Hopped off at M.G.Road, that once HAPPENING place when we were younger not wiser.
That lovely promenade with stone benches to sit on and watch a busy world go by. Play games where we reeled off names of billboards and the first one to spot the billboard won an ice cream at Lakeview
The arched stone gate entrance at the entrance to MG road which always had bouganvilla creepers and looked beautiful during a warm summer day
Book sellers on the street selling PG Wodehouse for 50 bucks and Archies for 20
Little nook and corners at Premium book store where I got introduced to Erma Bombeck and exchanged sweet nothings with my first crush
Wimpy’s- the first burger outlet atleast the one I knew about
Jamal’s where I was introduced to something called a baking tray and a cookie cutter, and all of my crazy experiments with baking that resulted in a fatter and happier dog
Lakeview and Chit-Chat
Blue Moon and Blue Diamond
(To those who don’t know or haven’t heard of this: The L&C=ice cream parlours; The B&B=movie theatres)
Spencer’s; Wearhouse; Premium Bookstore; Old world Colonial Bungalows:: MY BANGALORE not Bengaluru or Bendakalooru
The city which was home to me minus the hideous metro (couldn’t they make it underground?!!) – the huge excuses for malls- the mammoth jewellery store-the gourmet shop- I know will never come, and I wonder how long will this city stay friendly and warm??
The eternal smile has slowly but surely faded to be replaced by sulks and snarls.
I don’t want a city that never sleeps.
Give me my Bangalore the way it used to be………………………………………………….