As the world clutters around me and the sound of an insane motorist irks me, I am writing this article in the middle of a chaos - Its the electronic city. Its friday evening and the IT-thirsty bangalorians have decided to have a shot of elixir. Weekend is the only thing which has a proper definition here.
Guys give a tough time to Rossi with spunky bikes and Girls giggle in their mobile phones.. The scene is set for a perfect friday sunset. The street-lights come into life here and there. The hazy sodium vapour and the harsh mercury ones. The noisy BMTC buses run jam-packed spilling out smoke regularly and people at every stop.
Shops light their front doors and the ATM machines starts to get scratched. The sons and daughters of globalisation take a german car to have italian food in an American restaurant. They talk about Bush,Kosova, Karan Johar and Magdalene.
The dogs come out of the gutter-kennel. These are uninvited proletrates of Bangalore. But without them Bangalore is not complete. It scares.. frightens..terrifies..petrifies. But all the way it tests our endurance.
Now there are more lights.. More blaring of horns.. As the city of bangalore comes to standstill in every traffic jams, you can easily say it half past eight. Again there is cellphones clinging and people trying to sell a duplicate ray-ban at the traffic signal.
Foreigners strangle in the maze of streets with half-torn map and a water bottle.
If u can 'swalpa adjust maadi'... This is a bangalorian evening for you.
