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A cataclysm of raves in the city

Sensorial Sensation Rise was an immersive celebration

Sensorial Sensation Rise was an immersive celebration  

Budweiser Sensation Rise 2018 at Gachibowli Stadium does come with its ups and downs — but it sure is worth it

“Been to Sensation this past weekend?” While some argued on social media that Sensation 2016 was the undeniable trophy-holder, this year’s Budweiser Sensation Rise had a different character to it, with an illuminated wired sculpture of a figure rising up from behind the stage.

But, let’s start from the beginning. The security were strict about dress code; if you weren’t in all white, you can have your night elsewhere. One bouncer, clearly the leader of the pack, stood in the entry way, his bulbous arms crossed as if to say ‘don’t mess with me or with policy.’

A man in his fifties dressed in white, except for the vibrant orange stripe across his T-shirt, got into a squabble with security, yelling “I paid ₹4,50,000 for a table; and they’re refusing me entry because of some stripe!” Ducking past him, I gave him a thumbs-up and wished him the best. I overheard one girl say, “This would be a great social commentary on white privilege,” before cackling with her friends.

One of my childhood friends, who’d accompanied me to Sensation, was wearing grey sweats and wasn’t given entryway. Determined to not let this ruin his night, he ventured to SLN mall in an auto and scurried into Van Huesen and bought a pair of white pants. Recounting the story to me, he said, “my card wasn’t working, but the cashier was super nice and said, ‘pay me through Google Pay.’”

The next challenge was to get back to the venue. My white-clad friend stood on the roadside with under 10% battery on his phone, his gaze darting into the inching traffic. Suddenly a young auto driver approached him and just says, like something out of a movie, “I’ll take you where you need to go,” obviously having seen his outfit. By the time my friend returned successfully, and giving a nod to the head boucner who’s earlier refused him entry, the party had started to pick up.

The stadium, packed with 18,000 attendees, resembled a foaming sea bathed in the lights and occasional confetti and ribbon explosion. No expense was spared in the experiential spectacle; if you looked away long enough, you’d have missed something eye-grabbing. Essentially it was all about escapism and later my friend told me, “I may have gone out and spent an hour hunting for white pants, but I can say that this is worth it.”

A cataclysm of raves in the city

The most beautiful part of the night were undoubtedly the musical tributes to the late legend Avicii. The line-up featured Robin Schulz, Sander Van Doorn, Nicky Romero, Sam Feldt, Nucleya, WhoIsJody and Mr White. Some people had tears in their eyes while dancing to Levels and especially to Nicky Romero’s famous collaboration with Avicii I Could Be The One.

However, the crowd went all out once their Goan boy Nucleya hit the decks. People who’d sat down to rest their feet were waiting for this. The collective pride for their home-boy, who’d already performed dozens if not hundreds of shows in the city, was inexplicable. Performing his latest tracks including Mirza and his classics, the crowd went wild as if the constituents in the air had changed.

By 1am, my feet like those of surely everyone in the venue were throbbing with the best kind of pain — similar to a post-workout pain but many more happy hormones.

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