It's never a good idea to blog when in a mildly grumpy as opposed to a you-know-what mood. But when people have labeled this spot as my personal angst bin or some such, one figures why the hell not. Why a grumpy mood, you ask? Well, why not is the answer. Of course while discussing such questions it is important to point out that sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer. Hey that just perked me up. Not the sex but possibly the potential for cracking many more such kadis as we call them in the near future...
Bangalore's finally beginning to feel like it was all year long, 15 years ago. At least temperature-wise. The traffic and the aliens though are far to real to dispel as illusions. The aliens are soon turning out to be the source of joy in my life. To an extent that the BT(times, not torp)'s getting a stiff run for the money I pay for it. Might just stop subscribing to the paper and just look around and enjoy myself. They have of course successfully managed to push up the cost of living and push down the IQ... make hinglish the unofficial language of communication to an extent that shopowners now sheepishly, with hints of anticipation quietly ask, "Saar, kannada maathadtira!?" The question of course is directed at yours truly after some expletive subconsciously or unconsciously slips out. Hell, whatever gets us back to the roots. But that isn't what this post is about. Hence I apologize for the digression.
This post is about the cheap thrill philosophy that I've made the corner stone of my life. It's a simple thing that unlike fear factor, you can try at home. Would it be possible to derive as much joy from say, a walk in the rain (not for me, can't stand the wet stuff but it seems to be en vogue nowadays) to make not walking in say, Disneyland (again not for me but feel free to replace disneyland with anything from mauritius to wonder-la... whatever makes you happy)? Or say the joy of a solitary cup of coffee at the end of a day (this is me) when compared to... whatever, you get the drift, I hope. It's not a lack of ambition (despite it being a grievous thing that caused Caesar to grievously pay many honourable men) but rather an alteration in priorities. Will walk in the rain/drink my coffee/yada yada now and be happy and do all the mickey mouse stuff when I can afford it (in about 30 years at which time I hope to outgrow any similar desires). Dad (who's listening to Rang de Basanti [interesting what capitalisation can do] at potentially damaging volumes) did a reverse Brutus on me when I told him this and threatened to disinherit me from everything if i persisted with the lack of ambition... But whatever makes me happy.
On cheap thrills and inspired by HighFidelity here are the top five cheap and best things to eat in bangalore. According to me, at least before people start questioning the cheapness and bestness of the choices made here.
In no particular order here goes nothing
1. Mudde, Koli saaru - Rs 3/mudde. KR Road near BIT.
2. Beef Biryani - Rs 30. Fanoos, Johnson market - appendix - beef rolls same place
3. sheek kebabs - unknown meat - Rs 5/- somewhere under the KR Market fly over
4. Any locality specific chaat cart.
5. Little samosa joint next to the coffee day in 7th block Jayanagar. Grouchy marx behind the counter but good stuff.
Close inclusions were Food Street, VV Puram and Ebrahim Sahib Street (parallel to commercial) but vegetarianism is too low on the food chain for me. Again it's me who's opinion this is. So if you're vegan or something that's good, I'm sure there is a place for you in this biosphere and that you serve a purpose in the grand scheme of things but I would much rather have good quality protein, thank you.
PS: I'm sure that irritating reiterating and often nauseating tune that accompanies most punjabi neo techno has irked a majority of us. It took arrehman to do some jumbling of notes in his head and make the title track of RdB singularly catchy...
