So I don’t quite know how to begin this –
I
guess it should be an apology for being so unbelievably lazy but since there’s
a sad probability that only Regina and I make up the lovely audience of this
blog, my apology should be (and rightfully is) directed to my beautiful blogger
bud: Sorry Regina. I’m a disgrace. I am truly ashamed that I have posted absolutely
nothing on here. In fact, we should totally strike off the ft. Bangalore part.
It’s all Madrid. But then again just “Madrid” is kind of cryptic and not as
catchy, and I like to think we are very concerned about our image and should
avoid any negative publicity.
It’s not for lack of trying, though, I
swear! I haven’t quite had the fabulous summer vacay that Regina has, and
hearing about her travels across Israel has brought out a bit of a green
monster in me. And that monster doesn’t write. It curls into a ball and spends
the holidays in a dark and depressed place, fixated on how bloody boring
Bangalore seems in comparison. That’s just the green monster, by the way, not
me.
It’s really not as dramatic as I make it
seem. I love Bangalore. Its cosy, comfy, the weather is pretty amazing and you
pretty much feel like you know everywhere and everything – its home.
Anyway, to the real substance of this post
(I wasn’t just going to waffle on with my lame excuses) – two points that
totally contradict what I just said but make me love the city that much more
because only a really amazing city can have good points that are also its bad
points, right?
1.
Notttt really as familiar as I
thought
2.
Weather isn’t all that great
all the time
Yesterday I decided to get off my bum and explore some of the city's culture so I went to Bangalore’s very own Soul Sante – a flea market that showcases and celebrates
art through craft, music, food and as they say right here on their poster – some
good old-fashioned fun.
ITPB is the International Tech Park
Bangalore – waaaay out in the boonies of Bangalore (Whitefield) and took us
about an hour and fifteen minutes to reach by car. It’s a big bunch of
buildings that, to my knowledge at least, house offices, labs and that sort of thing. I know this because some time ago I did an internship with a biotech company, Avesthagen (which does
really cool research btw on my heritage, I’m a Parsi, but we won’t get into
that) there and it was mostly just people at work. And it was all kind of high
security back then which made it the most random venue for thousands of people
to casually stroll into but, oh well, that’s where it happened.
So while driving along I saw about four
new hotels, two new malls, saree shops, restaurants, chemists, grocery stores... I know I’m just listing normal things here but I swear it was all so new, and
just block after block of gigantic apartment complexes with tons of people
all just milling about, carrying on with their lives, all casually as if
they had just been there all along. Which they have, except we didn’t know it
all existed. It is literally a whole other world there, right on the outskirts
of the city I claim to know and love so well. I didn’t know any of it. I guess
its good, all this development, but it feels so wrong!
Anyway, when we finally arrived in what I’d
normally describe to be the middle of nowhere but was without a doubt the
centre of some city (not MY city) there was utter chaos but the kind there’s
supposed to be at a flea market – with cars honking furiously at being stuck in
a long line for parking, people pushing pretty violently to get past the
entrance, and just general noise and confusion all around.
The grounds were basically lined with rows of stalls selling everything and anything – from clothes, lamps, soaps, candles, to furniture, caricatures, cupcakes and jewellery. My pictures are rubbish so you really can’t get a feel of the atmosphere, but it was pretty incredible. The smells of baked goods, from bread to brownies, delicious Nizam’s kati rolls (dog meat or chicken meat, they taste sooo good) mud, grass, incoming rain (!!!) mixed with those of new shoe & bag leather, scented candles and soaps, burning incense and also the not-so-pleasant odour of millions of mosquito coils. It was just getting dark so all the stall signs were lit up in pretty colours, and lanterns for sale were lit for effect as people tried more desperately to get rid of the stock at the end of the day.
I bought a couple of cushion covers and a
top that was dirt cheap, but overall didn’t get all that much shopping done,
because some of the nicest stuff was vastly overpriced and I guess we never
really reached all the stalls before the rain came.
Without so much as a clap of thunder for
warning it suddenly pelted down with such force, everyone was left scrambling
for cover in the nearest stall, all merchandise forgotten. Fortunately I guess,
I wasn’t near the food section to witness what kind of havoc the rain was
wreaking over there but from where I was perched on a soggy table under an even
soggier tent, it soon became apparent that the market was pretty much over. The
music stopped abruptly, though there was a moment where it seemed like we’d all
continue and it would become a sort of crazy and fun rain-dance but it was a
bit of a failure and I guess for the best. An announcement told us that the
fashion show was cancelled, “the models were drenched backstage” and we waited
till the rain slowed, not stopped completely (cleverly, I think – to escape a mad rush at the exit), and trudged our
way through the thick and squelchy mud to the mall next door.
Here we ended up eating the most disgusting
Mexican food ever and being that it was at the food court, I can safely say I
really expected nothing less. It was a pretty disastrous end to what I can
imagine would have been a really beautiful evening, with the music and the
smells and such, so Bangalore weather let me down a bit here, I’d have to say.
Still love you loads though, Bangalore rain. But timing really is everything.
Riana xxx
PS: Reals sorry if this reads like a 9th grade descriptive essay "The Carnival" or something but it really was kinda cliché-y carnival-y.
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