Maddy says, “Before we begin this weird yet hilarious piece, a thing to keep in mind; this entire story is from the perception of my friend, the chicken (A character from all my previous stories). Trust me, it is better this way.”
Like the rest of my stories, these stories are true to a level but should be considered fictional as I may HAVE exaggerated some actions/events to give it a better effect.
But with respect to the five-star hotel, Denissons in Hubli, all facts are true. So you MAY consider these details that I’ll mention of the place.
Diving into the chicken’s perception
Seven o’ clock or so in the evening and we were peacefully listening to a song called, “Alai” being played live in front of us in Hubli. ‘Alai’ means waves or waves of bliss released by Isha Foundation sometime ago. I’d become a Sadhguru follower sometime after my friend Koala, who also turns out to be the owner of this site, told me a lot about him.
Sadhguru is an Indian mystic who is also known to be an enlightened being, has hundreds of millions of followers all over the world. He visits places all over the world, speaking of inner engineering.
This time he visited Hubli, Karnataka. Since this city is close to our place, Koala and I decided to see Sadhguru ourselves, no matter what. So here we were, the show was over. A band was playing “Alai” … beautifully. Koala on my right was literally dancing to the song, completely immersed in it. I was a little more self-conscious. I just stood there enjoying the music and watching everyone leave.
Then suddenly Koala turned to me, “Dude, I need to use the washroom. Where is it?” I replied, “Yeah, I need to go to. Let’s have a look around.”
As the place was filled with about 7000 people just a few minutes ago, it took some time to get out of the place. Once we reached out, the Denisson’s hotel building stood before us with its lavish lights. Koala was now jumping around impatiently, “I need to go! It’s urgent.” Well, this was embarrassing.
Entering the Hotel
We walked up to the hotel building. We wanted to ask someone around us if anyone knew about any lavatories around. But as we walked, we saw a Mercedez, a Jaguar, and a few other cars which made one thing clear to us: This isn’t where we belong. Somehow we asked one of the securities on duty if we could use the hotel’s washroom and he let us in.
Finally! We quickly rushed in through the lobby and into the bathrooms. When we got out with a sense of relief, we started to look around the rich, exquisite interiors of the place. The whole place seemed golden due to the lightings and had a breathtaking crystal chandelier at the lobby if I’m not wrong. On the left from the entrance, there was a broad elegant stairway.
Koala looked at it and gestured me to go up. As far as we don’t go too far with this, I thought it was okay. So we went up. At the first floor, the grand stairway ended and you could go up either by lift or a much smaller stairway which was always empty.
We first decided to give the first floor a look around. We found a huge, dark conference room with an enormous V-shaped desk facing a screen. I guess this is where Sadhguru sat for his conference earlier today. We then went out to a balcony, with a buffet and a group of men in waistcoats ready to serve. As we walked in, one of the waiters came up.
I was about to say, “No, we can’t afford anything here,” when Koala took charge, “We’re just taking a walk around.” That was daring. From the balcony, we could see a spa, a swimming pool, and a well-maintained garden. I guess we would have had a better at the daytime. From here, I thought we would go back down and out.
Going up further
But Koala had different plans. He headed up the stairs again and said, “Let’s have a look at the terrace. I think that’s a party place or something.”
“Dude, let us at least ask someone before we go up.” I insisted but he was already halfway to the next floor. So I had no choice and went up too. We ran up till the sixth floor only to find the doors locked so we came back down to the fifth.
“If we can’t go by stairs, then we have the lift,” he said thoughtfully. As an interior enthusiast and a part-time designer, I took some pics of the ceiling in front of the elevator. I tried telling him again, “We’ll at least ask for permission from someone.”
Koala, as he was, replied with a smile, “As long as no one knows we’re outsiders, we’ll be fine.” Then a person in a blue suit, pants, a fully shaved head, and probably overpriced shoes came up to the lift. I don’t know if it was the lighting, but he clearly looked like caucasian. The lift doors opened and we three got in. The ‘Caucasian’ pressed the ‘G’ button. Koala told him, “We’re headed to the terrace.”
The highlight of the day
“You guys going to the terrace?” He asked in a thick unfamiliar accent as he pressed the terrace button for us. The lift started to head down from the fifth to the ground floor. Koala replied, “Yeah, we’re just touring around.”
My curiosity got the best of me, so I asked, “Which country are you from?”
He replied, “I’m from Hubli actually. In fact, I’m the vice-president of this hotel, Denissons.”
I turned around to Koala. We froze for a few seconds.
“You guys staying down here?” the ‘vice-president’ asked. (It’s in inverted commas as I still couldn’t believe it)
I tried to reply, but nothing came out. Koala replied immediately, “Yes, we’re staying down here… nice to meet you.”
The doors opened and he was walking out when Koala spoke again, “May I know your name?”
I’m not sure if we heard right, but we think he said, “Chetan… Chetan Kamath.”
Then the doors closed and the lift started going up. We stood still in a shock for some time. Well… that was a memorable experience.
The splendid balcony
Then we reached the terrace. It wasn’t exactly a party place like Koala imagined but there was soft music in the air, soft breeze. I assume there were about a dozen tables here for the visitors (not visitors like us I’m sure) and at the corner, there was a bar with various spirits in tempting colors.
Koala and I walked up to the side of the terrace which overlooked the grounds on which Sadhguru had come up on stage. The way was spectacular. There was slightly noisy traffic of the vehicles leaving the place though.
At that moment, the phone rang. Koala picked it up, it was his mother’s call. I could hear someone shouting from the other end of the call. I looked at the time and then looked up at Koala as he put down the phone.
Shit, we were late.