When summer arrives it can only mean one thing for girls and boys my age. That one thing being long nights full of non stop, dance till you drop, sometimes even alcohol induced - full fledged partying. It is that time of year when we don’t worry about passing an upcoming exam and fully focus our attention on having some fun! While for many this does not mean dancing in a club till 4 am, a considerable amount of us do enjoy doing this.

Since a larger part of this partying does occur in Colombo, we most definitely find the one club which is then labelled the ‘hot spot’ of the season. This means that all and sundry will end up in this jam-packed little room. Further, the entire room is soon engulfed in smoke that does nothing for your eyes. So through the smarting pain you tearily make your way towards the dance floor where you elbow away familiar faces for your little spot.

Whilst enjoying the music you will find that every now and again, someone encroaches on your space whilst doing a little jig. This is a clear signal for you to jump in and chase away the sucker by waving your hands around like a crazy chicken and glaring dementedly at the intruder. All this is done like the mother lioness protecting her cubs ( in this case the cubs being the six inches of floor space you have marked as your own)

Invariably if you find yourself dancing with your other girlfriends, it is most likely that in a matter of minutes some greasy middle aged bald man tries to woo you with some strange moves from the seventies. Whist he stomps around you like a man who can only be described as running around with ants in his pants, it becomes your sole mission in life to ‘shoo’ the infiltrator away.

Although this picture I paint does seem rather horrid, there have been many nights full of great fun. Most of them are those nights where all the girls decide to get rid of any boys. I myself love to dance and nothing is more satisfying sometimes than dancing away with your girlfriends, music throbbing in your ears and your feet feeling numb and sore from shoe cuts.

Quite frankly there is the general consensus that clubbing in Sri Lanka can only mean drugs, the family name being tainted and all things bad. However I can assure you that for my friends and I, it’s quite the contrary. It is more who you befriend that makes this difference.

Then there have been those nights where some idiot of a male specimen tries to be too cheeky. I have witnessed many girls simply ignoring an incident that clearly is a violation of someone’s personal space. The one time this did happen to me, I screeched away resembling a maddened banshee and asked the specimen where his shame was, telling him to get out. I did not stop yelling until he hurried outside, now reduced to an embarrassed puppy. After this, completely angered I left and have not been to this club ever since.

One cannot forget certain individuals of the female form, skimpily clad (despite the not-so-hidden bulges) running around like an animal that’s just let loose from its cage. I believe that this unfortunately, is the reason for the aforementioned behaviour by certain men. Therefore I blame that girl dancing suggestively making an utter disgrace of herself, for encouraging the men as well!