~~~~ THE BANGALORE DIARY ~~~~
W E E K E N D OF T H E W E A K E N E D
That Sunday started finally at 3:00
PM after some petty fights and silly arguments. So where are we gonna end up
today? Nowhere other than our very own paradise on earth Marathahalli! Its was
our second hometown in fact.
The place we were
living right now was a goddamn village named Channasandra near Whitefield. We
had chances of shifting to Marathahalli itself, but then where will we go on
weekends if we shifted wholly there? So we dropped the plan and continued to
stay in our remote place. It might sound crazy but that was the actually the
main reason.
Lots of time I had pondered over
the thought of wasting my time in this silly village, while there are lots of
colourful localities around Bangalore. THE BANGALORE CITY.
But with friends for company
every place is same, pacified my heart. True isn’t it? We started moving and reached Marathahalli. By
the time we reached there the sky was already going down. Golden beams of
sunlight from beneath outlined the bordered corners of varied shaped clouds
above. We settled ourselves at Sagar, had breakfast, lunch and dinner together.
Even Rajasthani weddings don’t
serve that many dishes to offer. Saravana ordered VADA and the waiter responded
that VADA was closed for the day. This was probably the 28th time he was going
VADAless. But anyway, we ate much such that the waiter had to take off for work
the next day. I could see the tiredness in his eyes.
“Why did I pick this table? God
help me”, he was crying inside. Sorry
man, we couldn’t help. And Bhai and Srikanth were at their best. One guy ate
like he was a just released Prisoner of War. Another like, he was gonna die the
next day and this was his last supper on earth. Tremendous performance. “They have the full licence to eat”, I quoted
one of Shastri’s default quotes. And it was 6:30 when the banquet was complete.
“Burrrr Oooowa”, somebody puked.
Without doubt it was none other than Raman. You might remember an ad of Coke
where the people burrrreddd after having it (With Pathan brothers too
burrrrring).
Raman was a bit different. He
would start with a burr but with a twist in the middle when it converts to
ooowa which eventually results in him throwing out.
Even world’s most talented and
renowned voice mixing singers\artists couldn’t perform such like. It might
sound disgusting but this piece of voice could be used for villains’ intros in
superhero or fantasy movies. “Buurrrrrr
ooooowwwaa”. Try it out with a little difference and you too would accept.
Enough of this nonsense, we
cooled him up and he was normal in sometime. Window shopping (except for buying
a pair of socks and handkerchiefs) in the huge brand factory, purchasing some
household stuff at Hyper city (we were careful that Bhai and Sri dint near the
books area there, cause they won’t leave until giving a complete crtitical
review of the books they knew), window shopping again at Forum Value Mall and
finally a decent little Meal at MacD – our weekend was almost nearing its end.
We bought coke cans and sat
outside in the corridor of the mall gazing at the lassies passing by (with
their boyfriends of course, which is a sad but true fact).
Not one of us 5 guys had a
girlfriend. We were very proud to say that (however, you know how desperate we
were craving for one inside). Girls are
poison, they destroy you money, mind, life,etc we said with our heads high (but
inside our hearts asked “What use are you without a girl?”).
Leaving aside, few posh cars
passed by. “Wow man, that’s a new model
Jaguar XFR!! How cool it is?”, Srikanth exclaimed at one of the cars. “Yeah
man, I wonder how come we see one in India. Awesome man”,was Bhai’s return.
To us, the other 3 guys it was
just a normal CAR. But for Bhai and Sri it was a CAAAAARRRRR!
