Bangalore!

Its a lil surprising how drunk and dumb a city can get, you seem to find humour in the smallest things everywhere you go, anorexic women, guys wid gelled hair and low-waist jeans who look exactly like each other. Makes you wonder if there is anything people here do apart from stepping out in fancy clothes and gracing the draught counterpart of what we call beer, not that Chennai gives you anything worth classifying as actual beer.
The past few days have been a weird mix of random things, a forced vacation or rather the inability to keep up to what I have taken up as a job brought me here at a mere half hour notice.
- Shopping at the Leela Palace, a wannabe palace like just like most of the city is, satisfied with a lil glimpse of what it could/ should have been
- Three girls in a liquor shop at the Leela (no I refuse to call it a friggin palace), bad bad idea. Sula was the only thing we could settle for without risking a bad liquor day. And which one came more out of a recall of a gift I'd rather not remember.
- Purple Haze, and the singing out loud. Chasing Cars and Caesar!....aimless talks....endless beer...kicks out of an old couple getting cozy adjacent to our table.
- Aimless drive to the faaaar away airport. The aimless search for a tea stall in the middle of the night...
- Roof top curd rice
- Ice Spice and the dumb boundaries, the waiters who felt shifting a few inches would make them fall right in the legality of the smoking ban. Honestly save the few inches I salute you for obeying the law.
- Wine at the shady Scottish bar, the friendly and not-so-efficient bar tender. Golconda wine with the unusual sweetness.
- Sula on the balcony and the silence.
- The tears and the hugs.
Bangalore, subtle and loud in its own way, dumb in another. The city doesnt really make you fall in love with it or anything about yourself but the strangeness of the streets is a comfort I haven't felt in a long long time. Its soothing and scary at the same time. Walking on the streets is comforting, crossing roads isn't. No one seems to look ahead while walking the roads, looking around seems more in vogue. Metaphorical as it may sound, looking behind is worse perhaps.