Archive for the ‘From Bangalore’s Street’ Category

Its 9:45, sun is up, flies and birds are busy,freshly fried Vada is just dipped in the sambar, rich-peoples-high-breed-dogs have coloured the street with their poop, people are running to their office to read-delete, overly-filled mailbox, sales girls from famous jewellery shops are trying to walk fast maintaining their swan like, graceful walk, while busy talking to the mouthpiece of their headphones, garbage collecting van is waiting to swallow up the dirt of whole city with its mighty jaws, labourers are trying their level best to give a sexy-weighed-down look to the stinking-dirty church street road, waiters are glaring at the passerby, standing in front of their restaurant they work for, bracing them-self for another busy day, security guards are lost in their dream land imagining but eyes are all focused on the road while I still sleep with my butt flat on the floor. Are you jealous of me? Dont be, day time I guard my store with broad smile on my face , wagging my tail and night I guard my store grunting my teeth trying to see the invisible. Ever seen any hard working pet like me.

Feel free to stop by my store, it opens only after my nap time. Tada!

Students rallying on the road, Bangalore,was something nice to see on Children’s day. Listen to them and say “No to Drugs”

I was waiting for my metro card to swipe when the small kid in yellow striped shirt, old blue shorts but no footwear caught my attention. His father in whose hand his tiny hand was held was dressed in a shirt, lungi and the footwear were missing. Holding his father’s hand he was super excited to put the token in the Metro gate pass. Laughing he waited for his father’s instruction, after crossing he waited for his father to reach him. When his father came he lifted his tiny arms towards him, smilingly his father picked him easily and put him on his shoulder. The little boy was happy so as his father. Nothing could wipe out their happiness, not even the poverty.

Nothing can beat the ride on daddy’s shoulder.

I don’t remember when was the last time I looked so happy and careless for more than a minute without thinking about present and future, having multiple footwear for different purpose didn’t even help. As they walked first time I was jealous of a little kid riding on his daddy’s shoulder

He wasn’t all that happy when he saw me clicking his picture, may be he didn’t like my face:)

When monster is working it is magical to watch, how easily but efficiently it does its work

 

If you find a old, shaggy, dirty, black and white dog with paw printed water bowl, sitting under a big name plate, with security guard few feet away from him then you are in Museum Road, Bangalore.

Its almost been 3 months and I find him at the same spot. With his fancy paw printer water bowl he  looked like he had been there all his life.


Want to see lake, visit Bangalore roads on a rainy day

Imagine walking in that dirt piss water. Forget pedicure, you need Dettol+Phenol+Alcohol+…. to free tour feet from bacteria.

You know swimming then take a chance of crossing the road

Definitely we need boats to cross those flooded roads in Bangalore. While many of us sit at home sipping hot coffee, eating bajji’s watching some old Hindi movie lying on that ass pampering couch there is someone out there, in that heavy rain, on those flooded road working their ass off.  Bangalore Traffic Police, Bravo

School days are the best, do worries, no responsibilities, Just study, play and balance your legs up in the air.