The 3 of us watched awestruck and perhaps a little horror stricken at the unfolding chaos. Even as sirens screamed past Lido cinema, we watched in mesmerized wonder, the giant video screen situated at the theatre's main foyer.
Someone had the presence of mind to switch the video feed to CNA rather than continue to show month old mindless previews of movies no longer showing.
It didn't matter whether you worked at Starbucks or were ordering a cafe latte. Everyone was watching the projection of images on canvas. Young, old, fat, fit, single or loving couple, we stood united watching a live broadcast of an urgently called parliament session.
We still weren't sure what was going on- but one thing was certain- The Ministry of Home Affairs was undergoing an upheaval of sorts.
The Gurkha compound near the former Biddari cememtaries in Mount Vernon, were sealed off a few days ago after an in-camp "scuffle". Many of us found in perplexing that police "Ang Chia", the vernacular Ah-Beng dialect for Riot vehicle were establishing a perimeter around the zone.
Using the Ministry's recent failures in duty as ammunition, Opposition leaders had finally found their voice to launch a full scale review of the rapidly declining reputation levels of our ever esteemed and "infalliable" Home Affairs minister.
It was like watching monkeys type complete works of Shakespeare.
Change was upon us. Many of us thought it was of the political kind.
Many of us were wrong.
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