown away by cheap spirits and weed, performing the ritualistic dance of the modern tribes. A few feet away from this stampede of high heels and designer shoes, were groups of people seated in random order. There were all sorts of people,men staring at women, women smiling at random men, men and women staring at girls dressed in minimal fashion. Some blowing smoke rings in the air while their friends are discussing their obsession on ‘the doors’ and Windows Vista. Amidst this intellectual, tech savvy tipsy gypsies were a loving couple, lost in their own indulgence of mild love-making, the sound of their feverish moans were lost in the air which was currently preoccupied with the sound of music. Across the floor, ten feet away from this sexcapade on a table my friend krish found his lighter and lit his cigarette. "Believe in what?" I said, turning away from these distractions…