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Bangalore is no pub capital

AFTER VISITING Bengaluru now for eight months we have come to the conclusion that any claim it has to be any kind of pub capital at all is completely bogus.

Most of the drinkerias are located off MG Road and Brigade Road but they’re no great shakes. Perhaps the best of a sorry bunch is Coconut Grove, on Church Street, a small bar attached to a restaurant and separated from the road by greenery. We were down there the other day and bumped into some would-be journalist hacks and some ex-pats. You can also pick up pirated books there – we saw a copy of White Tiger, by Aravind Adiga,  the recent winner of the Booker Prize. That was selling for Rs125 and was printed on a superior type of toilet paper.

The smoking ban in public places in India appears to be one of the best observed laws in India. While traffic laws are widely flouted, the smokers in the bars dutifully traipse out into the street and smoke their tabs while gazing wistfully at their friends and beers sitting two feet away in the open air. At least the temperatures in Ole Bengaluru are more forgiving than in Blighty – at this time of year the dedicated smokers stand outside shivering in the British cold and rain, paying homage to the great god Nicotine.

The hotels and coffee shops in Bengaluru appear to have decided that they may as well ban smoking even if they have open spaces as part of their property.  Just around the corner from this apartment in the Defence Colony is a branch of Coffee Day, looking onto the busy and very smoky 100 Feet Road. It has lots of seating outside but smoke there and you commit an offence, punishable with an on-spot fine of Rs250 if the cops nab you, it appears.

The egregious Leela Palace has a vast area of fake tropical jungle, on the edge of which are two restaurants. There is no place for a smoker to lurk – if the addict wants a fix, she or he has to traipse through another restaurant into a little corner to light up a tab.  The Oberoi, on MG Road, also has an area of greenery in the middle of the hotel. Smokers have to negotiate a dark little path and get their fix at two tiny ashtrays away from the eyes of those who must be obeyed. They cannot take their drinks – obviously people can’t have too much fun at the same time.

It’s not raining cats and dogs in Bengaluru

THE FIRST TIME I came to India was 30 years ago in 1978, and with a very few exceptions the only dogs here were street dogs – often in a very poor state and living off what they could forage. Very few people kept pets. There were also very few cats 30 years back, and that hasn’t changed.

But in modern day India a lot of people keep dogs as pets. Every morning, after the hoopoo bird has given me my early morning call, I go out on the balcony of the centre of laundry excellence and watch the proud owners of their pooches giving them an early morning walk.

Some of the guys walking their dogs also carry a big stick. This, I think, isn’t because they are going to beat their dogs or because they’re worried about early morning raiders – the streets of Bangalore so far seem very safe to me.
No, my suspicion is the sticks are there to ward off the street dogs.

After all, if your healthy and fit Alsatian is in heat, the last thing you want is for it to have a chance encounter with a street dog and you’re left with a litter.

Gazing from the balcony of the office, I’ve seen this time and last a dog with all the appearance of being pregnant or of just having a litter. She has to make do with what’s to forage on the street or in the wastelands off the streets.

The contrasts could not be greater. I have never owned a dog as a pet, but have feelings for all mammals. How do you distinguish between rich Dogdom and poor Dogdom?

Oh, and the cats. A very rare sighting is a cat in Bengaluru or anywhere else I’ve been in India in recent years. The ones that survive have to be canny. Not many seem to survive. Go figure.

There was a big Yahoo party down at the Oberoi tonight. Heck! Why not?