THE SECOND DAY of Diwali was even more spectacular than the first. There were so many bangs, fusillades and canons going off that you could be forgiven for thinking that you were in a war zone.
The kids set off the fireworks in the middle of the street apparently on their own whims, and every creature great and small is subject to colossal crackers. Unfortunately for yours truly, the second day of Diwali was spent abed, suffering my own colossal bangs and alarums from each end of my digestive tract.
On the way back to the apartment, we spotted two guys with a cow, pictured below. One sports a drum and one a nagaswaram, a reed trumpet instrument of South India. They were happy to have their pictures taken for 10 rupees.
The noise carried on throughout the night and the next day, with the streets of Bengaluru remarkably free of folk, even on the 100 Feet Road. Our own alarums of the digestive tract ceased when Diwali did, but we’re sorry we missed the crackers, rockets and mines. λ
ON THE EXAMINER a certain C Shanti has expressed scepticism about Apple’s Steven Jobs’ launch of yet more stuff that plays music and that.
Everywhere we go, people have tiny little plugs in their ear lugs – we’ve on some occasions seen people being decked by bicycles and buses because their little, lovely ears are filled up with earphones.
It puts people in a different world – actually a nihilistic world divorced from the banality of life – because of course they are “listening to what they like”.
You can shut yourself up in a cocoon like a butterfly and moth caterpillar and internalise, internalise again and again. But when the wasps specialising in butterflies and moths decide to lay their eggs in your cocoon, you might find you never get to spread your wings and instead become a tiny waspette, looking for daft moths and butterflies again. And earphones.
I sort of deplore earphones in peoples’ earlugs although I am liberal on many other topics. We should talk to each other – it’s taken goodness knows how many years for us faux chimps to develop speech. We don’t need Apple’s commercial crapitude to reverse people talking to each other, do we? And if they wear these lagged lughole warmers in Bangalore on the 100 Feet Road, they will be bygones of a past era. ♥
WE HAVE BEEN to Middle England, an interesting place in a county called Gloucestershire which appears to preserve things old and some things even older.
Middle England is up a bit from Oxford to the left from London, and down quite a lot from Aberdeen which is to top right in Scotland, so Middle England is down a lot and traverse Hadrian’s Wall and if they let you in, you will find it. It is very swampy up in Moreton-in-Marsh and environs. It was so wet yesterday a big show was called off, much to the chagrin of those that have chagrins. But opposite the very excellent Bakers Arms, in some quaint little village called Broad Campden, we spotted a tree which must be the mother and father of all sorts of trees.
What sort of tree is this? These villages are very quiet and do not have 100 Feet Roads, as far as we call tell. ♣
IT, over at his bog, complains that it’s hard to find good Indian nosh in San Francisco. It’s not, you know IT, it really isn’t.
There are plenty of places in SF where you can nosh out on your fave stuff – there’s two places just opposite the Hilton that are half decent.
However, you just cannot compare this with Ole Bengaluru. My bananas in the garden are no doubt growing nicely, but Nandini’s, just down the road from our office, serves up fab food at a cost you cannot imagine. Unfortunately, this is a “family restaurant” so you can’t get a beer.
For that go to the now famous 100 Feet Road, and to the Nandini Palace, where things get much spicier as you climb to the third floor. The Nandini Palace is where 100 Feet Road bends on the right before you get anywhere near TGI Friday and the Leela Palace. Nandini seems to have a big franchise on milk (dudh) in Bangalore too. ♣
OUR APARTMENT is just behind the strangely named 100 Feet Road in Indiranagar, Bangalore and is a haven of peace and quiet, with sweetly singing wrens and that.
The 100 Feet Road is much much longer than 100 feet. Just like the equally strangely named 80 Feet Road is much much longer than 80 feet.
Walk a little way to the crossroads pictured in this video below, and you can’t hear yourself scream. As you can hear. ♥