Bowling... Blowing?

I left home around 2.45, 9.9 times out of time, wherever it is my destination lies, I have to pass through the Nayandhalli junction. This day was no different but suddenly at the junction there seems to be a massive scale of get-together happening of some sorts. Usually, I go through that small village-ish sort of place that takes you to chandra layout in order to avoid the traffic hold ups in front of BHEL up ahead. With the swift uncanny abilites, being the self proclaimed Sherlock Holmes that I am, I deduced in an instant that it's an accident and dismissed the issue from my mind, for I was thinking about bowling, the bowling alley was where I was headed. Now, I am no ten pin master, I have only bowled like five times till now, but none the less, it is one of my recent fascinations, whee!



I go a KM or so ahead and then, my phone started ringing, it must be her, she always does this when I am on my way, and I almost always feel how does calling on the cell when I am on my way make me reach faster in anyway? If anything that's going to rob some precious minutes away from me. I stop to the side,

me: yellow
she: where are you?
me: If you allow me I will reach in 20 minutes
she: NO, there are some bomb blasts, don't come go back, where are you?
me: what? where?
she: Mysore road and all
me: Ah that was bomb blast? ah that explains it
she: hmmm.. go back

I had already seen the traffic situation back there, I thought if I turned around I will be stuck in that mess till eternity, so I soldiered on.

Now my friends, I should draw your attention to one thing, the last time me and my pals decided to go bowling in star city, the news of a localized riot regarding somebody's blatant disregard for secular harmony, the swine incident and what not had rolled out the credit scenes and the customary "THE END" prematurely.

And today, Bombs.. Dude you gotta be kidding me.. thats two out of two times in a space of a week, gah!

Well, I don't have much to say about these people who are responsible for such dastardly acts, guess that makes them feel virile, the most.. apart from the times when they make passionate man love to their followers or whatever, in whichever hell hole they live. And if these people are ever caught don't bother with going to court then debating on trivial issues like what has to be done. There was this practice in ancient Greece or somewhere, where the accused person's heart was ripped out by someone by inserting his hand through the accused's bottom and pull it out the same way. Thing is, these nincompoops will, I can only presume, rather feel extremely delighted when this ritual starts, they will enjoy and savor every moment of it, until suddenly their hearts drop out their back, talk about practical jokes!

And we did see it coming didn't we, but the so called responsible people were too complacent, much the same way in other cities too no doubt, taking the case of Ahmedabad as an example. I mean, they spend majority of their lives harassing couples in parks, malls, hawkers, vendors by the side of the road, almost everybody. They are like a new breed of eunuchs, only difference is, these people also have pension plans and job securities. I honestly believe, these people should get their priorities right and spend their time in more meaningful pursuits rather than harass couples, and innocent civilians.

Five years ago I would have sworn that if I stayed in India then it has to be in Bangalore and nowhere else, nothing else would do. From then, a bit of thinking while sitting under my portico that served as a rudimentary banyan tree, I have achieved enlightenment!

You see, people always harp on about the '70s especially in the western world. For me, I'd give half a limb and a kidney if allowed to stay in the Bangalore of the late '90s. I guess that was the peak of things. Of course, I wasn't here in the late '90s but I would like to take a punt and argue that I am not wrong.

Imagine being an engineering student back then, head out to brigade, watch movies at ridiculously low prices, I mean I have watched MI2 not long ago paying 35 bucks for the balcony seat. Cheap petrol, no traffic, no hassles to find parking space, no need to book tickets three years before. I mean all the mulitplexes are always booked, where are all these people coming from? and how do they manage to be free on weekday mornings when I decide to go assuming nobody's gonna be free to watch movies on weekday mornings?, at 10.. gah, this is just plain ridiculous.

The whole of Bangalore is waiting to burst at the seams, its crowded, over priced, the same places the same things to do and the costs, OMG I just wanna murder myself, 250bucks for a movie ticket? 120 minutes long? 150 for a cup of coffee.. I mean it isn't much, but if you are a student and are having a month long holiday, you will feel the heat where it hurts the most. Even though I am going to be joining the "dark forces" sometime soon, I must concede, the IT junta has ruined Bangalore :(


Where be the Super/Spider/Bat Men of the city?